The Demon in the Mirror

Xifeng got up and patted the dusty clothes, glanced at him, and said: "The Lord of the Spirit Palace who makes the black heart money does not take care of his own affairs, but asks me, this is not good."

Li Qianzhan stared at her and asked, "How can I not manage my own affairs?"

Xifeng chuckled: "There are monsters in this palace, and there are strange tunes, you haven't seen or heard? Instead of coming to control me, it's better to clean them up first."

"You are still like this. If you don't know anything, you will make vain remarks."

"Oh." Xifeng didn't want to reason with him. That gluttonous, that music may indeed have some hidden meaning, but she didn't want to speak in front of him at all. She looked at him disgustingly and said, "You better not investigate why I entered the palace. Don't disassemble me even if I find it out, otherwise I will tell you my relationship and make you numb ..."

"I didn't intend to investigate you." Li Qianqian said indifferently, "You think too much."

"..." The beaten west wind took a deep breath and forcibly smiled. "Yes, then our well water does not violate the river water."

In the calm palace, there were sounds of knocking gongs, and in half a palace.

Almost at the moment when the gong sounded, the already bright palace suddenly lit up more lights and illuminated every corner. Westwind didn't know what happened. Looking down, he heard Qian Qianzhan asking: "Is that dragon walking around in the palace?"

West wind pursed her lips before she told him to guess.

Li Qianqian continued to ask: "Do you know what this movement means?"

Xifeng couldn't stand the selling of others, he couldn't hold back and asked, "What?"

"It means there is an assassin in the palace." As soon as the end of Li Qianqian fell, I saw her pulling her legs and ran towards the direction of the Accord. She looked panicked and always unreliable.

Silent for a long time before a thousand battles, at this time the sound of the song re-started, faintly came from the banned court. He looked and listened there, the sound of the song was faint, with hidden worries.

The guards of the night watch had tracked down to this side. When they saw someone standing on the roof, they were about to drink. After seeing the face of the man, they immediately took their weapons and asked, "The lord of the palace, can anyone be found suspicious? "

Looking down at them from Qianzhan, they said, "No, I will continue to see if there are monsters in the palace. Go and catch people."

"Yes."

In the age of wickedness, the most majestic is not the king of a country, the most brave is not the general, but the demon catcher, especially the demon catcher from the Spirit Palace.

The masters of the ten kingdoms are all from the spiritual hall, and ninety percent of the world's master demon masters are also from the hall. The monarch is respectful and afraid of them.

Once a monarch of a kingdom abandoned the master of the Spirit Palace, and as a result the evil spirits invaded the chaos and the wild. Rao was the monarch who invited countless monks and people in the Xuanmen, all in vain. Finally, the monarch went to the Ling Temple in person, and begged them to shoot.

As soon as the man in the spirit hall arrived, the demon was wiped out. Since then, the people of this country have believed in the Hall of Spirits, and other countries have heard of this, and they have worshipped the people in the Hall of Spirits as guests.

And once every year, to invite the Lord of the Palace of Spirits to stay in the palace for inspection has become the most anticipated and most assured thing for the monarchs of the Ten Kingdoms.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Hall of Spirits has controlled the highest power in the world.

So Li Qianqian said to let the guards retreat, and they immediately left without staying.

The sound of the song is bleak, like the cool autumn wind, which makes people feel sad.

After a thousand battles, he slowly took his gaze back. I do n’t know why the west wind would appear here, and he was still wearing a palace dress.

The west wind ran anxiously into the house, fearing that the assassin was Qingyuan. She was not afraid of Qingyuan being discovered, but was afraid that in case of any disturbance, the palace thoroughly investigated and found her lover, and her identity would be exposed.

So now she had to go back to the house as soon as possible so that the guards would n’t check it out and find that she was not there.

She just jumped in from the window and saw Qingyuan sitting at the table drinking tea. She ran to the back of the door with her skirt and opened a door to see. There was no guard coming in, but the sound of their passing from the outside, she was I heard.

That's right, the girls who live in the Ting Accord are girls, and in the future they are all in the palace, and the guards are men. It is inconvenient to check the girls' residence.

Xifeng was relieved and returned to the table to pour tea, but the teapot was empty, leaving only half a cup in Qingyuan's hands. She reached out and grabbed her, drank on her neck, and quenched her thirst temporarily. Qingyuan had a meal: "I've tried this tea."

Xifeng threw his tongue at him: "I don't dislike you, so don't say anything."

"Oh ..." Of course he didn't dislike it, but he didn't expect Westwind to dislike it.

Xifeng remembered the assassin and was not sure whether it had anything to do with him. Fox asked: "Where did you go just now, did you hang around in the palace?"

"It's not big here, I've read it again." Qing Yuan said seriously, "Small than my Dragon Hall, and there are no more Dragon Hall in the room."

"... So you really shook it everywhere." Shaking it specifically and then stepping on someone's foot, the west wind smelled of vinegar again.

"I went to find something to eat, which is better than other places. Our dragons are really experts in picking food."

The west wind twitched his lips slightly, and stepped on it with a boast, it was a strange dragon. She hummed: "That's why she's not red at all," she said again. "The assassins are catching outside. It looks like they are catching you."

"Is it serious?"

"What about serious?"

"If it's serious, then I just have to do it twice, pull up the palace, and throw the dragon out. Anyway, I have done something wrong."

"... Wouldn't you deliberately reveal your whereabouts, would you excuse the eradication?"

Qingyuan looked away and denied: "No."

Xifeng looked like this: "You don't want to fight the Moon Palace, the Moon Kingdom will lose its emperor, the country will be in chaos, and the people will be displaced."

Qingyuan paused slightly and nodded, not mentioning it again.

"Since you were still in the palace, where did the song come from, and why some people can hear it, some people can't hear it, strange ..."

She muttered, Qingyuan asked: "That's the one, it sounds very sad, will you think about the music?"

"Yes!" Xifeng said, "but some eunuchs and good people can't hear it, so it seems that it is a monster in the deep palace, but I don't know what the monster is.

She wanted to tell him that she had seen Li Qianzhan just now, but she thought about it, but she didn't mention it. They have n’t seen it yet, and I do n’t know if it will happen.

"Boom, boom."

Westwind looked up at the door and warned: "Who?"

"Luo Liangren, it's time to bathe, and the slaves come to give you water."

"Wait." Xifeng immediately stooped and pulled Qingyuan towards the window, throwing him out. "Hurry on, someone will come in."

"I'm invisible, nobody can see it."

The West Wind had a meal, and if he was thrown outside, he might have to search the assassins again in the palace, and ... he was still in the palace after a thousand battles.

She didn't want the two to touch it at all.

"Then you must not speak out, stay here, and do not peep."

Qingyuan immediately squatted to look at her, except for a pair of eyes turning with her figure, his body was motionless.

The Gong people brought in water, filled the bath tub with water, and then said: "Please ask Luo Liang to bathe and change clothes. The father-in-law ordered that the masters and servants will get up early tomorrow and change clothes. After having used early food, practice etiquette in the front yard.

There was a faint response on the west wind, howling in my heart.

"In the day after tomorrow, your masters will go to Fangge to face the saint. The slave-servant wishes Luo Liang people to have a holy fate and be concubine."

Xifeng laughed twice, even if she complimented her no matter how much she praised her, do n’t think about it!

Qingyuan, who was still squatting on the ground, looked up, trying to hug the west wind and rob it out of the palace. But when I raised my eyes, I saw behind the white plum screen, the clothes fell lightly, the girl's smooth shadow lightly reflected on the screen, the blue silk hung down, lightly touched the waist, dangling on the two peaks, the wind blew, and the hair was blowing Light, like a paper-cut movie.

He was stunned and immediately turned his back, without looking at it. At this time there was a clatter of water in the ear, the sound of the girl entering the water. He covered his ears and was a little thirsty.

How can I be thirsty.

Obviously just drank a pot of tea.

"Wow ... Wow ..."

The sound of water was like a heat wave, like hot tea, pouring his heart bit by bit.

torment.

"Wow ... Wow ..."

Qingyuan stood up violently and left this room like a stove to find water to drink.

After about three minutes, the water will be cold, and the palace will let the water dry. Waiting for her to wear her clothes, she did n’t see her rewarding a copper plate, and glanced at each other, knowing that this is a stingy master, so she no longer compliments. Retired politely and indifferently.

As soon as they left, the west wind ran to the window, but Qingyuan was no longer there. She hummed, disobedient, and ran around, hoping not to be seen this time as an assassin.

She didn't wait until Qingyuan came back, and waited a while after she wringed out her wet hair, and her drowsiness gradually came to her. When she thought that Yin had to get up, she fell asleep.

"Call ... call ..."

In the wind, a one-eyed monster hurried by. Suddenly, a sudden burst of energy appeared, blocking its way. Before it could see who it was, it was pierced by a sharp arrow and nailed straight to the tree.

It wailed in pain, and the more it struggled, the more the wound was swallowed.

A white and tender young girl jumped in front of it, touched its hair, and suddenly rejected it: "You fur is not enough to make a pair of warm covers for my mother."

It called twice, begging her to let it go.

The little girl chuckled: "Did you? The useless demon, **** it."

She raised her hand to kill it, and suddenly someone reprimanded. When she looked back, she saw the mother bent over to hold her hand, and gently shook her head and said to her: "You have killed the thought again, the mother said, it is not allowed to kill the souls."

"Why not?"

The voice was clear and indifferent, with two points making fun.

When the little girl saw the person, she was happy and ran towards him.

When the man saw her running, he leaned over and picked her up and smiled, "This is the monster you caught? The more powerful, the little west wind."

"Because Master Ye teaches well." The little girl said again, "I want to make a pair of warm covers for my mother. Do you want Master Ye?"

"Okay." He smiled again. "But your mother doesn't allow it, so kill your mother, everyone who gets in trouble will kill him, you know?"

The little girl's face changed, and she suddenly saw the monster that had pierced her body and hung on the tree, becoming her mother. She was stunned, her heart was torn in an instant: "Mother--"

"Boom."

Suddenly the people on the tree disappeared, and they turned into a brightly blooming flower, layer by layer, and blossomed into a big red flower, dyed her cold dreams into red Warmth.

She cried and froze at once, her tears staying in her eyes, and then looking at the person holding her, she had become a young woman.

She was shocked again.

Qingyuan took her into her arms and said, "I'm not afraid."

Wherever he looked, there were blooming bouquets, which made people see no cold places.

She knew it was a dream. She had had a few nightmares for so many years. It was the first time, and the flowers were blooming twice, like someone, knowing her pain, eating her nightmare, and giving her back one. A dream that can never be obtained.

Tears fell softly from the corners of the eyes, if this is not a dream, then how good.

She sucked on her sour nose and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a demonish air in the air. She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw a round gray head resting on the top of the bed, eating something beautifully.

When she saw that she woke up, she dragged out the nightmare that hadn't had time to eat, and then quickly rolled along the bedpost beam.

I do n’t know how many times it slid into her house. The west wind shouted “stand still”, turned over to chase down, and before people chased out the door, I saw that Qingyuan did n’t know where to find more than a dozen teapots. On the table, drinking tea one by one. She stopped suddenly and said with air: "Qingyuan! You don't care if a monster climbs my bed!"

Qingyuan looked at her sideways: "It didn't do anything bad."

"Running and staring at me twice, is it the coveted beauty?"

Qingyuan nodded: "Well, you look good." With a blink of an eye, she saw her in pyjamas, her posture faintly visible, and when she thought again, she thought of her behind the screen.

"Boom." Qingyuan was lying on the table heavily, losing his strength. "Westwind ... you can find ten more water for me ..."

Xifeng saw that he lost his power as if he had met the banshee on the same day, and thought he saw the monster entering the house but did nothing. Under careful consideration, he must be certain that the gluttonous is different, and that if he is away from the war, regardless of the gluttony, it may be a thousand away The ghosts of warfare are used to harm Qingyuan.

She didn't feel well, and ran over to cover Qingyuan with a spiritual wall, and ran to chastise.

Between the talks, the glutton had already ran away, and when the west wind caught up with the roof, he saw that his round head was bouncing fast on the golden tiles, like a round bead, bouncing around.

Xifeng wanted to catch it wholeheartedly, to see if it was a demon like a banshee, fearing it would hurt Qingyuan.

Although it doesn't feel like it.

She followed closely, and the head ran quickly, and suddenly saw it hit the cornice and rolled down directly from the roof.

"..." So stupid, if it could really restrain Qingyuan's demon, then Qingyuan would have no face!

Westwind suddenly lost his voice, chased down to the roof and flew down, but there was no trace of gluttony.

The garden here is full of flowers, flowers, and grass as elsewhere, but unlike the peony rose planted in the other courtyard, the flowers planted here are not named flowers.

It looks more like wildflowers.

The court people who always pay attention to royal dignity, will actually plant these wildflowers and weeds?

Although it is a wildflower, in this quiet night, it has a unique sense of tranquility, showing stubbornness for no reason.

It seemed that the closed wooden door was gently opened from the inside, and the west wind looked up at the open door. There was a slim figure, standing at the door and facing her far away.

"who are you?"