Destiny’s Catalogue

Shi Xuan paused and then said, "I wonder if Girl Yan'er would like to enjoy the moon with Shi?"

Yaner froze for a moment, and immediately laughed charmingly again: "The son's wish is what Yaner thinks, but it is cool late at night, and Yaner also asks son to pity Yaner for her thin clothes." After speaking, she stood up. , Walking towards Shi Xuan step by step, the white yarn swayed slightly with the steps, and the beauty inside was looming.

Shi Xuan saw the woman walking towards her, and put her hand into her sleeve to buckle an enchanting thunder talisman. Although Yan'er walks very attractively, if there is anything unusual about this woman, give her a note. Ruthless.

Before opening the door, Shi Xuan opened the Sky Eye, but in Shi Xuan's eyes, Yan'er, the woman, was still a pitiful beauty. She didn't manifest ghosts, mountain spirits, or monsters, but she only made Shi Xuan a little I had to guard against it, Yan'er was very dead.

Along the way, all kinds of experiences made Shi Xuan feel that this was a weird place. With martial arts alone, Shi Xuan was really worried, that's why he held the talisman so vigilantly.

The fragrant wind blew her face, like an orchid like a musk, Yan'er had already walked to Shi Xuan, lifted her bare hand gently across her forehead, and looked at Shi Xuan tenderly: "I wonder if the son can take her arms to warm her?"

Without waiting for Shi Xuan's answer, it was like the wind blowing a willow, swinging her slender waist, and sitting down in Shi Xuan's arms. But Yana's warm embrace did not appear as expected, only a rather warm stool, and because there was no support, she almost fell to the ground.

Shi Xuan jumped back at the moment when Yan'er got fucked. Although the beauty is good, life is more important. We can only pretend to be innocent, walk back to the bed and take out another Taoist robe.

Yan'er steadied her body and turned her head to the side, trying to blame the rude talent, but when the breeze blew, a Taoist robe was draped over her body, and a gentle voice came from her ear: "How can Shim see Girl Zhu Yaner caught a cold."

In Yan'er's slight astonishment, Shi Xuan pulled another stool away, sat down opposite Yan'er, and pointed to the window to be intoxicated: "Look, girl Yan'er, this moonlight is so beautiful, there is a poem below. "

A surprised expression flashed across her face. It seemed that Shi Xuan really wanted to appreciate the moon and chant poems instead of getting close to the beauty. Yan'er smiled lightly and moved to Shi Xuan's side: "Na Yan You have to listen carefully to the masterpiece."

"Ah, there is a bright moon in front of the bed, suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the hometown." Shi Xuan had no choice but to break.

"The poem of the son is poignant and beautiful. It has the same effect and the same effect as the previous poem by Li Jushi. It is really a great talent. Yaner replaces the wine with tea and respects the son." Yaner turned over the tea cup, and when it was full , Holding the cup, leaning against Shi Xuan, slender hand Yurun, tea water green, raised to Shi Xuan's mouth, the soft and hard jade bowl on his chest gently rubbed Shi Xuan's arm.

Although Shi Xuan enjoyed this feeling very much, he didn't want to enjoy it. He took the cup solemnly with a serious face: "This poem is not Shimou's work, it is the brilliant pen of the senior Qinglian layman. This cup of tea should be respected by him. Yes." Sprinkle the tea in front of her, who knows if this woman is playing tricks in the tea.

Yan'er opened her small mouth slightly, with a look of disbelief.

Seeing that Shi Xuan opened the topic and was about to ask Yan'er, she saw Yan'er frowning slightly, pressing her hands on her chest, and whimpering softly, just as she was holding her heart.

"Girl Yan'er, what's the matter with you?" Shi Xuan had to ask.

"Young Master, Nujia, Nujia, this is an old problem, my heart hurts, just rub it." As he said, he opened the white gauze on his chest to show Shi Xuan, Shi Xuan saw two **** of mutton fat and white jade trembling. It dazzled people's hearts, and two blushes were even more attractive, which almost made Shi Xuan look at it.

Yan'er saw Shi Xuan's eyes straight to her chest, her face was beaming, she was about to speak, and she saw Shi Xuan pulling the opened white gauze back and covering it, she looked up in surprise and saw Shi Xuan's face. Righteousness: "Girl Yan'er, saint cloud, don't look at any evil, how can you expose such a private place in front of Shi."

"Cough cough, cough cough." Yan'er seemed to be choking on something. She coughed and stopped for a long time. Then she looked at Shi Xuan with tears and eyes: "Master, Yan'er has a pain in her chest, so why don't you rub it? Rub it." As he said, he pulled Shi Xuan's hand up to his chest.

Shi Xuan broke free from Yan'er's little hand and walked to the door: "Girl Yan'er, you have such a severe chest pain. You should find a doctor to see it, and then go back to the room to take a good rest. I will find someone to help you go back and ask you for a doctor. Right."

"Huh, Miss Yan'er, are you up?" Shi Xuan turned his head when he reached the door of the room.

"Suddenly the slave's chest no longer hurts, thank you for your concern." Yan'er seemed to grinned her teeth while smiling like flowers.

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt, please sit down, Miss Yan'er, how long have you been in this Wang's house?"

"Yan'er was sold here a few years ago, oh, son, her foot seems to have been sprained just now." Yan'er replied casually, and at the same time sent a small snow-white foot into Shi Xuan's arms, "Look. , People here are swollen."

Yan'er's little feet can only be gripped, and the insteps are fleshy, and the toes are small and slender, so cute. Shi Xuan grasped Yan'er's beautiful feet, her skin was smooth, and she rubbed the area that didn't seem to be swollen.

When she lifted her leg to send her foot off, the white gauze on Yan'er's legs spread out softly on both sides. Under Yan'er's intentional or unintentional indulgence, Shi Xuan seemed to be able to see the faint mysterious place below.

Yan'er continued to raise her leg, and the white gauze slipped more, her eyes were soft as if dripping water and she looked at Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan said solemnly, "Girl Yan'er, the swelling should be gone, isn't it?" At the same time, she put Yan'er's little feet down.

Yan'er's expression was silly and cute, and when she saw Shi Xuan's eyes full of concern, she lowered her head shyly and said: "Yan'er is not in pain anymore, thank you son."

Shi Xuan secretly let out a sigh of anger. He was really angry just now, and was interrupted when he wanted to ask questions several times. Seeing that Yaner did not continue to seduce, she hurriedly seized the gap and asked: "How is your master treating you?"

"It's okay." Yana's expression was slightly stiff, but she soon returned to normal.

"I will leave tomorrow. I'm very sorry that I don't have time to play in Shuanghu Village. It's better for Miss Yaner to tell me about Shuanghu Village."

Yan'er's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything, and she meditated for a moment before she said: "Shuanghu Village is a small village at first, there is really nothing worthy of the son to know.

Shi Xuan was about to continue questioning, and suddenly he found two more people knocking on Yan's Great Sword and Ding Mingde's door respectively. Judging from his own senses, they were both similar to Yan'er and very lifeless.

Shi Xuan sighed. Originally, Shi Xuan was going to talk slowly, but now he can’t be so leisurely. Yan Jujian, Shi Xuan, is not worried and there will be no problems, but Ding Mingde is a dangerous scholar. Even if he was picked up, his physique could stand a few times.

When Yan'er heard someone knocking on the doors of the other two people, her face turned pale, then she gritted her teeth and leaned in front of Shi Xuan and rushed to Shi Xuanmei and said with a smile: "The son..." There was a burst of pink smoke from the cherry's mouth, full of lust.

Shi Xuan made up his mind to stop Yan'er, and then quickly pressed for news. Seeing Yan'er approaching, he immediately decided in his heart that it was time to start. The palm of her hand moved slightly, and when she wanted to grasp Yan'er's wrist, she saw pink smoke spraying out, shut her breath, and turned back.

Turning away from the smoke, Shi Xuan flashed a few times, silently chanting a spell in his heart, stimulating the seal, only to see a blue-white thunder light out of nowhere, directly splitting the smoke and hitting Yan'er.

Yan'er screamed, and her body fell to the ground immediately, but a clearer soul body emerged from the sky spirit cover, exactly like Yan'er, but it was a pity that she was caught up by the lightning that entangled her body before she completely separated. In the crackling sound, Yaner turned into a plume of blue smoke before she even had time to make the final sound, and drifted away.

Shi Xuan was also shocked by this effect. The talisman seal he originally used was painted by himself, and it was slightly less powerful than Xu Daoshi. It happened to be stunned or paralyzed by Yan'er and tortured.

But who knows that Yaner's body is a ghost, but she didn't know what kind of method she used to evade Shi Xuan's heavenly eyes, and she didn't expect Shi Xuan to be able to use magic skills, standing there stupidly and being directly attacked. It happened to be overwhelmed by thunder and lightning, and naturally his soul was scattered.

Shi Xuan stepped forward to examine Yan'er's corpse to see if he could find some clues. As soon as he walked in front of the corpse, he saw that the skin of Yan'er's corpse slowly turned blue, and then began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye. , In the end it was like a corpse that had been dead for two or three years.

Looking at the decomposing corpse in front of him, and thinking about the beauty of the jade before, Shi Xuan couldn't help but feel frightened. If he wasn't firm before and couldn't stand the temptation, even if he didn't get killed, he would feel sick after knowing the truth.

Enduring the discomfort, Shi Xuan paid close attention to Ding Mingde’s room while carefully inspecting it. Unfortunately, the two Taoist scriptures he had had no introduction to the corpse. He really didn’t see any clues. He could only be sure that the corpse was indeed. Those who have been dead for two or three years were kept secretly before they came.

This village looks dangerous.

Standing up, Shi Xuan just wanted to cast a spell to burn the corpse, but then he thought that there might be other dangers tonight, and it was impossible to waste energy here.

Shi Xuan shook his head, turned to open the door, and walked to the door of Ding Mingde's room. Without knocking, he pushed aside and walked in. As soon as I entered the room, I saw a beautiful girl pushing Ding Mingde to the ground, pulling up the white gauze and about to sit on Ding Mingde. Ding Mingde yelled: "Girl, don't make it, don't make it."

When the two heard the sound of the door opening, they stopped at the same time, and then turned their heads and looked over. When they saw Shi Xuan coming in with an air of calmness, they didn't know what to do next, they were dumbfounded. In place.