The Demon in the Mirror

Just after March and April in Vixia, the rain has stopped. Today the sun is shining and the sun is scorching. Pedestrians have been walking under the sun for a long time, and it is inevitable that the mouth will be dry.

The fire was so hot that he paralyzed into a piece of cake on Xifeng's shoulder: "Westwind, let's find some water to drink."

"There are no shops in front of the village and no shops in the back, where there is water, you can't see the spring water, and ..." Xifeng pinched it and looked at it, "You are a fire beast anyway, so you have to **** the moonlight like a fairy Come to smoke the sun, it's too much to talk about heat. "

"Greedy ... too much sucking."

"... great eaters." Xifeng looked at the abyss that wrapped himself into a green seedling, and secretly screamed to death, but he didn't dare to say anything, and the current person was a handsome person.

Qingyuan saw her and looked at herself, and asked, "Why did you leave at midnight last night and didn't call me?"

The west wind that wanted to dump him did not expect that he ran all night, thinking that he could get rid of him, who wanted to spend his breakfast beautifully, but suddenly saw him appear in front of him, scaring her almost choked to death by the buns in her mouth.

She blinked and said, "Because I know you can find me right away, I want you to sleep more hours."

"Oh--" Qingyuan suddenly.

Looking at the naive Qinglong, Xiaohuo couldn't help but ask, "Master Qinglong, how did you live your life before?"

"Stunned, sitting on the cloud every day in a daze." That's why he sealed himself. After the war between the gods and demons, the days were calm and boring.

Later, he thought that occasionally dealing with the immortals from all walks of life really affected him in a daze. It would be better to seal himself and be in a daze.

Who wants to stay a hundred thousand years, there are four more realms.

pretty good.

Especially in the world, fragile and strong mortals, sentimental, mortals with seven emotions and six desires.

There are all kinds of strange things, if the food can be delicious, it will be perfect.

He didn't want to go back.

"Xifeng." Qing Yuan said seriously, "Don't separate in our life."

"..." Fuck off! Westwind roared in his heart, who used my food and spent my money arbitrarily, who wants to be separated from you until you grow old! She talked to her mouth and saw his eyes scorching, and the west wind shamefully turned into a counseling bag again, nodding with tears, "Okay."

"Hook."

Xifeng hesitated for a moment, hooked with one finger, anyway, there was no binding force, and he would not be condemned. Quickly sent the Qinglong, don't pester her anymore.

As soon as the hook was lowered, Xiao Huo jumped on her head and looked at her: "There is a tea shed in front!"

No one wants to catch the demon in Hehua Town for a while. After Xifeng took the Zhao family's money, he went to the next town to see if there was any work there. Anyone who wanted to walk for a long time didn't see the gate of the town, and asked Chauffer, only to know that the distance between the two towns was so far that it wouldn't be possible to get there in darkness.

Hearing that there was a tea shed in front, Xifeng decided to go to rest and then buy some dry food.

The tea shed is easy to set up, but there is a lot of dry tea and water. Just approaching the west wind, I smelled the aroma of boiled meat and steamed buns.

She asked for six buns and buns, and finally thought that she might have no food tonight, and she painfully ordered a plate of meat. Xiao Huo sent her head out of her head and said, "I need a dish of peanuts."

"Would you like another dish of boiled fire rats?"

"... Peanuts let it go to hell."

"obedient!"

As soon as the buns came up, Xiaohuo grabbed a drill and ate it under the table. Westwind thought about it and gave Qingyuan a bun. Anyway, things in the world were unpalatable in his mouth, so do n’t waste it.

Qingyuan ate without any opinion, and it was still unpalatable, but the mortal had three meals a day, he had to learn. He took a few bites of difficulty and pondered: "It is indeed time to resurrect A Shou and make us corn."

"..." God-like reflection arc!

Xifeng stuffed him a bun again and gag.

There are six tables in this tea shed. No one was there when they sat down. After a while, there were some passers-by. Some people just passed by from Hehua Town, and some went to Hehua Town.

Talking about tea, Xifeng had no intention of listening, but the voice was near my ear, so I still listened to it.

"If it were me, I must be scared to death."

"It really scared an old woman that day, but fortunately someone in the family would be scared to death."

"You still have to close the door in the night."

"That's a monster, what's the use of closing the door!"

Hearing the last sentence, the west wind raised its ears, gnawed the buns in its hands three times, five times apart, turned around and asked, "Brother, what were you talking about just now? Monster?"

When they saw that she was a pretty little girl, they put down their vigilance and whispered with her: "Yes, Qinghe Town, the town that is going further, has a monster there recently."

"Which family is it?"

"The whole town!"

The west wind was surprised that the general monsters either focused on a house for chaos, or occupied a place for mortal support, but the whole town suffered, which is really arrogant.

——The family gave too little money, but the whole town raised money to catch the demon, but it was a lot of income.

She narrowed her smart eyes and said, "What kind of monster does it do to the people in the town?"

"I didn't do anything to hurt the truth, it's just too boring."

"Zhengren? What is the Zengren method?"

The man widened his eyes and gestured: "A bowl, a broken bowl, walks to your door every day in the middle of the night, knocks on the door, and tells you‘ alms a little rice ’, it ’s not scary! It ’s not scary!

After he finished, he hurriedly took water and took a big sip of pressure, which was terrible.

Xifeng thought he had heard it wrong, bowl? A bowl that will knock on the door to beg?

Is the bowl a magic weapon? But since ancient times, who used a bowl to practice a magic weapon?

The west wind was not sure, so he turned to Qingyuan: "Qingyuan, what do you think?"

Qingyuan, who was eating the buns, looked up: "What?"

"... you didn't hear a word just now?"

"No." Qing Yuan said with a deep smile, "It's wrong to eavesdrop, you, immoral."

"..." Xifeng is about to blow up again, holding him together, but forget, she counseled, "Have anyone ever used a bowl to make a weapon?"

"No."

"It's weird. Could the bowl still cultivate itself as a demon ..." After experiencing the spring in the corn village, the west wind didn't drill the horn of this horn, maybe the bowl was possessed by a monster with a unique taste, and it was mischievous .

But there was that weird bowl demon, continue knocking at midnight, she also has business to do.

Seeing that she was interested in the monster, the man reminded: "Girl, I heard that someone wanted to catch the bowl of monsters and was seriously injured. You must not be impulsive."

Xifeng smiled confidently at him: "No, because I am a demon catcher."

There is no lotus outside Qinghe Town, just an ordinary town. The town is similar to Hehua Town, and Qingyuan is a little disappointed.

He thought every place in the world was different.

And dinner is still buns.

It seems that the food in the world is only buns and buns.

When the three arrived in the town, it was almost time for Xifeng to think about it. Although Qingyuan didn't understand anything, he was a public man anyway, so he couldn't live in another room.

She took out the silver with pain, and said to the shopkeeper: "I want two rooms."

"Girl, there is only one room. Would you like me to make room for you ..."

Westwind immediately said happily: "Then a room."

Just one room! It's not her pick!

Absolutely, yes, no, yes!

The only room left is not big, but there is a place for a person lying on the floor. Xifeng especially took a broom to sweep the ground cleanly and said to Qingyuan: "You can sleep."

Qingyuan looked at the broomstick in her hand and was disappointed: "Not it."

At that time, they stayed in the corn village for two days, and without giving money in advance, the shopkeeper took the house back, and the broom put in the house was also taken away.

When they went back to look for it, the broom was gone.

The west wind patted his shoulder to express his comfort. There are few singular men like him in the world.

"I'll freshen up, don't go around."

"Hmm." Qingyuan lay on the ground and began to count tiles. Count half of the roof soon before the west wind returns.

The room is not big, and the person lying there is gone. Without thinking, Xifeng strode over his leg and walked to the bed.

The girl just after bathing had a clean and fragrant fragrance. Qingyuan looked down subconsciously. The girl was wiping her wet hair, wiping it little by little, and it seemed very laborious. He raised his hand and swayed, and a fierce gust of wind "suddenly" flew to the west wind, instantly blowing her long hair flying, "slap" hit his face, and printed dozens of red marks on her pretty face.

"In this way, the hair is dry." Qingyuan thought about the rules of mortals, and solemnly said, "No need to thank me."

"... I'm going to kill you!" Westwind, who had been bullied all the way, yelled unbearably, and with his head full of wind-blown hair blowing into the sky, threw himself on him, biting wildly, "Fool!"

Qingyuan, who was pressed by her, reached out and stopped, frowning: "You scold people."

"Pooh!"

"Unreasonable."

"Bah!"

"Bad girl."

"Bah ah!"

Qingyuan blocked with one hand, covered her mouth with one hand, and sat up suddenly. Seeing that she was knocked back by him, Qingyuan quickly lifted her hand to hold her back. She had to say that she was grumpy, but ... seemed to be too close.

You can smell the fragrance so close that you can count how many eyelashes she has.

too close.

Qingyuan was stunned, and then let go, trying to stand up. The west wind held by him was unexpected, and he fell backward, his head slammed on the floor.

Life is bitter ...

The west wind curled up on the ground and was about to cry.

I can't beat it, I can't win it, I can't get rid of it. He dared to say that he would live with her forever, let alone a lifetime, she couldn't stand it for even a day.

"You bullied me ..." Westwind choked, "You bullied me ..."

Qingyuan raised her eyebrows and sat next to her, looking at her shrunken: "It's you who bullied me."

what? Is it useless to cry? A beautiful girl crying in front of you is not comforting and reasonable? Westwind was angry.

You really sealed it because you couldn't find a fairy!

"You bullied me ..." The West Wind cried desolately, and she continued to cry without helping her up.

Qingyuan looked down at her and tried to hold her hand covering her face, but she did not let go. Qingyuan's brow frowned again: "It turns out that mortals are not sad, and they will also cry."

"..."

"Are you panicking?"

Xifeng stopped crying and looked at him with a straight face. She forgot that the dragon seemed to have the ability to feel the other person's thoughts.

Hateful ability.

Xifeng raised his hand and wiped his face, trying to wipe out the fake tears, only to find that ... Oh, even the tears did not squeeze out, it was a failure.

"go to bed!"

Qingyuan feels that the mortal girl is exactly the same as the little fairy in the sky-the mood can be overturned in the last moment, and the next moment is still like the backwater.

"Westwind, your girl is so powerful that she can change her mood instantly."

"Shut up and sleep."

"Oh."

The oil lamp was turned off, and the room was dark. Xifeng soon fell asleep, Qingyuan slowly stood up, walked to the window and looked out. He always felt as if someone was following him.

I don't know who it is.

The night is sultry, and it's ugly. On the streets of Wan Laijujing, there was no sign of a pedestrian, only the beater who was playing the game was walking on the road while humming songs.

Suddenly at the end of the street, the sound of "dang ... dang ... dang" porcelain lightly buckling the bluestone floor.

Slow and crisp, like someone walking, step by step, clang.

The guard couldn't help but paused and stared at the long empty streets.

In the early summer season, the evening breeze was still cool, but the guardian's forehead had oozed a little sweat.

He stared at the front with wide eyes, a shadow cast on the corner wall on the dark blue stone road.

Bounce ... jump ...

That is a bowl.

No one was holding it, and he jumped ... jumping.

The guard opened his mouth, but he couldn't help being horrified. Suddenly, the bowl flew into his eyes, almost close to the tip of his nose.

"Do some charity."

"what--"

Desolate screams spread all around, and the west wind that stabbed at the nearby inn suddenly sat up, clutching the quilt and frightened, "What's the matter?"

"Boom, boom."

A soft knock on the door rang, and Westwind swallowed a sip of water, looking his head stiff.

Who will knock on the door in the middle of the night?

Bowl, bowl demon?

She whispered: "Little fire, little fire?"

No one answered.

At this time, Xiaohuo, who is looking for food outside, is having a good time.

"Qingyuan? Qing ..."

Before she finished calling her name twice, Qingyuan responded to her with a "huh?". She was so moved that she walked barefoot to him and hugged his arm and said, "There are people outside."

Qingyuan corrected: "Not a person."

"..." Sure enough, that bowl demon!

Xifeng, who has not yet woke up, does not want to fight monsters at all, not to mention having no employer, she is unwilling to eliminate harm for the people, and catches only such valuable monsters in vain.

"Boom, boom."

The door was knocked again, and the west wind that had just been awakened with a little restlessness was fully awake at this moment, and he angered and said: "Get out!"

The sound outside the door was immediately silent, and when the west wind thought it was scared away, the door was knocked again.

Xifeng left Qingyuan and rushed to the door, opened the door with one hand, and shouted, "Did you get out of here!"

There is no bowl in front of the door.

There are no monsters.

There is a ... peerless beauty. The evening breeze flicked, lifting his white robe, as beautiful as a fairy, and then ... holding a broom in his arms.

This year, beautiful men like brooms and dislike girls?

Xifeng blinked and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for ..." The man's gaze fell on the Tsing Yi man who was walking towards her behind her. She immediately showed her face and beckoned hard, "Hi, friend!"

The west wind was stunned, what? Does this dragon actually have friends?

Even if someone is willing to be friends with Qingyuan, it is still good, friends!

The west wind was stunned, and the concept of friendship was taken a hit.

Qingyuan didn't look at him, and rushed over to **** back the broom in his hand: "It's it."

Xifeng whistled: "... shouldn't you say hello to your good friend first?" How can you have friends like this dragon? ? ?

Qingyuan just glanced at the white robe man with a complex expression: "You stole my broom."

Xifeng Fuqiang, the key? ? ? Why do such dragons have friends!

The white robe man spread his hands and said: "I noticed that you woke up, so I traced to an inn in the world. Who wants to see you, but found that the broom is all your dragon spirit, and I found it along the way . "

The west wind suddenly said: "It is estimated that when you came, we were in the corn village. When we went back, you just left."

The white-robed man was also clear. No wonder they realized that they were nearby and he was waiting for him to find him, and then they were not there. Soon afterward, their breath came to Qinghe Town.

Qingyuan nodded: "Thank you."

The white robe man wondered: "Oh, it's changing, do you say thank you?"

"No? Oh, then I take it back."

"..." The white robe man smiled abruptly, smiling like a red lotus blooming in the summer, dazzling and stunning, "It's still the same." He said with emotion, "I'm so happy."

Xifeng finally knew why this beautiful boy would be Qingyuan's friend, because he had a tolerant and kind heart.

But since he is Qingyuan's friend and one-stop friend, he must be a great character.

Xifeng's eyes were shrewd, and he smiled amiably: "Shenjun, visit thirsty late at night, have a cup of tea. My name is Xifeng, I'm a demon catcher, good person!"

The white-robed man smiled and said "Okay", and then walked into the room with ease. After he entered, he suddenly found out that it was a single room with only one bed. He paused and glanced at his friend and the girl again. His eyes were immediately meaningful, and he bent down towards the west wind, "Sister-in-law."

"……we are not……"

"It's okay, I understand that we Jiuxiaozhong people, never pay attention to the rules of mortals, don't be ashamed."

Westwind wanted to beat him, but she didn't dare. She smiled and said, "Qingyuan, don't you plan to explain it to your friends?"

Qingyuan, holding the lost broom, looked at his friend and asked, "What are the rules of a mortal? Can't you pull your hand and sleep together?"

Xifeng stroked his forehead and raised his hand to stop him. Then he continued: "Okay, don't explain."

God's general explanation, the misunderstanding is greater.

The white robe man frowned slightly and asked, "Who is Qingyuan?"

"He, your friend."

"... Who told you his name is Qingyuan?"

"he himself."

The white robe man's beautiful eyes blinked, and suddenly ... a utterly devastating laughter, almost laughing, "He is not called Qingyuan at all!"

Westwind was dumbfounded.

Even if she can remember her name wrong, what else can she say?

Of course it is-continue to smile at him and praise him for being amazing.