I was so drunk that I woke up in an instant, completely sleepless.
In the middle of the night, a Piao followed me back, but the ghost fairy didn't take action?
I looked at the incense burner on the table. I just moved it today. I haven't had time to set up a memorial tablet for Jiang Lanyue, nor have I made an offering yet. Could it be that because of this, he lost his temper?
Feeling that the ghost fairy didn't want to take action, I climbed out of bed and stared at the white mist at the end of the bed.
"I don't care who you are or what you want to do, you get out immediately, otherwise... I won't be polite!" I made a fierce gesture of hitting someone, looking very bluffing.
The white shadow in front of me was unmoved at all, standing straight at the end of the bed. It made my scalp explode.
"You don't want to listen, right..."
I stood up and was about to chant the incantation. At this moment, the white shadow in front of me finally moved and hid next to the incense burner.
I blinked and my mind went blank. Is this ghost so powerful? How dare you go to the incense burner.
This is outrageous!
I lifted up my sleeves and started to do it, and quickly drew a ghost-repelling charm in my palm with my fingers.
Just when he was about to try the talisman to see if it worked, a low voice full of coldness and hostility sounded: "It's Yao Chunli."
I quickly retracted my palm and clenched it into a fist: "Why is it her?"
Within one meal, Yao Chunli’s ghost actually followed me back!
I held my heavy head and asked, "Is there something wrong with her looking for me?"
Jiang Lanyue paused for a few seconds and said coldly: "She said she wanted to be your soldier."
I was so astonished that my mind was spinning so fast.
"Tonight is really weird. Cao Dayong wants to be my apprentice, and Yao Chunli wants to be my soldier. Both of them are rushing to find me. What kind of thing is this..."
Jiang Lanyue said that Yao Chunli's other revenges have been avenged, but the evil master has not been found. She wants to stay in the world and take revenge with her own hands.
According to the following rules, Yao Chunli has reported to the underworld. Even if she takes revenge with an order to seek revenge, there is still a time limit.
When the time comes, regardless of whether she succeeds or not, she will have to be reincarnated.
Yao Chunli was unwilling to let that scumbag go.
But she couldn't find the evil master. He must have used some magic to hide herself.
"Don't worry, he can hide for a while, but not forever. When he goes down, the underworld will settle accounts with him." I comforted her.
Jiang Lanyue said on her behalf: "After drinking Meng Po soup, she will forget everything. She is not willing to give up."
The three words "unwilling" were the words she said the most.
How painful she was during her lifetime, she feels so unwilling now.
I tried to persuade her for a long time, but I couldn't change her mind: "So, you want to be my soldier and stay in the world of the world legitimately?"
This time, without Jiang Lanyue speaking, I could clearly see that Bai Yingye nodded towards me.
I completely lost my idea and turned to look at the incense burner: "Guixian, what do you think?"
Jiang Lanyue thought for a while and asked Yao Chunli, "Do you really not regret it?"
Seemingly receiving Yao Chunli's answer, he said, "Go buy red paper tomorrow and cut out two tablets."
I know this, it was said to me.
There were two tablets... one of them was his, the other... I was convinced.
"Okay! I will buy the tributes tomorrow and formally set up a sign with you and make the offerings..."
I yawned and told Yao Chunli that I was going to bed and asked her to leave quickly!
Yao Chunli did not leave, but floated to the head of my bed, just like a large vertical air conditioner, blowing the air-conditioning directly on my head.
I raised my heavy eyelids: "Are you okay?"
Before Yao Chunli could react, Jiang Lanyue said in a cold tone: "I asked her to come and help you sober up..."
Jiang Lanyue seemed unhappy, her voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of sullenness.
This is really strange. If I drink a little wine, what will it do to him? You have to quarrel with me.
"Jiang Lanyue, stop making trouble... I'm really sleepy..." My half-drunk tone sounded like unconscious coquettishness.
"Sleepy?" Jiang Lanyue sneered coldly: "Why are you sleepy? I see you are very energetic when you drink."
"Ah... you, you are following me!" My heart jumped suddenly, and I felt like I was being caught.
"What else?" Jiang Lanyue warned me domineeringly: "In the future, you are not allowed to drink outside..."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This ghost fairy is really idle. He cares about heaven and earth. Can he care about my food and my farts?
I didn't dare to say what was in my heart. I just pouted, raised my index finger, and made a silencing gesture: "Shh... be quiet, good night..."
"You..." I didn't hear a word Jiang Lanyue said next.
The next day, I got up early, prepared red paper, roosters, rice and some wine and meat tributes, and was about to start erecting the memorial tablet.
Everything was ready, but I got stuck on writing my name.
I spread out the red paper, holding the brush in my hand, and sketched on the paper for a long time, but I was not satisfied with it.
It’s not that my handwriting is ugly, it’s just that the brush is soft and hard to control.
I found steps for myself and tried again and again. At the end of writing, I looked at the words "Jiang Lanyue" and felt that I almost didn't recognize them.
Just when I was annoyed, my hand suddenly felt cold, and several fingers with sharp joints were placed on the back of my hand.
The blood all over my body stagnated, and a cool feeling like water quickly felt on my back.
The man's cold breath suddenly sprayed on my cochlea and side face. The faint smell of blood spread on the tip of my nose, and my face quickly became hot.
"Have you ever seen Aunt Gongsun dance with a sword?" The low and seductive voice revealed a hint of helplessness.
My mind slowed down for a moment, what kind of aunt?
The next second, my waist was held by a big hand, and my body swayed uncontrollably with the movement of his wrist...
The bodies pressed against each other were as hot as fire on one side, and as cold as ten thousand years on the other, but the intertwining was extremely intense.
My heart was so fast that it was about to jump out of my throat, and I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do.
Looking at the pen and ink falling on the paper, my consciousness became trance-like.
Unrestrained and smooth, luck lies in the pen, vertical and horizontal, as forceful as a swimming dragon.
I could feel every move he made clearly, but I couldn't resist and could only let him control me.
Until this moment, I finally understood why he asked if he had ever seen Lady Gongsun dance with a sword.
Isn't this stroke of writing a sword dance?
Crisp and neat, each stroke is like the edge of a sword, focusing on speed and accuracy.
I don't remember when he gave up.
As he left, the heat around me soared like a heat wave at noon, and my heartbeat lost its usual frequency...
This feeling of heart palpitations peeled off my whole body, like light feathers, tickling the tip of my heart.
I froze in place, using all my strength to suppress this heartbeat.
