The Demon in the Mirror

"Qingyuan?" Xifeng shouted, and no one answered. She twisted her eyebrows and turned around in the same place, with corn on all sides, and nowhere to see the road, and made her such a big wall.

She sneered, she would only destroy the cornfield if she was not allowed to go out, would n’t it be the scarecrow, guard your cornfield, then you would be forced to appear, and she would cut the whole corn forest without it, and then cut the corn Eat up.

Thinking of her, she turned her long sword into pieces and began to split the corn stalk that was higher than her head.

The blade was sharp and the corn was cut off wherever he went.

In a blink of an eye, it leveled off.

The scarecrow standing beside the spring eyes looked at the falling corn and jumped up and down.

"You let her come out." Qingyuan looked up at it, "otherwise the corn is gone."

The scarecrow was still jumping in place, a little anxious. It can feel that the people inside are not easy to provoke, and it is likely to cut its head. It jumped for a while, and Qingyuan said again: "Then I'll go in and find her."

The scarecrow jumped before him, and he was not allowed to enter.

Qingyuan is not worried about what danger Westwind will encounter. She is very powerful, but she doesn't know how powerful she is.

He was worried that the whole corn field would be cut down by her, and that dinner would have to be corn from the village entrance.

The corn there is not as sweet as here.

he does not like.

"Wow, wow."

The falling corn collides with each other, and the leaves rattle.

The scarecrow could no longer wait, bouncing back and forth inside.

Qingyuan thought it might be torn by the west wind hand. In order to protect the fragile scarecrow, he decided to take the west wind out first.

The west wind chopping down a corn road did not panic and was still cutting corn, and hummed again.

"Corn, corn, sweet and fragrant corn. Steamed corn, boiled corn, roasted corn, stewed corn, corn, corn, corn, rice, hum, hum, eat, eat corn ..."

She was having a good time, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a blue shadow stopped suddenly in front of her, blowing her blue silk, and took a mouthful. She stretched out her hand and was already surprised by Qingyuan's appearance. She glanced up at him and asked, "Have Xiaohuo come back?"

"No."

"Huh, I was still thinking about grabbing it and burning it here."

"The scarecrow is a good person, you still don't want to bully it."

"If it handed over the girl Yu'er and let me go to Zhao's house to pick up the little money, I wouldn't be bothered to bully it." Xifeng touched his belly. "Do you want to eat meat?"

Qingyuan shook his head: "I don't want to."

"... Want to eat buns?"

"I don't want to."

The plan to impress this dragon with food did not work at all. Westwind became angry and pinched his stomach: "What do you want, drink your dew."

She suddenly caught the point of a sentence, frowned, and asked: "You say the scarecrow is a good person? Is the monster a scarecrow, not who is manipulating it?"

"Yeah." Qingyuan said, "Last night you fell asleep. It jumped all night in front of the window outside your house. Just now I let it let you out. It refused, and I still wanted to settle the bill with you. Didn't come ... "He thought carefully, suddenly," It must be that you sang just now and scared it away. "

"..."

"I just thought your sword was scratching the stone, and then I thought it was wrong, it is more like you are singing."

"... Enough!" Xifeng clenched his long sword, his teeth clacked, and ate and slapped Qinglong! Fight the green dragon!

——Forget it, she ca n’t beat her, she might be beaten to death.

Xifeng was sad in her heart, she really had to dump him, otherwise she would suffocate because she could not realize her dream in this life.

She put away her long sword, pinned the flute around her waist, and said "open". The fallen corn stalk stood upright, directly in two rows, breaking the corn in front, and squeezing out a piece for her. road.

At the end of the road is the farmhouse.

Where the girl lives.

After she came out from the inside, Qingyuan paused and glanced at the cornfield. The slashed corn stalk "saw" returned to the original place, and was reborn again, as if it had not been cut off just now.

Indistinctly, he saw the tall stick grassman again and jumped happily.

Xifeng still did not find Zhao Yuer.

Not only in the villagers ’houses, even their pots and pans and water well jars, as long as they could hide people, she looked for it.

The setting sun will fall again and nothing will be achieved.

At night, the people sat together again, and the dinner was still corn, raw.

Pu Yu ate a few bites of raw corn and was bitterly sweet, but stopped, and asked, "What about your fire mouse?"

Xifeng knew what she was going to do and said directly, "I will not bake it for you."

"... No wonder Master said you are grumpy."

Xifeng's face was black: "Shut up."

Pu Yu knew the thorn in her heart, and she continued: "This time when going out, Master told us that if he sees you, let him tell you well, Master ..."

Xifeng stood up and wanted to beat her. Pu Yu was slightly shocked. After a moment of reaction, she was ready to fight with her. The west wind really wanted to seal her mouth, but the breeze under the silver moonlight faintly flew a demonish air.

She was familiar with the demonishness, it was a small fire.

She turned and looked back, but there was no small fire, but there was already a voice from the small fire "I'm so hungry ... help me ...". She left Puyu and ran in the direction where the voice came. Qingyuan saw it, and she chased it with a corn.

Pu Yu looked down for a while and sat down, but he saw that his brother's face was cold. She paused slightly and didn't want him to mention the west wind. Instead, she said, "Brother, there is probably nothing in this village that Master is looking for. Let's go, Brother Seven, they are still trapped in the lotus pond by water demon."

"Master said that something is here, then it must be here." Wu Ying still blamed, "Don't deliberately stir up the west wind, you know how much she hates Master."

"But if she is not Master, she will die with her mother! Why should she hate Master!"

Wu Ying thought that Xiao Xifeng was standing next to her mother's body, and she was silent for a long time. Her eyes were sad: "Because she would rather die with her mother."

Pu Yu was stunned and did not refute this sentence.

Westwind did not hear what they said, and she was still looking for Xiaohuo.

"Idiot, idiot, as an ancient beast, even wanted me to worry about a little mortal." Xifeng saw Qingyuan has already caught up, and feels that Qingyuan is still good, although the old poisonous tongue she can throw away the poisonous tongue. On the one hand, oh, and the fact that she was spending money on her, he was not bad.

Not only can you protect yourself, but also help her catch the monster.

I do not know how many times better than a small fire that can only breathe fire.

"West Wind." Qing Yuan asked, "Who is 'Master'?"

Xifeng's heart was not disturbed, but she bored her.

"Don't explain." Qingyuan, who noticed her unhappy, touched her head. "Good."

The palm on the head was lightly pressed, and somehow it seemed to squeeze her tears out, like a sip pump, and when it was pressed, water could come out. She trapped her tears in her eyes and smiled with a sneer, covering up the sudden warmth coaxing her to be touched.

"Who is Master? Master is the head of the Ling Temple, a jerk." Xifeng looked at him, his face calmed down, but his eyes were full of indifference. "He killed my mother."

Qingyuan was startled.

"In the face of everyone, and my face, I killed my mother with my own hands." Xifeng's throat was slightly choked, and he smiled concealedly. "He wouldn't let me die, but let me live."

"Don't say it." Qingyuan felt the pain in her voice. He didn't like to see such west wind at all.

He wants to hear her sing, to watch her catch monsters, to see her bargain with the bun boss, everything is good, just don't want to see her in such pain.

too painful……

But this pain cannot be wiped out, so even if he doesn't want to, it has already happened.

and so……

What should he do?

What should I do?

The previous little fairy was sad, how did his good friend do it?

Correct!

He remembered.

Xifeng was about to tell him that he was okay, so he should not look at her pitiful like that, it is best not to comfort, otherwise he said, it is estimated that he was sprinkling salt on her wounds, sprinkled with sea salt overwhelming, do not hurt her died.

"I……"

A gust of breeze bounced, and the tall, tall figure leaned over and hugged her into his arms, cuddling tightly.

Westwind's eyes widened, somewhat unbelievable.

Is he rude to her? !

No, he seems to be comforting her.

But ... the hug was too tight, she was about to be choked to death by him. Westwind thought anxiously, that her chest, which had grown up in these two years, would not be flattened by him? ? ?

Qingyuan hugged her for a while and didn't know what to say, he forgot what to say.

But the west wind seemed to calm down a lot, and the painful breath gradually dissipated.

it works!

So he hugged some more ... Westwind was about to die ...

The heartbeat of the person in the arms seems to be more and more calm, and Qingyuan hugs her more firmly ...

"... I'm going to ... die ..." Not only will I die, my chest will be flattened.

"Are you still sad?"

Westwind said hardly: "... I'm going to be sad."

Then she found that he worked harder again.

Xifeng realized this, and hurriedly shouted, "I'm not sad anymore! I'm happy to die!"

When Qingyuan heard this, she released her and looked at Xifeng, who gasped heavily, nodded: "Well!"

Westwind is really not sad, she only wants to kill his heart.

The heart of the girl who had just thumped was shattered by him. Imagine if Qinglong would like which girl she fell in love with, she would come up with a hug, it would be terrible.

No, you have to wax the girl first.

Xifeng reached out and touched his chest, it was really flat!

Return her chest!

She wiped tears bitterly and could no longer feel sad in front of him, otherwise he would hug her again. She walked two steps in an interesting way, keeping a distance from him, lest he run over again.

Qingyuan saw her walking fast and followed her closely.

Westwind was afraid and counseling, so he could only follow him.

Xiaohuo's enchantment flew up and down, and he didn't know where it came from. Xifeng concentrated his attention and walked to a place with the strongest spirit, rummaging through it, but couldn't find it.

She raised her eyebrows in contemplation, and suddenly thought of something. She slowly looked up and saw a pavilion with a height of six or seven feet standing alone on the edge of the village.

On the pavilion, there was a tall, long shadow, like a guard, standing on the pavilion and quietly looking at the village that had no one long ago.