The Demon in the Mirror

"Indus trees, phoenixes. Don't drink vulgar dust, no human clothes ..."

Jade finger flicked, piano sound curled, Ge Ji whispered a small song, sometimes smiled, and sometimes smiled lightly, looking at the drinking guests.

The guests were all literati and literati, and they were full of poems and books, and the visitors were all handsome young men. But among this group of people, there is a son who attracts the most attention.

The young man was still young, at most in his early twenties. He leaned against the low table. His handsome and long fingers held a glass of wine. There was laziness hidden between his eyebrows.

His face was very white, and his lips were pale, and his light eyes were slightly indifferent and tired.

The song is nice, and the singing girl is also beautiful. When he looked at her, he found that the girl was always looking at him.

The eyes are smiling, and the skin is lovely.

It's a beautiful girl.

Look at her a few more times and add red makeup to her pretty red face.

Obviously only a young girl who is not involved in the world, but he is trying to dress up as a person who has seen many worlds.

He couldn't help but smile. This smile saw that Ge Ji's fingers flicked and suddenly played the wrong sound. Everyone who was obsessed with listening to music felt disappointed and roared, causing the girl's face to be red and a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly in the crowd, a handsome man got up and walked towards her, leaning over and embracing the cumbersomely dressed singer in his arms, saying, "Tonight, you are mine."

In this pavilion, Song Ji can't help but take away, as long as Song Ji is willing.

Some of the people who listened to the song had long waited for the song to end. They stepped forward to ask questions, and they met some people who got ahead first, and they all cheered up and took out their money to take back the singer.

The girl was nestled in the man's arms, blinking at him with bright eyes, her face red as rouge: "I will go with you."

The disappointed people were even more noisy, and they could only watch them leave, waiting for the new singer to go upstairs and sing.

The pavilion is as high as the third floor, and the girl is firmly in his arms. Looking up, you can see his clean chin and a beautiful side face: "Son, you look so beautiful."

He smiled and walked to the first floor, there was already a carriage waiting. He threw his hand and threw her in. She threw her eyebrows straight, before she rubbed her sore spot. When he saw him, he leaned in and immediately sat down, looked at him again with a wink, and leaned on his knee: "Lang Where are we going? "

"I don't know." He held her chin, staring at this beautiful face, and said, "It's better to be here."

The girl's face changed slightly, and her belt was loose, and he had been torn apart by him. Her face was even more ugly, and her coat was stripped off.

It was late autumn, and she wore a full six pieces in three pieces and three pieces out of it, and was unloaded by him, but made her a little panicked.

She sat on her knees on the carriage and stiffened. It was not until he removed another piece of clothes that she recovered, grabbed his hand, and bit her lip: "Don't touch me."

He, who had already grasped her third garment, suddenly smiled and let go of her hand: "No more?"

The girl clenched her clothes, stepped back to him, climbed up and sat down, saying, "You deliberately teased me."

"I thought you would keep on dressing, but I couldn't take it until I took off my third piece of clothing." He leaned against the carriage and his eyes became lazy again. "Since the face is thin, why do you do this kind of living."

The fun is gone, and everything is boring again.

"You also know that it is a living." The girl had **** her belt, raised her beautiful eyebrows, and looked at him through the car curtain that was occasionally lifted. The lights that were extinguished outside also reflected his face. "I like you, son."

He stared at her and asked, "What do you like about me, like my face?"

"Yes."

"vulgar."

"Mortals are so vulgar." The girl twisted her braids in her hands and looked at him with her head twisted, her feet jingling like a horseshoe, "I don't have the leisure to explore a strange man Of course, I look at my face first. "

He finally smiled again and asked, "What is your name?"

"Late, what about you?"

He thought about it: "Fish."

"The surname fish? This surname is rare." He was still watching him at night. "Fishman, I'm not expensive. You can give me twelve a night. If you are willing to let me stay with you for ten days and a half , One month, half a year, can be less. "

Yugko glanced at her and asked, "Who taught you this? You are still a virgin, and you look so beautiful, you only need twelve silver tonight?"

Later, his face turned red again, and he lowered his head and touched his ear: "How much do you want to give me?"

"No."

His eyes widened in the evening, and he saw that his eyes were already indifferent: "Because I won't want you, get off."

The carriage stopped and looked at him angrily at night: "Then take me back!"

The fisherman looked at her, hugged her, leaned over, and leaned out of the car. At this time, the car was already some distance away from the pavilion. After thinking about it, he threw her back and motioned her to look at the little treasure chest on the car: "Here."

Later, she opened the box angrily, and it was filled with gold and silver jewelry. The dazzling light reflected her eyes brightly: "All for me?"

"Yes."

"Then what am I going to do."

"To shut up."

Covering your mouth immediately at night, this is much simpler than serving this eccentric boy.

She covered her palms very wide, only showing a pair of eyes, and wandered around his face all the time.

Junmei Mushuang is a bit cold.

Yuko has closed his eyes, but he can still feel the **** the opposite side watching him. He resisted his temper until his burning eyes settled before opening his eyes. The **** the opposite side was curled up in the corner and fell asleep, holding the treasure chest in her arms.

The girl slept soundly, with heavy makeup on her face and thick fat powder, which did not match her age at all.

The bun was full of jewellery, and his head weighed several pounds.

"Jingle bells."

The step on the hair has been shaking with the carriage, making a noisy noise. He frowned and reached out to shake off her steps. As soon as he touched it, she grabbed her hand and muttered: "Thief."

He chuckled softly, without picking her steps, he picked her up, stopped the carriage, and threw her into the deserted suburbs without even looking at it, and said, "Go."

The driver looked at the girl who was still sleeping and sighed, "Poor."

"Are you going?"

"Go away."

The coachman transformed into a huge koi carp, leaving the fisherman.

"Indus trees, phoenixes. Don't drink vulgar dust, no human clothes ..."

Song Ji's voice can be circulated around Liang Liang for three days and passed to the second floor, allowing the people who are going upstairs to pause.

But he walked up, and the person who was singing on the piano was really the girl. He found a place, took a drink with a glass, and looked at the singing girl faintly.

There was also a red mark on her face, oh ... he remembered it, when he threw her last night, it seemed that he was facing the ground.

Later in the evening the beautiful eyes also saw him.

Yugong felt that if there were no other people nearby, she might come over with a piano and smash his head and scold him again.

He smiled, and this smile broke her tone again.

Someone had already stepped forward and said, "The girl will follow me tonight."

Raising his eyebrows in the evening, before he spoke, he saw the handsome and hateful son coming over, stooped to catch her wrist, and said, "Follow me."

"Do not……"

"A treasure chest."

It was true to be thrown out in the suburbs, but the jewelry in the box was also true, just tossed without having to wait, and after a total of night and night, he followed him away.

As he walked, he was slightly downcast, looking at the man who pulled her downstairs and asked, "Do you think I'm particularly ostentatious?"

"What is guts, is it comparable to gold and silver jewelry?"

"Can't compare, at least not now, otherwise I won't go with you anymore." Said tonight, "You throw a little light tonight, don't throw me to the place where there are stones, it hurts."

Yugong smiled and went to the first floor, tucked her into the carriage and said, "You don't need to sleep."

"I ran for a day, sang for a day, tired, and the carriage ran so steady, and it made me sleepy." And later said, "You don't want me, why do you want to take me tonight?"

The fisherman looked at her, pulled her into her arms, and touched her delicate cheek and said, "Who said I don't want you?"

The girl in her arms had less powder applied tonight, and the blush on her face was very obvious. She breathed gently, and did not say anything.

Yuzi did not speak, so just hugged her.

After a long time, he found her asleep again.

He suddenly felt ridiculous-he was ridiculous.

He actually held a vulgar mortal for so long.

Suddenly feel upset.

"parking."

"Ok?"

"Throw people."

"..."

"Sycamore tree, phoenix perches. Don't drink vulgar dust, no ..."

The voice in the evening was slightly hoarse, no longer the singing voice of the wonderful two days ago. Everyone heard a frown and dazzled.

She was tired of playing, but she continued to sing, and finally someone couldn't help but said, "Where did your two-day love lang go, why don't you continue to be happy with him?"

His face changed slightly from night to night, and he carefully identified this person, who was the one who was so impressed yesterday.

She looked at the literati samurai underneath, feeling hypocritical.

"If he doesn't want you tonight, then you and me will make you live faster."

Looking at him with a pale face in the evening, he could never play under his finger. There was a mocking chuckle in the crowd.

"You?" The man sneered coldly, "What is it?"

As soon as the man had a meal, he saw a handsome young man stepped forward and grabbed Ge Ji's wrist in front of him again to take her away. He reached out and stopped: "She's mine tonight, otherwise don't think you will be rewarded for singing here."

"She won't come here again."

Yugong stared at him coldly, so that the man was shocked somehow, and he dared not stop him.

Late in the evening, he went downstairs with him and kept silent. He was stuffed into the carriage and did not speak. Yuko grabbed her chin and raised her face and asked, "Dumb?"

"I'm asleep, keep throwing."

She finished closing her eyes when she said that, and her pale face was like four big words-seeing her as if she was dead.

He smiled: "I don't throw you."

"Oh."

He was angry: "What are you‘ oh ’?"

"I do not believe."

He was going to be angry again, and saw that her face was paler, and the chin she was holding was getting colder. He paused slightly, with a sneer: "Sick?"

The man who drove out of the car said quietly: "Throw a delicate girl in the wilderness for two nights. It's no wonder you don't get sick."

"you shut up."

The girl's eyes were closed and her face was cold.

He let go of her, she was like a clothes without a rack paralyzed on him, panting heavily.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

He frowned and asked, "What do you do?"

"Throw people at you."

"..."

"Yo, are you going to take her in?"

"Yes! Take her in, you hurry, don't talk."

The driver smiled and continued to hurry.

Isn't it troublesome to leave a girl around?

Of course it is troublesome.

He didn't know why it was so troublesome, and he could still stay with her for two months.

Pull him to see the lanterns for a while, drag him to the downtown area, and ask him to admire the flowers.

It's very troublesome, except that when she sleeps, she will be quiet. For the rest of the time, she is like a lark, twitter, twitter.

Make a fuss.

At this time, she ran to guess the riddle again. It was in the young year and the world was full of red.

Red makes him uncomfortable.

The redness of the world is a celebration to the people, but to him, it is like a spell, greatly weakening his demon power.

"Your son, you look much better." The driver held ten bunches of sugar-coated gourds in one bite and squeezed his cheeks.

He felt pain when he looked at it: "Go away, don't stand beside me."

"Don't be such a son."

"Go away."

Later, I brought two lanterns back and jumped in front of him with joy. He showed him the lantern: "Look at you, I guessed the answer. I changed two lanterns and gave you one."

Yuko looked at it, ugly and vulgar, and sneered: "No."

"Then I give it to Uncle Yu."

Uncle Yu nodded immediately: "Okay."

Yuko looked at it and intercepted the lantern again: "I want it."

Look at him late at night: "You are really fickle."

"Then I don't want it." After that, he plugged the lantern back to her and left.

Grimace at his back in the evening: "Uncle Yu, look at him, stingy."

Uncle Yu laughed: "The son is jealous."

"Jewelled?"

"The son likes you."

Late at night: "He doesn't like me, just a weird temper."

Uncle Yu laughed and continued to concentrate on eating his own sugar cane gourd.

After thinking for a while, I caught up with the handsome man and looked at him beside him. The fisherman who looked at him frowned and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Wan Dong smiled at night: "Do you like me?"

Yuzi sneered.

"Whether you like me or not, I ... like you, I like it very much." I said like it at night, but the expression was a bit ugly, with a touch of sadness.

He asked in a cold voice: "Is it painful to like me?"

"Yeah." There was no more to say at night. The redness on the street made the paleness of her heart paler.

On the other side of the lively street, there was a loud noise of gongs and drums, it turned out that a bride was married. The marrying team added to the already noisy streets and added a festive atmosphere to the festival.

The married long dragon came to them, and the fisherman walked to the side of the street, but he did not keep up. Seeing that the groom's official horse was about to hit her head-on, he frowned and pulled her back, slightly angry: "What are you thinking?"

Shake his head later.

He felt that she was not right and wanted to ask a few times, but did not ask.

At night, he vaguely heard someone out in the next room-that was the room where he stayed late.

He immediately opened the door, and at a glance saw her carrying a baggage in his hand, sneaking closed. He stared at her and asked, "Is gold and silver jewelry brought?"

Looking at him in the evening, he kept talking and said, "Yeah, I brought them all."

He stared at her for a long time, and backed away, slamming the door shut.

Until the footsteps went downstairs, he still stood behind the door.

It is annoyed, it is puzzled.

He is not bad for her, but she wants to go.

He stood at dawn and suddenly remembered something. When she left, the burden looked too light. He walked to the door of her room and pushed the door in. There were four or five boxes of jewelry on the table, all of which he gave her.

No anger, only puzzled.

Evening has gone a long way, thinking he could not find himself, who thought she just sat on the stone and rested her feet, blinked, and saw a shadow in front of her. She paused slightly, looked up and saw the man standing backlit, slightly startled.

"You ..." clinging to his baggage late at night, timid and loud, "you are not allowed to hit people."

He tensed his face and heard it, his face worse.

Later that evening he thought he was going to beat someone, but suddenly he saw him lean over and hugged her: "Go back."

"Where?"

He thought for a while: "Buy a big house."

The days of traveling by carp and living in no fixed place, he suddenly wanted to end.

"Late, we are married."

The person in the arms didn't answer, and the momentary hesitation made him hold her tighter.

"I don't ..." He paused late and said, "Okay."

The house has just been bought and is located in the suburbs, away from the hustle and bustle of the town.

The mansion is covered with red silk inside and outside, like peach blossoms.

There were no guests, only the bride and groom, and an uncle fish errand.

Everywhere is red, and even wearing a red coat on his body makes Yuko very uncomfortable. It's just that the bride is late, and it doesn't matter if everything is uncomfortable.

"First, take the bride in from the door, walk across the brazier, and then worship the world, the elders, the couple, and then ..."

Uncle Yu flipped the long book in his hand and felt dizzy when he looked at the number of gifts above. He continued to read it, and he saw this young master sneered: "Hypocritical, trouble, I entered the cave."

"..."

"If you go further, you should not listen to anything."

Uncle Yu sighed and walked outside the house while covering his ears: "With a bride, don't go home."

When he went away, Yuko stood for a while and straightened his clothes before going to the new house.

Although he didn't like red, he wanted to see that the evening he wore the wedding dress, it was his bride.

Thinking, my heart beats a little bit faster.

The more you go inside, the more nervous you are.

He sneered at himself again, nervous, not just to see the bride.

But still nervous.

When he got to the door, he was about to push the door in, but he closed his hand and changed it to knock on the door: "Late, I will come in."

The door was a little far from the bed, and the bride could not be seen. He walked in and waited to see the new bed, but he could not see the evening.

He paused slightly and suddenly felt something was wrong.

In this room, some people are chuckles, the house is full of evil spirits, it is sadness, it is anger.

His eyebrows were cold: "Come out."

Sharp rattles flooded the room, and a weasel raised his head, almost filling all four walls and lying on the whole beam.

"Fishman, your eyes, we accepted it."

"My bride, are you hiding?"

There is nothing strange about his eyes, but only the monster knows that it is a magic weapon comparable to Phoenix's blood and tears.

There is tens of thousands of years of spiritual power condensed there, and only one is enough to enhance the millennium cultivation of any monster.

Yugong said coldly: "Hand over the evening."

The weasel smiled ridiculously and suddenly rushed towards him, digging his eyes and eating his flesh and blood.

The whole family came over to capture his eyes, and when they attacked him, they were fierce and merciless.

Yuzi looked at it coldly, and the water in the room suddenly became a wall, blocking their attack. The water melts into cold needles and pierces the weasel pack.

The slow-moving monster was stabbed in the head with a needle, fell to the ground with pain, and roared loudly.

The new house I just bought has turned into hell.

This made him very upset, and disappeared later.

Somehow, it was not difficult to clean up these weasel monsters, and suddenly it became difficult. Every time he released the demon power, he felt his heart was stabbed with a needle, and his eyebrows were twisted straight.

Constantly there are monsters and beasts attacking, and every time they resist, it seems to cost him a lot of demon power.

The weasel demon repeatedly tried, but it was not really an attack. Seeing him gradually weak, he ordered the house weasel to attack him again. The fisherman could not avoid it and was hit back quickly.

Seeing that, the leader of the demon beast stretched out his claws to take his eyes, almost three inches away. Suddenly someone rushed out of the corner, grabbed the claws of the leader, and cried with tears: "Do n’t hurt him, I Please……"

"Late late?"

He wanted to pull her back, but he saw the monster's claws turn sharply, and he crossed the night's neck directly.

The blood splashed three feet like a red blood rain, spreading in his eyes.

He was stunned, unable to distinguish the red color on her body, whether it was blood or the original color of the wedding dress.

"Late night—"

Almost at the moment when he was stunned, the claw pierced into his eyes, a backhand hook, two eyes, and left with the claw, leaving only two **** blood holes.

The fish boy is out of sight, everything has become dark.

Xifeng and Qingyuan who peeped into the dream, followed the darkness, and could not see anything.

In the gloomy red new house, only the stern cry of Yuko's son kept ringing in his ears.