The night view of Qizhuang is beautiful.
Jian Fan pushed open the small wooden window, and with a "squeak" sound, the night breeze blew into the house, and combined with the slight "swishing" sound of the Qingshui River, it formed a wonderful piece of music.
She was draped in quilt and lying at the window.
Rong Ran could only see her furry little head shrinking.
It was already late at night, and the colored lights on the stream were still on.
The sound of bars in the distance could be heard faintly, and a pleasant sound of guqin and an unknown tune came from the Qingshui River.
A little light swayed leisurely over, and it was Qizhuang's famous water sports boat.
This flower boat looks very big in the stream, almost filling the entire waterway.
The cabin is as high as the second floor where Jian and Fan are located.
The outside of the cabin is covered with flowing gauze curtains.
Standing straight on the bow is a boatman in ancient costumes.
Man, wearing a straw hat, unable to see his face.
"What the hell, babbling."
There was a woman singing an ancient song in the flower boat, which was inexplicably sad and desolate.
Doing this on a winter night, Jian Fan was so cold by her voice that she rubbed her hands.
For Miss Jian, who has no appreciation of music, listening to small songs in the middle of the night is simply torture.
Jian Fan shook off the quilt and was about to close the wooden window.
The flower boat actually moved instantly, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of Jian Fan's window, and then stopped.
Jian Fan blinked and saw that there was another person standing at the back of the boat, also standing upright, with a straw hat covering his face, as straight as a zombie.
"What kind of business is there with me?"
Jian Fan stood up with a red nose and leaned half of his body out of the window.
"The girl brought the dying person to the yin and yang world in the middle of the night because she wanted to..."
Her words were half-contained and half-released, but she still had unfinished meaning.
The copper coin sword he carried with him had already begun to glow.
Rong Nan looked like he was tasting wine, and out of the corner of his eye, he kept looking at the knife into the cabin.
There began to be movement in the cabin.
On the side facing Jian Fan, the gauze curtain was opened by a jade hand.
The fingernails were painted with bright red color.
I don't know if it was blood or flower juice.
The steps jingled, and a face wearing a veil, revealing only a pair of lovely almond eyes, slowly appeared.
The woman was wearing goose-yellow clothes, and she performed ancient rituals towards Jian Fan, which was very charming.
"Sir, my third wife."
She raised her eyes, her voice was crisp and tingling, as if it was brittle into people's bones.
The boatmen at the bow and stern of the boat suddenly took off their straw hats.
They closed their eyes tightly, and their pale faces were expressionless. , the limbs are also stiff.
But the three people present knew that these bodies were still alive, but their souls were lost.
"Sir, these people can still be saved."
"I am an eternal vegetative state, there is no way to save me."
Jian Fan has been a Yin Yang envoy for a short time, but he has seen too many people and ghosts, and many of them are inexplicable.
After Sanniang said this, Jian Fan adjusted his state.
It's not that easy to save people.
Who knows what this old ghost has in mind.
Ananda said, this guy has been doing this for a long time, and I'm afraid he can compete for an Oscar statuette with just one performance.
Sanniang's almond-shaped eyes were filled with water, and she touched her red lips with her bright red nails, "Where is that adult?
Can't you save them too?"
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Jian Fan felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.
Since she knew that they were Yin and Yang envoys, this woman should understand that it was the Yang envoys who decided things, and the ghost messengers sent by the underworld were all for assistance.
She turned around suddenly and said softly, imitating Sanniang's tone, "Master Ananda, please give me your opinion.
I don't care."
Without saying a word, she picked up the quilt and climbed into bed, covered her head and fell asleep. .
Rong Nan's heroic eyebrows were raised.
He first looked at the little girl on the bed, who was huddled up in a ball and refused to show her head.
Then he looked out the window, his sharp eyes stopping at Sanniang's smiling face. .
Sanniang's smile froze.
"Why don't you go to the underworld to report?
Why don't you want to be your famous prostitute?"
Although Rong Nan didn't turn cold, his murderous aura was not diminished at all.
He walked slowly towards the window, his figure even tighter.
Blocking Jian Fan firmly, he said, "Zhu Sanniang, you were like that back then."
The contempt was clearly visible.
"Sir Rong Nan."
Sanniang's smiling face finally faded away.
She looked at Rong Nan with a look of nostalgia and admiration in her eyes, "Shortly after you left, the Baihua Building collapsed and the slaves committed suicide in the backyard.
In the well.
You once said that to be a person is greed, anger and ignorance.
Love and hate, you can become a Buddha even if you live in this mortal world.
I don’t want to die like this and be reincarnated in the next life.
Oh, yes, there is a cause and effect in saving people.
Sanniang is not the person that Master Yin Yang is looking for, no."
"You know who we are looking for, tell me."
Jian Fan thought it would be difficult to find out that he was eavesdropping.
When he heard there was a clue, he put aside his jealousy.
Jian Fan's silkworm baby squirmed a little towards the bed very consciously. .
The idiot Rong Nan thought at this time, forget it, my wife doesn’t need brains, it’s enough for me.
Thinking of this, Rong Nan’s mood improved unconsciously.
"Sir, the western suburbs were originally a place for little ghosts like us.
A few decades ago, a female ghost suddenly appeared.
She was extremely ferocious.
In addition to the souls of the people in the western suburbs, she killed everyone she saw.
There was nothing the slave family could do. , can only be forced to wait At the junction of yin and yang, I didn't expect you to come here.
Please help me save these poor people, save the slaves and the little devils."
Sanniang said, kneeling down and looking towards Rong Nan.
The simplicity and complexity behind Rong Nan.
In the face of difficulties, no matter what humble things others do, it doesn't matter.
Rong Nan glanced at Sanniang indifferently.
Sanniang suddenly became trembling and shaky, as delicate as a freshly broken flower from a branch.
But she was still kneeling.
After a while, Rong Nian's sleeves waved, and Zhu Sanniang's body shook and flew out violently.
The flower boat also shook violently.
The flower boat and Zhu Sanniang were originally one body, and both were damaged.
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"You are not a good person.
Go away with your body that has not yet rotted.
Your soul is gone.
Can't you see that you can go away?"
He seemed unhappy and struck hard.
Even Jian Fan could feel the aftermath of the power.
"Ananda."
Jian Fan opened the quilt.
She didn't even realize that she could touch Rong Nan's body at this time.
"Sanniang, you go first."
With her luck, the window slammed shut, and the entire inn They are all shrouded in a golden light barrier.
"It would be great to be back.
I don't know, I don't know, no one knows."
Zhu Sanniang slowly got up, her eyes wandering.
She leaned on the soft couch of the flower boat.
The boatman put on his straw hat stiffly, and the flower boat started slowly.
I don't know.
At some point, the hull and the song disappeared.
An inn.
Jian Fan relies on Rong Rong, and Rong Rong's mood is very unstable, just like a girl's relatives who come every month, and his inexplicable temper always breaks out once a month without interruption.
When the moon is full, there will be victory; when the moon is missing, there will be losses.
His robe had been torn open by himself, but he was not deliberately arrogant like last time.
There was golden light flowing under his fair skin, and a small bump would bulge on his skin from time to time.
Rong Nan remained motionless with a cold face, letting Jian Fan hug him and drag him to the bed.
Normally, Rongyun would avoid Jian and Traditional at times like this, but he was discovered by Jian and Traditional two years ago.
They were also on a mission, and that time he suddenly went crazy, almost destroying half of the mountain forest, and seriously injured Jian Fan.
In the end, Jian Fan gritted his teeth and used his own cultivation and life as the source, repaired the mountains and forests, and brought him back to live happily ever after.
However, her health was already in bad shape, and after that, it became even worse.
After that time, Rong Nan began to restrain this threat.
Two years later, Jian Fan started from scratch and practiced hard.
With his cultivation, he also improved a lot, and now he is able to restrain it.
Jian Fan wrapped herself and Rong Nan in the quilt.
She rested her head on Rong Nan's shoulder and stayed with him silently.
Rong Nian's body felt cold and hot at times, and Jian Fan shivered from time to time.
Jian Fan looked more like a patient.
Sleepless night.
At dawn, when the rooster crows and the first ray of sunlight enters the inn room, Rong Nan suddenly opens his eyes.
The light in his eyes was extremely hot, and the light shone behind him.
He didn't move.
Jian Fan had changed from relying on him to lying in his arms.
His eyes were dark green and his face was ugly.
Her cold little hands were holding his sleeves and slapping his little hands "whirring".
Snoring, like a little pig, a tired little pig.
"Haha."
Rongren's smile was full of tenderness, and his low and sexy voice came out lightly.
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No one could understand a person's joy.
"Good morning, madam."
He pressed a kiss on Jian Fan's forehead, and the drop of wine that had lost its power seeped out and was gently wiped away by the tip of his tongue.
The next second, his body became transparent, and Jian Fan slowly lay down on the bed, hummed twice, and continued to sleep
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