Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

The two looked at each other like this, one with a sober face and one with a sleepy look.

At this moment, Duan Yu always felt that that strand of hair was like a fishing line, and if he was a fish, he might not be able to resist taking the bait.

Yes, Mu Yao, who is now sleepy, has an aura of life that makes Duan Yu's heart beat.

As if she is the newlywed wife you get along day and night, she is lying beside you, showing her truest appearance.

For example, when she was woken up in the middle of the night, she seemed to be still having a little temper.

But after a while, Mu Yao's eyes suddenly brightened.

She sat up suddenly, and returned to the sweet and capable elder sister again.

For a moment, Duan Yu felt that she was a different person, or wearing a mask.

Senior Sister Mu Yao is very good at acting, is that the one you see usually, and she is not the real her at all?

What about what she said?

Duan Yu frowned, and said to himself, "Fortunately, I wasn't tempted first."

For a moment, he was a little afraid, afraid that Mu Yao's love for him was all due to acting.

He won't get hurt again.

At this time, there was a slight coughing sound from the next door.

Mu Yao rubbed her eyes and mouthed, "Let's go."

Chapter 84 Duan Lang and her love hurt my heart

At night, most of the moonlight was covered by clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark.

But at this time, the industrious three people and one cat are working hard, probably more diligent than the Snitch.

Three people and one cat came near the room of "Feng Lingshuang" silently.

This is an elegant small courtyard, the cyan stone slabs are like jade under the moonlight.

A grass cottage is at the end of the yard.

The white cat Feng Lingshuang pointed to the top of the house, because she knew where to see the scene inside the house.

The entire Qixia Temple follows an elegant route. In addition to the tile-roofed houses, there are also some bamboo and thatched cottages.

Feng Lingshuang's residence happened to be this cottage.

Following Feng Lingshuang's instructions, Duan Yu climbed up to the roof like a tiger sticking to the wall, almost without making any sound.

I have recently achieved success in cultivation, and with the little support of the Dark Moon Battlesuit, Duan Yu's current lightness skills are very good.

There, just where the thatch of the thatched house was thinner, he hooked it lightly with his finger, and there was a hole in the thatched roof like a silk stocking that was easily broken by hooking.

Next to him, Lu Qingying and Mu Yao looked at him with strange eyes.

Why are you so skilled?

However, the two quickly followed suit, and soon there appeared a strange scene of a man and two women lying there peeping, and a white cat standing guard in the thatched house.

The three of them looked down and saw that there was only a faint light on the window side of the room, and the rest was not very clear.

However, the three of them were considered practitioners, especially Mu Yao and Lu Qingying, who could still see something.

There is a small bronze mirror in the room, standing there.

It was pitch black beside the bed, that "Feng Lingshuang" should be sleeping there, and he didn't know if he had any clothes on.

For a moment, they couldn't see anything, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. The three lying there soon became a little bored.

If it's okay, you can't just lie on the roof and drink the wind all the time, right?

But after a while, the bodies of the three people who were already a little loose suddenly tightened up, because "Feng Lingshuang" got up.

When you get up in the middle of the night, do you go to the latrine?Are you well dressed?

The three of them held their breath for a while, like three cold stones.

"Feng Lingshuang" sat up from the bed, she was wearing a close-fitting white underwear, from this point of view, her figure is pretty good.

She is worthy of being the most beautiful in the view, even from this angle, she is bulging forward and backward.

Duan Yu was thinking, if the white cat could look like this, with a tail and ears, it would be great.

As a result, "Feng Lingshuang" did not drink water or go to the latrine, but sat in front of the mirror.

She picked up the comb and started combing her hair.

What's wrong with combing your hair in the middle of the night?

Her movements are monotonous and mechanical, as if she is not grooming, but performing a weird ritual.

The sound of combing hair came from the house to the ears of the three of them and the cat. In this silent night, it seemed horrifying and weird.

At this moment, a faint smell filled the air.

The smell was weak at first, but became stronger and stronger.

Duan Yu and the three looked at each other with solemn expressions.

Because over time, they actually developed a feeling of sitting on a pile of carrion.

After Feng Lingshuang turned into a cat, her nose was sharper than a dog's, so she couldn't help covering her nose with a look of horror.

With a click, a section of hair was torn off by the comb and fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the second cut, the third cut...

"Feng Lingshuang" still combed her hair numbly, as if she didn't know anything about it.

At this moment, a small voice came out.

"Who is Feng Lingshuang?"

"I am Feng Lingshuang."

"Who is Feng Lingshuang?"

"Feng Lingshuang is Feng Lingshuang."

......

Duan Yu was a little nervous for a moment, looked around, and confirmed that the voice was indeed coming from the room.

But "Feng Lingshuang" sitting there didn't seem to speak.

Who is that talking?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the section of hair on the ground moved.

He blinked to make sure he was right.

The hair on the ground was like a living thing, like a small whitebait stranded on the shore, shaking its body from time to time.

Are these small sounds coming from these hairs?

Wow, this guy really isn't human.

Duan Yu couldn't help twisting his neck, looked at Lu Qingying, and wanted to send information to the two senior sisters.

He was here, so he could clearly see Senior Sister Lu's upturned buttocks.

Senior Sister Lu should have noticed something strange too, she turned her head to look at him with a little panic in her eyes.

The prettiest was indeed grotesque and terrifying.

Duan Yu raised his head, just about to speak in a lip-speaking way, but only heard a little crackling sound, which was the sound of thatch being squeezed.

He happened to be at the weakest spot of thatch on the roof, the position that the white cat Feng Lingshuang had told him.

So without the slightest precaution, he fell down with a bang.

With a bang, Duan Yu slammed into the dressing table firmly, facing the face of "Feng Lingshuang".

That face, which was originally extremely beautiful, is now extremely terrifying.

In Duan Yu's sight, because "Feng Lingshuang" combed her hair vigorously, her scalp and a small part of her face were torn off, revealing the dark, constantly wriggling inside.

fuck! ! !

For a moment, Duan Yu felt that his scalp was about to explode, so he could only forcefully smile and say, "Good evening."

"Feng Lingshuang" stopped combing her hair abruptly, while Duan Yu's fine hair stood on end.

The next moment, "Feng Lingshuang" opened his mouth and grabbed it with one hand.

Without any hesitation, the two broken swords on Duan Yu's back were already unsheathed, and slapped on its forehead with a bang.

There was a muffled bang, like the sound of slapping on worn leather.

The body of "Feng Lingshuang" was slapped and fell to the ground, but Duan Yu only felt a huge counter-shock force, which made him swing backwards, and the bronze mirror was twisted by his back before he stopped .

The Dark Moon Battlesuit easily resolved the impact, but Duan Yu found it difficult.

Because when the two swords were broken just now, they didn't find anything resembling a skeleton.

The inside of this thing is actually full of disgusting things like snakes and vines.

This is a ghost that cannot be restrained with two broken swords.

As soon as "Feng Lingshuang" fell to the ground, it bounced up in an instant, and grabbed Duan Yu again, making a shrill sound of piercing the air with its claws.

Almost at the same time, Mu Yao and Lu Qingying broke through the roof and fell from above.

Seeing that Mu Yao's figure sank, her feet were hanging on the beam, she was fishing for the moon in the sea, and Duan Yu was picked up in an instant.

With a swish, "Feng Lingshuang"'s sharp claws brushed across Duan Yu's body, leaving three clear claw marks on the bronze mirror.

It just wanted to jump up and pounce on Duan Yu, but its body sank and was locked by someone.

Lu Qingying clasped the opponent's shoulders with both arms, clasped the opponent's thighs with both legs, and shouted: "Junior brother, I locked it."

As a result, at the next moment, "Feng Lingshuang" turned his head 180 degrees, and his torn face faced her.

Lu Qingying's scalp was numb, and with a loud cry, the "Feng Lingshuang" didn't have time to bite, but she only felt a strong force coming, and Lu Qingying swung her whole body into a big pendulum.

In a state of extreme fright, Senior Sister Qingying's strange power erupted.

With a bang, "Feng Lingshuang" was thrown out, smashed through the wall, and fell heavily to the ground, but there was no sound of flesh and bones being broken.

It lay on the ground, twisted its body, and its body seemed to be filled with black snakes, pushing its skin up.

Sure enough, this "Feng Lingshuang" is not a person, it is just covered with a layer of "Feng Lingshuang" skin.

Under the moonlight, it just opened its mouth to make a sound, but a sword tip suddenly came out of its mouth.

Mu Yao slipped behind it unknowingly, and pierced the back of its head with a swinging sword.

In the end, even so, "Feng Lingshuang" still swung his backhand with a strange gesture, and swept towards Mu Yao.

Mu Yao jumped back and dodged.

At this time, "Feng Lingshuang" pulled the skin off his body, revealing the dark inside.

From here, it looked like a low, strange tree covered with black snakes.

There were several more people in the originally empty courtyard.

Those were Feng Lingshuang's master and senior brother.

No, they should not be called human beings.

They stood together, just looking at all this coldly, their faces no longer had human vitality, like sculptures.

With a swish, the arm of the strange tree-like monster suddenly grew longer, and shot out like a sharp sword.

Mu Yao blocked the horizontal sword, and at the same time the sparks exploded, the arm still spread like a snake, trying to wrap her around.

In an instant, a piano sound suddenly sounded.

Qin Yin's sword energy broke through that arm, and brought out splashes of black-purple blood plasma, which was extremely stinky.

Under the dim moonlight, the monster let out a cold roar, and a gash opened near its belly.

The opening was covered with fine teeth, like a huge and terrifying mouth.

Feng Lingshuang looked at her own, damaged human skin on the ground, curled up there and shivered.