"Master, isn't the slave family enough, you actually invited other women to live in our yard?" The female servant beside the man smiled timidly, her jade hand lightly placed on the man's arm, and she glanced at Konghou from the corner of her eye.
"Of course you are the best, but your son has always been a person who loves and loves delicate flowers. How can you be willing to live alone in the inn." The man kissed the maid on the cheek, and waved the shining fan in his hand, as if Xiaofei smiled and said, "This beauty, do you think so?"
He thought that the woman would panic or be angry, but what surprised him was that the other party's big beautiful eyes were filled with a bit of... excitement
What is she excited about, shouldn't it be the man who molested the beauty? When flirting with others, when the other party shows panic, fear, and anger, he will have a sense of accomplishment. This kind of curious and excited eyes not only does not make him excited, but makes him feel that he is being molested.
This kind of feeling made him, as a playboy, feel very unfulfilled.
"Are you teasing me?" The green-shirted girl walked to his desk and leaned over to look at him. His figure was reflected in her black and white pupils. He raised his body back uncomfortably, "My lord, I saw how handsome you were, so I was willing to tease you, understand?"
"Oh?" The girl nodded and put her hands around her chest. "According to the general rules, someone like you will soon come to clean you up."
Du Jing patted the table and said proudly, "I don't want to go out and ask. Who dares to clean me up in the entire Qiu City, do you know who I am?"
"I don't want to know." Konghou saw that this scoundrel boy was only at the fifth rank of artifact refining, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He turned around and gave the shopkeeper's money to the shopkeeper: "Give me a room."
"Sir, please wait a moment." The shopkeeper quickly made the registration, beckoned to let an old lady in a gray cloth lead Konghou to the room, and put away all the valuable things on the table. The most important thing in doing what they do is their eyesight. Young Master Du Jing and this immortal might have to fight.
"Stop!" Du Jing stood up from his chair and pointed at Konghou with his fan, "I let you go?"
"Okay." Konghou stopped, "Since you insist on letting me know who you are, then tell me, who are you?"
"I'm the son of the city lord of Qiucheng, Du Jing." Du Jing turned the fan in his hand, "Looking at you alone, you don't look like a disciple of the sect, why are you swaying outside?"
"What does it have to do with being alone?" Konghou clicked his tongue. "Cultivation is not about pomp and circumstance. Do you need a group of people to carry a sedan chair and spread flowers? Do you think it's singing on the stage?"
"Treasurer, take out the best courtyard in your place." The wind picked up, and the snow and petals fell, and several female maids in colorful clothes walked in. They had a faint scent of flowers on their bodies, and their faces were as cold as frost, as if no one else existed around them at the moment.
The women walking among them were covered with veils, and the haze-colored fairy skirts were surging, and they were as beautiful as immortals descended from the earth.
The diners in the entire hall were silent, and the maids seemed to have long been used to the stunned appearance of vulgar mortals.
After giving these instructions, she bowed and held the bronze flower smoked ball in front of her, leading the master to the backyard, leaving behind the petals and dark fragrance all over the floor.
"Cough." Du Jing coughed dryly, pushed the words "singing on the stage" out of his mind, and raised his chin toward the backyard, "See if you don't, this is the style of the big sect."
Konghou looked down at the petals on the ground, thinking about a serious question, how many flowers do we need to pick so that the petals can float all the way
"Hello." Du Jing tapped the table with his fan, "Woman, do you want to come with me?"
"The big beauty walked past you just now, why didn't you tell her to come with you?" Konghou blinked, "Am I more beautiful than her?"
"What are you thinking about, can I afford to offend a disciple of such a big sect?" Du Jing said very honestly, "I'm not stupid." Don't provoke, bully the soft and fear the hard is his life motto.
"Then you're still amazing?" Kong Hou rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked upstairs.
"Hey, hey, I told you, you have to come with me today..."
Before Du Jing's words were finished, he saw a sword flying out of the sleeve of this cute and lively girl. The body of the sword was shining brightly, and the tip of the sword pointed straight at him, less than one centimeter away from his head. the distance.
"It's a high-grade magic weapon!" The woman who was tired of Du Jing quickly retracted her hand, and was so frightened that she ducked to the side, not daring to approach him again.
"Yes, I have something to say, it's not elegant to dance with a sword." Du Jing ducked to the side, and the tip of the sword moved, the cold sword energy pierced his eyes, and the cold sweat couldn't stop him. Dirty. What is this woman's identity, and she is actually a top-grade magic weapon
"Really?" Konghou held his face, "but I think it's more unethical to flirt with girls, what do you think?"
"I think you're right!" Big drops of cold sweat flowed down his neck, and Du Jing was afraid that the sword would accidentally shake, so it flew into his head.
"In detail, your Qiucheng is still attached to Yunhuamen, but Yunhuamen always hates molesting women from good families." Konghou waved his hand and put away his flying sword, "I know that two years ago, an ancestor of Yuan Ying molested Yunhuamen. Disciple thing?"
Du Jing nodded repeatedly while wiping away his sweat.
"What happened to him in the end, do you know?" Konghou asked with a smile.
Du Jing's whole body stiffened, and he didn't dare to wipe off his sweat, "Forgive me, fairy, forgive me, I won't do this kind of thing again in the future. I'll say goodbye." After speaking, he rushed out of the inn without even looking back. a bit. Afraid of running slowly, the sword in Konghou's hand stabbed at them.
The innkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay, there was no fight. He bent down and put out the lucky Pixiu ornament hidden in the drawer.
Kong Hou returned to the room, put away all the quilts and pillows on the bed, and put them on the quilt and pillows from the storage ring. Senior Sister Linghui told her that many quilts and pillows in the inn are not clean, so it is more reassuring to use the ones you bring.
The cultivation world is better. So many things can be stuffed into the storage ring. If she is in the mortal world, the things she brings when she goes out must be packed in several carriages.
Lying on the unfamiliar bed, Konghou couldn't sleep for a while, so he simply got up and sat down for a while to let the spiritual energy circulate throughout his body. This inn is very quiet, so quiet as if there is no sound in the whole world.
"what!"
The shrill screams cut through the night and broke the silence of the inn. Konghou put on his coat, and regardless of his loose hair, he opened the door and ran out. When I got downstairs, I saw a woman lying on the ground, her colorful clothes were stained red with blood. The most terrifying thing is not the terrifying wound on her body, but the weird and stiff smile on her face.
This woman is the maid who spoke proudly to the shopkeeper today, and now she is dead.
"Yuelian." The faces of the maids in Caiyi who arrived were very ugly. They turned to look at the guests who rushed over to the inn, and said coldly, "The murderer is inside you."
"Sister, Yuelian's heart is gone." A maid panicked, "There is still blood on her body..."
The room was filled with the smell of blood and the smell of dead people. Kong Hou frowned as he looked at these angry maids in colorful clothes. He inexplicably thought of the dude who teased her and said he was going to take her away. Did the dude know something, or was it just a coincidence
"What happened?" The woman in the Liuxian skirt came out, her hair was loosely tied, but she did not wear a veil, revealing a beautiful face. Only at this time, everyone in the inn was shocked by Yuelian's terrifying method of death, and it was too late to be shocked by her appearance.
"Girl, Yuelian is dead." A maid replied with red eyes.
The woman frowned, stepped forward quickly, bent over and probed Yuelian's wrist, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and turned to say to everyone, "Everyone, this is Lingbo of Zhaohan Sect, and the cause of death of the maid is very suspicious. , please give me some thin noodles and answer a few questions for me."
"It turns out that the fairy is actually the fairy Lingbo of the Zhaohan Sect. I'm disrespectful. The cause of death of the people from your sect is so tragic, it should be investigated."
"Excuse me, fairy, you must know everything in the future."
"Many thanks, everyone." Seeing everyone giving face like this, Lingbo's face looked a little better, and her eyes swept over everyone, "I wonder if you think which of you is acting suspiciously?"
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, although everyone dare not offend the Zhaohan Sect, but they can't do anything to offend others, and no one speaks for a while.
Lingbo also knew what they were worrying about, and asked a few maids to guard the door before saying, "Then may I ask, who came out after entering the room tonight?"
Konghou stared at Lingbo blankly, thinking that this female cultivator is really good-looking, her loose bun looks good, her hands are good-looking, her whole body is good-looking, and when she is angry, she has her own romantic style. Such a beautiful woman asked, even if her question was a bit ridiculous, probably no one would be willing not to answer her.
Sure enough, everyone was very cooperative with Lingbo's question, and they all said that they had never been out, and they even brought in the neighbors to prove it for themselves.
The murderer not only killed Yuelian, but also dug out her heart and drained the blood from her body. This must not be the method of an orthodox monk. But bad guys don't write words on their faces, and if they hide it intentionally, no one can see it.
"Oops!" The aunt, who heard the movement, ran out and saw the corpse on the ground, and took a few steps back in fright: "Why, is it dead again?"
"Again?" Konghou grasped the point of this sentence and looked at the ordinary woman, "This inn, has something similar happened before?"
Realizing that she had leaked, the woman's face turned blue, and she did not dare to approach the corpse: "No, no, it's not our inn. A month ago, on the night of November 15, a girl died in Fengxiang Inn. It is said that there are no internal organs, and the blood on the body has been completely sucked. They all say that this is a demon making trouble. The city owner sent people to patrol the whole city and found no suspicious people. I didn’t expect…”
Is the evil repair done
But if Xie Xiu used people to practice, he should also start with someone who was inconspicuous. Why did he choose Zhao Hanzong's maid, wouldn't this make things worse
Could it be that this is still an evil cultivator who likes to cause a sensation
Master has said that good people are the same and bad people are different. Their ideas and methods are incomprehensible to normal people. It's a pity that the flower-like woman was killed by the devil's claws like this.