The smile on Rong's lips froze.
He reminded: "You carved the name wrong."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned, then bent down to confirm the name on the lock again: "That's right."
The names of Rong Shang and Yu Jiangjiang are engraved on it. Not to mention any wrong characters, the stroke order of their names is strictly in accordance with the nine-year compulsory education.
He narrowed his eyes, his dark eyes were like a bottomless abyss, his fingertips with thin calluses fell on the concentric lock, and gently stroked it twice.
The concentric lock gradually bent and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a ball of plasticine being kneaded and flattened, and finally turned into a pool of powder in his hands.
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She carved it with great difficulty, what's wrong with him
Rong Shang lazily lifted his eyelids, sprinkled the powder between his fingers into the river, and said in a bone-chilling voice: "Leave here."
Yu Zhengzheng looked at the powdery substance that was blown away by him and felt a little heartbroken.
He must be jealous.
Although the eldest senior brother is also a dog, he has an unparalleled handsome face and a group of little fans following him in Penglai Mountain.
He doesn't look like the Ghost King at all. Not only is his dog ugly, but no one likes him at all.
She complained bitterly in her heart but dared not show any dissatisfaction on her face. She obediently left the Tongxin Bridge and returned to the Marriage Temple.
Their mission seemed to be going not smoothly. Xiao Yuqing's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, An Ning looked frightened, and Xiang Feng's face did not look good either.
Yu Zhengzheng walked over with a gloating look on his face: "With Miss An Ning as a great general, how come they couldn't deal with Nangong Tianba?"
Xiao Yuqing sighed: "The princess did persuade him, but Nangong Tianba refused to listen."
Yu Zhengzheng had expected this kind of ending. Nangong Tianba is possessed by the spirit of a domineering CEO. How could he be easily conquered by someone if he hasn't read a hundred or eighty novels about CEOs
An Ning lowered her head and said nothing. The snow-white skin on the back of her neck looked faintly purple in the sunlight, like corpse spots.
Yu Zhengzheng narrowed her eyes. She always felt that An Ning was weird, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
But there was one thing she was sure of, An Ning was coming for Xiang Feng.
In fact, she could feel that Xiang Feng himself was also aware of this matter, but Xiang Feng was obviously still confused by An Ning's appearance.
Thousands of years ago, Xiang Feng was possessed by the Palace Master of Lingbi Palace.
Thousands of years later, Xiang Feng still couldn't escape this curse.
Seeing her distracted by An Ning, Xiao Yuqing asked gently, "Miss Yu, do you have any good ideas?"
Yu Zhengzheng came back to her senses. She looked at his expectant eyes and couldn't bear to let him down: "I'll try."
Although she said she would give it a try, she actually had little confidence. After all, it was not someone that ordinary people could conquer.
Nangong Tianba still maintained that sadness, and his movements exuded an aristocratic Shamatte temperament.
Although it was a cloudy day, the housekeeper was holding a bamboo umbrella for him to block the non-existent sunlight from hurting his eyes.
Yu Zhengzheng came over and said straight to the point: "We are from the same hometown."
He cast a disdainful look at her, three parts cold, three parts sneering, and four parts careless, and inadvertently lifted up his robe, revealing his forty-eight abdominal muscles: "I've seen many women like you who try to curry favor with powerful men. Get away from me."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She thought about it: "The king of heaven covers the tiger of earth."
Nangong Tianba was slightly startled: "A turtle fucks a tiger?"
Yu Zhengzheng smiled: "I'm right, we are from the same hometown."
He raised his chin at a forty-five-degree angle, and a tear slowly flowed down from the corner of his eye: "You and I are not the same kind of people."
Yu Zhengzheng: “???”
Nangong Tianba: "I am a QQ super member with an annual fee."
Yu Zhengzheng said with some disdain: "Me too."
Nowadays, who doesn’t have a super member
Nangong Tianba: "I paid 1 billion yuan for the annual fee."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
Why doesn't this idiot just recharge for one billion light years? Wouldn't it be better to just renew it until the universe explodes
"Okay, stop beating around the bush." She lost her patience and pointed at the princess who was looking at him eagerly not far away: "What do you want me to do to be with her?"
Seeing that he was about to refuse, she quickly stepped back and said, "Forget it, you should tell me your criteria for choosing a partner."
Nangong Tianba raised his thin lips and smiled evilly: "My woman must have red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple hair that can change color at will in the sun. Her tears must turn into diamonds, her snot must turn into pearls, and even the leftover food between her teeth must be agate pearls..."
He talked for a whole cup of tea, and before he finished stating his request, Yu Zhengzheng's mouth twitched and the top of his head ached slightly.
Could this be a request made by an individual
She couldn't help but interrupt him: "Can you be more realistic? Where in the world is there such a woman?"
Nangong Tianba took out 100,000 taels of gold from the brocade bag on his waist: "Is there really no such woman?"
The gold reflected a brilliant light, making it difficult for her to open her eyes.
Yu Zhengzheng said firmly: "Yes."
Nangong Tianba nodded, put the 100,000 gold back into the brocade bag, and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "See, this is reality."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
She waved her sleeves and left. Nangong Tianba was simply a hodgepodge of the male protagonists in various Mary Sue novels. If she were allowed to communicate with him for a while longer, she would probably get a concussion from being so angry.
When the princess saw her coming back, she hurried over to greet her: "How is it? Do you think I still have a chance?"
Hearing the second half of the sentence, Yu Zhengzheng shuddered for no apparent reason. She said truthfully, "If you inlay your eyeballs with diamonds, put two pearls in your nostrils, and replace all your teeth with agate, then there should still be a chance."
The princess was a little depressed: "Brother Tianba and I have been childhood sweethearts. He promised to marry me when he grew up. I don't know what happened to him to become like this now."
She smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Forget it, a forced melon is not sweet, so let's call off this marriage. Sorry for the trouble."
Yu Zhengzheng was about to comfort her when she heard the princess continue, "Let's go hiking together? The scenery near the Marriage Temple is beautiful."
Suddenly feeling a chill on her back, Yu Zhengzheng rejected the princess's kindness.
The mission could not be carried out and everyone looked unhappy.
Especially Xiang Feng, his clenched palms were covered with bulging blue veins, and his already pale face became even more frighteningly pale at this moment.
Nangong Tianba is unmoved by any persuasion, and Prince Yan is also a stubborn person. If he dares to threaten Prince Yan with Nangong Tianba's life, Prince Yan will most likely destroy the heirloom directly.
The king never cares about the process, only the result.
If the result does not satisfy the king, whether he can continue to live depends on the king's mood.
If it were thousands of years ago, death would have been a relief for him, but now, he still has that silly girl Shanshui to take care of.
She has a straightforward personality and always does the wrong things. If he dies, there will be no one to protect Shanshui, and she will definitely be bullied in the Ghost Sect.
An Ning seemed to have noticed that he was in a bad mood. She walked forward and said in a gentle voice, "Don't worry, Brother Xiang Feng. There will definitely be a way."
Xiang Feng didn't say anything. He was silent for a while, then looked up at her and said, "Wait two days, and I will send you to Qingcheng Mountain."
An Ning was startled, her eyes slightly red: "Did I do something wrong? If there is anything I did wrong, please tell me, I can change it..."
Xiang Feng interrupted her: "You should know that we are not ordinary people. I will discuss it with Xiao Yuqing. After you enter Qingcheng Mountain, he will have someone take good care of you and will never let you down."
Her appearance was too sudden, and her voice and appearance were very similar to Xue Xi.
Although he might mistake her for someone else in a trance, he knew in his heart that Xue Xi was already dead.
If she deliberately disguised herself as Xue Xi to get close to him, it was only for the king.
This is not the first time. Thousands of years ago, a woman who looked similar to Xue Xi approached him. In fact, she just wanted to use him to kill the king.
The king had the grace of giving him a new life. When he was being hunted by various sects like a rat crossing the street, it was the king who took him in and even used up his divine power to drive out his inner demons.
He is not an ungrateful person, and he will not attack the king just for An Ning.
Sending away An Ning is good for everyone.
Crystal cold tears flowed down her cheeks, and she stared at him with wet eyes, which were full of tenderness and nostalgia.
But he was not shaken, and he didn't even look at her again.
An Ning didn't say anything else. She could see that he had made up his mind. Since it would be a waste of words no matter how much she said, why bother wasting her breath
The arms hanging at her sides were slightly tense, and in her palms she held the medicine bag given by her master. Her lowered face was hidden in the shadows, hiding the slightly raised curve at the corners of her mouth.
He didn't believe her and thought her looks were fake.
But he didn't know that this body of hers belonged to Xue Xi.
She would make him trust her.
It will also make him hate the Ghost King and become his enemy.
An Ning raised her eyes, her long eyelashes stained with tears, and her voice was gentle: "Brother Xiang Feng, I will listen to you."
Seeing that she did not refuse again, Xiang Feng slowly exhaled: "No one can hurt you in Qingcheng Mountain. Live a good life in the future."
An Ning uttered a soft "hmm" in her nasal voice, but her slightly raised eyes were looking nonchalantly at the gloomy sky.
Will it rain tonight
Yes, the owner said it will rain.
After dealing with his personal matters, Xiang Feng went to discuss new plans with everyone.
In the evening, the talented men and beautiful women from the capital would take a boat trip, recite poems, write couplets, drink and play finger-guessing games on the boat.
This is a good opportunity, with beautiful scenery, beautiful women, and some wine to create a good atmosphere. Maybe I can take advantage of this opportunity to capture Nangong Tianba.
Yu Zhengzheng scoffed at their plan. Nangong Tianba was just a weirdo. It was useless even if he tried to cook raw rice into popcorn.
While they were discussing, the Seventh Prince pulled her aside and said, "You see, the sky is gloomy, it looks like it's going to rain. But rainfall in the human world requires permission from the Emperor of Heaven. The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas can only bring rain after receiving the Emperor's order."
"Now that the South China Sea has not received the imperial edict, where does this rain come from?"
Yu Zhengzheng glanced at him and said, "Do you think I look like the Emperor of Heaven?"
The Seventh Prince was stunned: "Not like that."
Yu Zhengzheng rolled her eyes: "Then ask me, how should I know?"
Seventh Prince: “…”
"Perhaps some descendants of the dragon clan are secretly bringing rain without telling the heavens."
He muttered to himself, his expression gradually brightening, "If I make it rain without a decree, I will be punished if the Heavenly Court finds out. It's great that someone is willing to take the blame for me."
The Seventh Prince smiled and said, "It's up to you now. You must give him the medicine tonight."
Yu Zhengzheng was silent for a moment, then asked, "It's only raining, but no thunder?"
The Seventh Prince hesitated for a moment and said, "Thunder requires the cooperation of the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning. Apparently someone has brought rain without permission today, so I guess there won't be any thunder."
She breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace: "If that's the case, what's the point of taking it? His power will only weaken during thunderstorms."
The Seventh Prince thought for a moment, took her hand, and left his contact information in her communication bracelet: "Think of a way to make him eat it first, I'm going to go to the Heavenly Palace. The God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning are very close to my father, they should be able to help me with this."
Yu Zhengzheng's advice went in one ear and out the other and he didn't take it to heart at all.
She thought as if she was looking for an excuse. She still had two days left in the human world, so why rush
As soon as it got dark, everyone got on the boat.
It was not quite the same as what Yu Zhengzheng had imagined. What was floating on the river was a ship, not a small boat.
This ship is extremely luxurious, with rich and elegant decoration. It is three stories high, with red lanterns hanging on each floor. From a distance, it looks brightly lit and dotted with stars, making it very lively.
Not long after we got on the boat, a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The rain gradually got heavier. Someone was playing music on the boat. The sound of the pipa was like running water in the mountains or the gurgling of a stream. Accompanied by the sound of the drizzling rain, it washed away the restlessness and noise in everyone's hearts.
Rong Shang sat alone in the room, leaning against the window frame with a lazy look on his face, with a trace of confusion and pain in his eyes.
Every rainy night was when he suffered the most.
A burning pain came from his back where his dragon tendons had been pulled out. The curse of the fallen angel was ignited by the rain. The boiling and hot blood seemed to tear him into pieces. He could only endure the torture day after day.
You must endure it when you can. If you can't bear it, you can only use the dragon's spinal cord to relieve the pain that penetrates deep into your bone marrow until you die.
Only by finding that woman's child and taking back what belongs to him can he be truly liberated.
He lowered his eyes and tapped the communication bracelet twice.
The red light flashed and the call was soon answered.
Yu Zhengzheng's rosy cheeks were reflected in front of him. She was holding a wine jug in her hand. There was a faint glow on her cherry-red lips, and an expression of indulgence and joy on her face.
His voice was cold as he ordered her, "First room on the left hand side of the third floor. Come over and apply medicine to me now."
She responded vaguely, and it was not known whether she heard it clearly or not, and then she cut off the communication.
He took off his robe and was left with only his underwear.
His shirt was lazily half-open, revealing his strong chest. He leaned against the bed curtain with his head slightly tilted back, and the door was gently pushed open with a creak.
There were light footsteps, and a pair of hands were placed on his shoulders, pushing him down on the couch. "The incense burner is burning with cartilage powder, and the candlelight is quenched with forgetfulness incense. You can't move, and you will soon lose your mind."
"When I lose my innocence, Xiang Feng will come and see the birthmark on my shoulder, and he will know that I am Xue Xi who died thousands of years ago."
An Ning smiled softly and took off her clothes slowly: "He will kill you. If you survive by chance, you will forget all these things tomorrow. But Xiang Feng will hate you to the core and lurk around you all the time to kill you."
She knelt on the couch, grasped the jade belt around his waist with her slender fingertips, and pulled it gently, and his underwear opened wide.