Wen Zheliu was stunned. It was as if a set of firework salutes had exploded in his mind. Petals and broken stars scattered all over the sky, making him feel dizzy.
He Qin leaned forward and kissed the side of his face, "Are you shy?"
Hearing that Zheliu's face was so red that he was about to puff out smoke, he said frantically: "You... why are you always like this!"
He Qin: "What is it always like?"
Wen Zheliu: "You always, always..."
Wen Zheliu always thought for a long time and couldn't explain why. Finally, he simply put his arms around He Qin's neck and kissed him hard on the curved corners of his lips.
"Okay, are you satisfied?!" He shouted without confidence.
So after hearing about the broken willow, Xie Yuanyuan also went crazy: "I said, can you do it? Read the contents of the notebook quickly and we will burn it after reading it!!"
He Qin held Wen Zheliu in front of him, rested his chin on his shoulder, put one hand around his waist, reached forward with the other to open the diary, and then read casually: "... I became Mr. Jiu Song's son. The bride, from now on, will call her the lord. In my previous wife's house, everyone called her Ivy, and I accidentally heard the lord call her Long Ji's wife - she is a beauty that is unique among a thousand. Woman. Compared with her, I feel ashamed. I have to lament all the things about me that are not as good as her. I don’t know why the master loves me. I am really ashamed."
Wen Zheliu rubbed his cheeks, trying to lower the temperature and the rising corners of his mouth: "Why does she have so many nicknames and code names? It's Goto Qianli again, Mrs. Qingteng again, and Longji again, It’s really complicated.”
He Qin said: "Let me give you some background. Have you ever seen Onmyoji in Dream Pillow Tapir?"
Wen Zheliu: "I've heard of it."
Xie Yuanyuan scratched his head: "Is it the story about the onmyoji Abe Seimei and the samurai Minamoto Boya? I've heard of it, but I haven't read the original work."
Du Zijun finally recovered a little blood volume: "Look, what's wrong?"
He Qin considered his words and pondered: "The author once said something through the mouth of Abe Seimei. He said that a name is the shortest spell."
"You mean..." Wen Zheliu was slightly moved, and immediately understood, "She has so many names, just like a cunning rabbit with three holes, just to avoid letting the Onmyoji know about it, so as to control her and order her?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a clicking sound of unlocking in everyone's ears at the same time.
"This is..." Du Zijun was stunned.
"It's the sound effect of a hidden mission being opened!" Wen Zheliu reacted quickly, "What hidden mission has been opened... Longji! The third name overheard by the owner of the diary must be her real name!"
Xie Yuanyuan said eagerly: "Quick, look down, maybe you can learn something else!"
"... The second day of the eighth month of the year is cloudy. The time of love is like passing flowers with water, passing by in a blink of an eye. The day when the Lord swore under the moon to be united with me forever seems to be yesterday. However, today, he He is about to marry a third bride." He Qin said slowly, "I heard that brides love to wear red, so he smiled at me and said: 'Ruo Zi, if there is a bride, I will call her Li Mei. how do you feel?' "
"Wow, the owner of the diary is indeed Mrs. Ruozi!" Xie Yuanyuan cheered up, "The third one is Li Mei, and the fourth one is that Yuzhao Tea?"
He Qin went on to say: "... After hearing this, I could only hold back my tears and said yes in a gentle voice, but my heart felt like a knife cutting and an arrow stabbing me. How could I show any trace of my grief on my face! I don't know Long Ji. When I heard the Lord laughing and talking that day, did I feel as pained and miserable as I did? But then I thought about it, the Lord is as handsome as the bright moon in the sky, and he is an unparalleled good man, even a beauty like Long Ji. If I can't keep him privately, how can I have all kinds of extravagant dreams? However, my unwillingness to give up has still laid hidden dangers after all."
The yellowed paper pages were wrinkled, as if the tears of a sad woman were still on it, revealing the unbearable sourness and pain. Wen Zheliu sighed softly and continued: "On August 10th of the year of Yanyan." Sun, Chikou, Qing. Longji came to find me. I couldn’t hide my sadness and told her everything in private. She seemed very surprised when I called her Longji, but she quickly stopped smiling. , tell me that my bride, Mrs. Li Mei, is a hundred times more beautiful than me. If I sit back and do nothing, the master will gradually dislike me... "
He gradually stopped reading, and the four people in the room all fell into deep thought.
After a long while, Xie Yuanyuan touched his chin and said: "Ha, didn't this Wu Dao... Qing Teng... or Long Ji or some other woman say that Ruo Zi is a peerless beauty? But from the narrative point of view, when Ruo Zi faced her , but I feel quite inferior to myself, and now here comes Li Mei, who is said to be a hundred times more beautiful... something is getting more and more wrong."
Wen Zheliu frowned and read at a glance: "...I panicked, I love the Lord and don't want to be abandoned by him no matter what, so I listened to Long Ji and used the formula she gave me to prepare medicine, food and drinks... A miracle happened."
He paused slowly, and Xie Yuanyuan stretched his neck, leaned over and said, "My appearance is really becoming more beautiful day by day. Although the master has married a bride, he is still uncontrollably attracted to me and turns coldly to Li." Mrs. Mei... Huh?!"
Du Zijun pulled the diary and said hurriedly: "It's Long Ji who made me have this radical change. I'm so grateful to her. My eyes are as bright as stars, my skin is as white as snow, and my lips are as red as peonies. I'm so beautiful." , I am so beautiful—all this nonsense—but the desire in my heart is becoming increasingly unsatisfied, I want more! I want, I want...!"
Du Zijun flipped to the next page, but the sound of his writing became more and more intense but suddenly stopped.
"...What's wrong," Xie Yuanyuan asked, still unfinished, "Where's the back?"
Du Zijun stared at it for a while, then turned the paper over and showed it to the other three people: "It's gone. It's gone here."
Wen Zheliu's eyes widened, and he saw that all the contents behind it had been torn cleanly. He took it and carefully touched the empty space on it, feeling disappointed.
"Just when it was about to reach the critical moment, the back was gone?" He was extremely disappointed. He Qin gently kissed the side of his face and reached out to turn the diary to the last page.
"See if there are any more here."
"There's handwriting!" Xie Yuanyuan shouted, and he quickly smoothed it out and saw that the page was crooked and crooked, and he wrote a few big characters tremblingly and crazily, completely losing the graceful, elegant, calm and calm look at the beginning:
"I'm sorry Long Ji!"
The force of the pen tip penetrated the back of the paper, and the ink-colored rough edges spread, like overflowing blood, covering the entire page. It was shocking to see it.
"...What's going on?" Xie Yuanyuan said puzzled, "At first I thought it was Long Ji's conspiracy, but in the end, why did I feel that Ruo Zi went crazy and did something unforgivable? ?”
Wen Zheliu shook his head: "It's better not to judge too early."
"By the way," Du Zijun calmed down, "Would you like to try to open the door tonight?"
He Qin raised his eyelids and said calmly: "Open it. People created by God will probably open it too."
Wen Zheliu asked: "How can you be sure?"
He Qin interlocked with his fingers, turned his face slightly, and his hot breath hit Wen Zheliu's white neck. Although the two of them had not yet had any formal ceremony to explain to each other that they were each other's one and only, He Qin was already very clingy. Wen Zheliu often doubted that if He Qin was an animal, it would be a big and strong one. Cats have to lick and rub themselves every day.
He Qin hugged him with his strong arms, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's not just the time limit for clearance, but also Muspelheim."
"Muspelheim." Wen Zheliu repeated in a low voice, "Are you talking about the privilege given to them by the Holy Sister?"
He Qin nodded and stared intently at Wen Zheliu's warm skin, looking like he wanted to kiss her: "It's still unknown which world they will choose, but I can conclude..."
"They will definitely choose a world with you." Du Zijun asserted, his eyes as sharp as snow, "That's right?"
Xie Yuanyuan said blankly at the side: "Muspelheim... ah, their leader is a man who looks very similar to Brother He! Do you... have any grudges?"
He Qin was silent, Wen Zheliu nodded on his behalf, and Quan responded.
"It seems like it is true that if you want to rank high, you have to shorten the clearance time as much as possible, and now there is a variable like Muspelheim that can interfere at any time..." Du Zijun said in a low voice, "That's right. There's a good chance they'll try to open those three doors tonight, just like we did."
Wen Zheliu turned his head and took a look at the three props.
"Let's discuss tactics and put away the notebook first." He said, "If we're lucky... Mrs. Ruozi's door, we won't have to enter."
It was night, the water mist was diffuse, and it was bitingly cold. Four people, no one sleeping, stood at the entrance of the back house, waiting for the arrival of twelve o'clock in the morning.
The place Xie Yuanyuan entered last night was too difficult, and there were three mini-bosses wandering around. Going in now was tantamount to seeking death, so they had to find another way out.
At the same time, the gloomy fog had begun to spread, and many vague shadows were vaguely visible.
"It's almost twelve o'clock." Wen Zheliu stared closely at the hemp rope talisman blocking the road in front of him. At this time, they were already becoming lighter in the air little by little, and it seemed that they would soon disappear into the invisible, leaving a clear path for them.
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"It's almost time." Du Zijun took out the dagger in his arms, "Get ready."
Twelve o'clock officially arrived, and in an instant, all the seals in front of them disappeared. The four of them quickly ducked in, not paying attention to the two shadows that flashed behind them.
Wen Zheliu took out the soul-calling talisman paper, quickly wrapped it around the three props, and placed it in the open space in front of him. In an instant, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited without wind, and in the blink of an eye, it burned into three bright fires!
"Be on guard." He Qin moved his thumb slightly and pushed away the sheath of the long knife on his waist. "Don't let the people over there take advantage of you."
The author has something to say: Good night everyone, I don’t know if there are any readers who are going to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I wish you a good weekend!