The confident Liu Xilou was angry. It was a little bit worse than Leng Qingchan, but it couldn't be like this either.

Then I saw the woman in red reaching out and smearing her face.

A snow-white and delicate face was held in the hand, with a bright red dress and blood on her face, the woman walked towards Leng Qingchan.

The tea cup in Liu Xilou's hand fell to the ground and shattered, and the tea flowed out like blood.

With both hands in the air, Liu Xilou screamed at the rosewood chair, and then Leng Qingchan.

The woman in red smiled and walked towards Leng Qingchan, but what Liu Xilou saw was the scene of the woman's muscles twitching and blood flowing drop by drop.

My body was spasm and I wanted to run out, but my legs were soft and I didn't feel any stress.

The mountain wind is howling.

A figure appeared in the forest in the southwest of the house.

Two gray-clothed embroidered guards and one white-clothed warlock had a serious expression.

He came after the flying sedan chair, and walked around and returned when he walked through the mountains and forests in front of him.

Gray clothes embroidered bathroom rings in their hands, looking at the white clothes.

"Ghost hits the wall"

The white-clothed warlock took out a yellow talisman and muttered it. There was a golden light flowing. The yellow talisman flew into the air and then drifted out like a force that was pulled.

"Follow the talisman", the warlock spoke.

The woman in red who was walking towards Leng Qingchan in the room with lights stopped.

With a touch of his hand, the woman's face, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, covered her originally bloody facial features, but she did not look like before.

Stepping, the woman in red came out of the house and looked towards the mountains.

He picked up a red lantern hanging in the corridor column, and the woman walked slowly, and a row of lanterns hanging under the eaves followed.

Liu Xilou staggered up and said, "Let's go."

Holding Leng Qingchan's hand.

Leng Qingchan was unmoved as if she was lost. Liu Xilou stomped her feet and ran out.

When I arrived at the door, I suddenly stopped and retreated step by step.

A woman with a maid standing in the yard, with long black hair tied to the back of her head and tied her hair bun, her facial features were like patched linen cloth, and her left hand was dry and without flesh and blood.

"Where are you going? Madam is going to give me your skin. Look at me. Her skin is rough and she is leaking everywhere. She dares not see anyone. What should I do if you leave?"

The maid moved forward step by step, Liu Xilou retreated step by step, stepping on the blood tea on the ground, and the man fell down.

The maid felt distressed: "Let's just take a quick look, and you'll get rid of your skin."

In a daze, the remaining thoughts supported Liu Xilou to take out a silk parcel.

The gray clothes and white clothes walked through the mountains and forests, and the terrain was downward. The barrier-breaking talisman that led the way flew in the air one meter above the ground. The three of them stopped.

A woman in red was standing on the path with a lantern.

The small path of sheep intestines, the trees on both sides are sparse, and there are no high branches to rely on. Countless lanterns float in the distant evening breeze.

The Imperial Heavenly Prison warrior was cage in his long sleeves, pinching yellow talismans with his left and right fingers, and two gray-clothed embroidered guards leaned toward the warrior.

"Aggressive ghost, it's very tricky," the warlock whispered.

"Can you fight?"

"cannot"

The woman in red wearing a lantern looked impatient.

"Hey, hurry up, I've made an appointment!"

Two gray-clothed embroidered guards had no expression on their faces, one left and the other right separated to form a font-shaped attack array.

The warlock clamping sword technique was used, and two streams of lights were broken through the air with talismans toward the woman in red. The embroidered guards in the left and right clothes made a knife at the same time, and the sword light spread out with a silence.

The next moment, the three of them flew back and retreated from different directions at the same time.

On the other side of the forest, four big men and the butler did not occupy any ground, and people flew against the ground.

Ning Changan, who had closed his eyes and repeatedly recalled "One-word Sword Technique", opened his eyes and sighed.

"I am worthy of being the sedan chair owner of a wealthy family. I walk so smoothly without any slight bumps."

However, Ning Chang'an seemed to hear the continuous sound of collision and its short and painful sound.

"What sound!"

"It's the mansion guard who practices martial arts. The family is big and the business is big, and the troubles are not happening," said the manager outside the sedan.

Ning Chang'an highly recognizes the words of in charge of affairs.

The wind rises at the end of the green duckweed, and prevents problems before they happen. Isn’t that what I am like?

There is a sound of a guard practicing martial arts in the hospital, indicating that he is about to arrive.

In view of the high price of five taels of silver ingots, Ning Chang'an tidied up his clothes and adjusted his condition.

This is a big customer, you need to leave a good impression and maintain a relationship when necessary.

With his right hand slightly raised the curtain of the car, Ning Chang'an saw the big red lantern fluttering in the wind on his left side of his sight.

“Many lanterns”

"It's all for Brother Ning to take care of the way."

Ning Chang'an was moved.

It is regular and reasonable to be rich and noble, with excellent family traditions, excellent education, and outstanding qualities.

The sedan chair entered the courtyard and landed on the ground. The housekeeper lifted the hanging curtain. Ning Chang'an bent over, carried the wooden box in his left hand and the sword in his right hand.

The mansion that comes into view is green with lush ancient trees, with buildings surrounding the rockery, the pavilions are undulating, the rockery is surrounded by water, vines are hung, rockery, and pavilions are blended into one. The corridor is winding, with virtual windows on both sides of the main hall in front, and the faint lights come out from the window and sprinkle on the ground.

The fragrances fall and the beauty is alone, occupying all the charm towards the small garden. The sparse shadows slant across the water, and the faint fragrance floats at dusk. It is probably such a beautiful scenery.

Ning Changan suddenly felt that the five-liang silver ingots were missing, and he wondered if he would have some rewards if he performed.

The housekeeper led the way, Ning Chang'an entered the main hall.

The rosewood tables and chairs, and the white walls are hung with long paintings of ink and smoke.

The Bogu Shelf is decorated with exquisite porcelain.

Eye-opening.

There is no one in the hall, and the housekeeper said: "Brother Ning wait, wife is dressing up"

Ning Changan nodded, "I want to dress up."

The maid serves tea, Ning Chang'an sits on the rosewood chair.

Pastel porcelain cup, bright red tea.

Ning Chang'an's hand that had originally reached for the tea cup paused.

The housekeeper smiled: "This is the big red robe that the wife carefully prepared for Ning Ge'er."

Ning Changan said "Huh" in his heart, "Is Dahongpao this color?"

When I picked up the teacup, Ning Chang'an smelled a faint fragrance from his nose.

Very familiar! It’s just the fragrance on the handkerchief on the Liuxi Tower of Jilou.

When I passed by Jilou during the sun, I threw silk squids twice on Liuxilou, which tasted this.

Following the source of the fragrance, Ning Chang'an saw the silk handkerchief held by the maid in his hand.

The corner of the silk scutellar is clearly embroidered with the word "williao".

"Is Liu Xilou here too?" Ning Chang'an thought.

He looked at the maid.

Her eyebrows and eyes are pretty, but Ning Changan feels his eyes a little dull, just like... like the Taoist paper man beauty and black beauty that the old Taoist gave him.

The maid's eyes met Ning Chang'an, laughed playfully, and walked out.

Ning Chang'an is good at painting and is used to controlling the subtle changes in expression. He feels that the maid's seemingly ostentatious smile is permeated with strangeness.

Smile but not smile!

I felt uneasy.

Following the maid's back, Ning Chang'an saw the hazy mountain in the distance.

"The mountains are low and low around the Shili Slope, and there is no such peak that can reach the sky like a sword and halberd."

After retracting his eyes, Ning Chang'an Yu Guang looked at the butler.

Still a kind-hearted look.

"The guards won't practice martial arts anymore," Ning Chang'an asked.
To be continued...