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Spend a full moon
Mei Xueyi followed the Huanglian old woman and killed the courtyard where the little concubine lived.
She raised her left hand lazily all the way, stroking the surrounding objects-the touch of the window paper, the dust on it, the fallen wood thorns on the window mullions, the spider silk in the gaps between the corner stone pillars...
There was also the sound of cleaning up pots and pans and cleaning up the leftovers of the wedding banquet from the outer courtyard.
Everything is extremely realistic.
As an ordinary person, he has long been unable to distinguish between reality and illusion as usual dreams, and is completely trapped in an illusion.
Not to mention this fantasy scene is specially designed for the mind. On the wedding night, the husband slept in the concubine’s yard? It was a woman who had to blow up the vinegar barrel.
When she came to the corner door of the courtyard, the old woman with a yellow face raised her fist to smash the delicate thin wooden door, but Mei Xueyi raised her hand to stop it: "Don't."
"Miss!" The old woman was heartbroken, and she spit wildly. "My aunt is so bullying, you can't be a soft bun and let others take care of it! If you swallow this breath today, you will definitely suffer a big loss in the future!"
Mei Xueyi moved her eyelids: "Isn't knocking on the door to give the dog and the man time to prepare?"
She picked up the big red robe, stepped forward and kicked over the small wooden door.
Yellow face old woman: "..."
"You are waiting outside." Mei Xueyi glanced at her and stepped into the courtyard with the door.
With a ‘crack’ under feet, stepped on the embossed wooden flower on the edge of the frame.
Good thing, the courtyard where the concubine lives, even the door frame is so hard.
Mei Xueyi curled her lips and looked around.
I saw that the courtyard was beautiful and elegant, everything was exquisite, and the smell of new lacquer could still be vaguely smelled.
The red candle reflected the two figures on the window paper, expressing love for her concubine, and there was a concentric knot hanging above the silhouette.
These two... are drinking together.
The man is tall, with the arc of his profile reflected on the window paper, not as handsome as a mortal.
Mei Xueyi's eyes swept away, and she saw that there were double lotus in the water tank in the courtyard, and the cross-necked finches lying in the wooden cage under the porch.
It's really a good pair.
Mei Xueyi laughed lightly, walked across the courtyard a few steps, stepped onto the stone steps, raised his sleeves, and slammed open the carved wooden door.
The two in the room were startled, and the delicate woman hid in the man's arms with a bang, only showing a pair of pitiful eyes.
"Bold!" The man turned his head and scolded.
Seeing who came, his face was a little guilty, but his hands subconsciously hugged Mei Jiao Niang in his arms.
Mei Xueyi glanced intently, and it was really Wei Jinzhao's face. She had never seen him wearing red. She thought he was not suitable for wearing red, but she didn't expect him to look so good. The red color hides the sickness, looks handsome and upright, which makes people throbbing.
He squinted his eyes slightly, raised his chin, and took the lead: "On the wedding night, you don't want to stay in your new house, but come here to make trouble!"
Mei Xueyi slowly approached: "What am I doing?"
He stared at her condescendingly: "Jiao'er is sick, I just came to take a look, and I will go back soon. Look at what you are doing? Take off your hijab and run around? Did you do this for a bride? Since you are so unruly, then I won't go back tonight. You asked for this, if you want to blame, blame yourself!"
Suddenly, Mei Xueyi walked towards him step by step, muttering to herself: "It's so beautiful. Even if it's an affectionate look, it's still so beautiful."
The man couldn't hear what she was talking about and frowned, "If I know I'm wrong, I will go back honestly. If I am in a good mood, I might visit you in the middle of the night."
The little concubine in her arms pushed him weakly: "Wei Lang, go home with Madam, Jiao Er is fine, now her head no longer hurts. Wei Lang must not make Madam angry for me, otherwise I really want to die. I have all my heart."
"Then you go to die." Mei Xueyi waved, "Go now, don't wait for me to do it."
Concubine: "..."
"You!" The man opened his eyes angrily, "What did you say?! Do you dare to say it again."
Mei Xueyi took a step closer, with a sweet smile on her face, exhaling softly, like a ghost whispering: "She said she wants to die, can't you hear me?"
he:"……"
After a long while, he stumbled in despair: "You, you jealous woman, shrew!"
Mei Xueyi raised her eyebrows: "I really don't understand me."
"Heh..." He pointed to her, "You dare to say you are not? Do you listen to what you just said, is it fair! Do you still know what a woman's virtue is? Whose grandmother is like you!"
"It's just a jealous woman and a vixen? You think of me too kindly." Mei Xueyi has already attached to his side, "Whoever touches my things will die. Why did you steal this face? Use what I like. Staring at other women, using the mouth I like to talk to others...what should I do with you! You teach me."
In a gentle, satiny tone, he laughed as he talked.
"What do you want to do?" The man's pupils shrank, and he protected the concubine in his arms behind him.
"Wei Lang, Madam looks terrible!" The weak and poor woman aroused all men's desire for protection.
"Crazy woman! Get out of me!"
The man raised his hand and slapped Mei Xueyi with a slap.
The strong wind hit, Mei Xueyi smiled, raised a slender hand from the red sleeve, and easily pinched the man's wrist.
"Although Wei Jinzhao is unclearly ill, he will only be nice to me and won't hurt me a bit-whatever, dare to pretend to be him."
While sighing, Mei Xueyi opened her mouth and bit down on this person's wrist.
When creating the illusion, the nightmare probably never expected that someone would open his mouth and eat his husband.
The man was completely stunned, dropped his face exactly like Wei Jinzhao, and stared at Mei Xueyi blankly.
Mei Xueyi bit down and knew that this was the broken soul power stored after being swallowed by the nightmare.
The master of this group of spirit power must have made a custom-made thing about petting his concubine and destroying his wife before his life.
Mei Xueyi feasted. The soul power entrance was cold and loose, like a very dense cloud. However, its appearance is still the "Wei Jinchao" wearing a bright red suit, which makes the engulfing scene look unspeakably horrible.
After swallowing the small half of the soul power, the little concubine standing aside finally let out a heart-piercing howl.
"Don't panic, it will be your turn soon." Mei Xueyi comforted, "Save some effort, it's convenient for you and me."
Concubine: "..."
The candle wick made a'crack' sound several times, and the figure reflected on the window paper swayed from side to side.
After a stick of incense, the energetic Mei Xueyi strode out of the courtyard.
She secretly thought: This illusion uses ‘husband’ and ‘little concubine’ as traps, and the purpose is to make the victim fall into the pain of being betrayed by his lover, unable to extricate himself from it. In the constant wear and tear, the spirit is getting more and more trance, and the mind is lost, the nightmare can suck the victim's soul power bit by bit.
The yellow-faced old woman who was guarding outside the corner gate hurriedly greeted him: "Miss! Did my uncle refuse to come out with you? Oh, goddamn it, you have no conscience..."
Mei Xueyi pursed her lips and smiled, raising her foot to walk outside the courtyard.
Wei Jinzhao is not here, where will he be? He may not be able to tell if this is a fantasy, maybe he is hugging his little wife...
As the thoughts turned, Mei Xueyi slowly narrowed her eyes and grinds her teeth.
As soon as he walked half of the corridor, a burnt smell came on his face.
Mei Xueyi's footsteps paused slightly: "What's the smell?"
He turned his head to look, but saw that the yellow-faced old woman who had been following behind had disappeared. There were some messy human voices from time to time outside the wall, and it was suddenly silent at this moment.
Thick smoke suddenly turned out from the direction of the wedding room, and between two or three breaths, the field of vision became gray.
Under the smoke and dust, the flames gradually became ferocious.
It's on fire.
Nightmare discovered that something was wrong with this place, so he started to remove the threat.
The air has become hot and dry, and across a row of houses, you can already feel the raging heat waves.
Seeing that tongue of fire spread rapidly, it licked the roof in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and was about to climb over.
Mei Xueyi picked up the hem of her skirt and rushed to the courtyard.
The whole mansion was empty, and no one was visible.
Everything around is still very lifelike. In the lobby, a table of banquets has only leftovers. Small plates are stacked on top of the big plates, piles upon piles, lying high at the table, preparing to move away, the swill bucket under the table is already It was half full, and the leftover food mixed with a sour smell that couldn't tell whether it was fragrant or smelly.
The hall was littered with firecracker scraps, and when stepped on it, found some intact dumb firecrackers wrapped in the scraps of paper.
As soon as she ran out of the courtyard, she saw the increasingly fierce fire rumbling up the lobby. In a flash, the wide black wooden beams smashed down with a'crackling' sound, crushing the whole hall of cold dishes.
Looking at this devouring fire, Mei Xueyi clearly realized that he was not the opponent of Nightmare at this moment.
She needs more soul power.
When he turned his head, he saw that after the lobby was burned down, the dragon's head roared and rushed towards the courtyard on the west side-the nightmare was looking for her!
Mei Xueyi covered her mouth and nose and quickly walked through the front hall under the promenade, bypassing the wall, and came to the gate.
When lifted the iron door bolt, heard a loud bang.
Mei Xueyi's heart sank, and her gaze fell to the bolt hole of the door bolt. There was a big brass lock hanging there, which was tightly fastened, and the key was not known where.
She was trapped in this burning compound.
The smoke became thicker and thicker, and the courtyard on the west side was quickly burned by the fire dragon. The thick smoke was accompanied by the raging fire, winding along the wooden corridor to outflank it. There are ‘rumbles’ of house dumping everywhere, and the air is gradually covered with sparks and dust.
Can't drag anymore!
Mei Xueyi looked around quickly, and saw dry firewood piled up in the corner on the left, layered on top of each other half the height of the wall.
The soul body is used in the illusion, which is much better than the delicate and feeble body, plus the upper part has swallowed two chaotic soul power, and it should not be difficult to turn over half of the wall.
Mei Xueyi stepped back, rushed to the outer wall, rushed to the woodpile with force with both feet, and then stepped on the wall and sprinted upwards obliquely.
Thousands of years of fighting skills are still engraved in her soul, she lifted her breath, borrowed strength with ingenuity, and jumped up.
Seeing one more step, you can reach the top of the wall with your hands!
At this moment, only a loud bang came from the wall, and the whole wall shook violently, causing Mei Xueyi to fall.
The pile of wood piled under the wall was also scattered.
She fell into the woodpile lightly, and the dust accumulated over the years soared into the air, wrapping her upright, as if she had fallen into the ashes of a stove.
Mei Xueyi: "!"
She hadn't recovered yet, yet another violent tremor caused her to roll a few times in the woodpile, and her head became ashamed and choked into a trance.
"boom"
Suddenly the two iron gates were rushed off and hit the wall directly, blasting the huge rock out several palm-wide cracks.
Mei Xueyi looked at the door in amazement.
The sky filled the fire shining on the empty gate, Wei Jinchao was dressed in a happy suit, his brows were closed, and he stepped in.
The cold face Pang Junmei forced people, like a god descending into the world.
Carrying smoke and fire on his back, he hurried to her front: "Queen, forgive me for being late."
Big Grey Man Mei Xueyi: "...No, it's just right."
She knew for the first time that she could be so yin and yang.