Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 632 Peach Blossom Umbrella Wakes Up

This made Song Xueyi and Lingjiu think of a way to take advantage of the loophole.

The memory of Song Xueyi is induced by using other people's memory as the medium.

For example, when thinking of Li Tianan from the corpse refining technique, he would think of the Li family, and Song Xueyi would be there when he remembered the Li family.

A little bit of memory accumulation, a little bit of shadow cohesion, will one day be truly full.

Lingjiu clenched his hand tightly, raised her head and noticed a trace of anticipation in Song Xueyi's eyes, "I think of some impressions."

This was the biggest reward for Song Xueyi, his smile spread from the corner of his mouth to his eyes.

"Back off, back off, back off quickly!" There was a sudden noise.

Song Xueyi didn't wait for anyone to squeeze over, and as soon as she turned around, she protected Lingjiu, occupying a position where no one was around.

"Dong dong dong."

The festive sound of gongs and drums rang from far to near.

Lingjiu looked towards the sound, and saw a group of people in wedding clothes approaching on the spacious road.

At a glance, this group of men and women in wedding clothes are not weak in cultivation, and the lowest ones are also in the spiritual state.

This team looks similar to the form of mortal marriage, but if you look closely, you can find the difference, whether it is the flower petals that are automatically floating in mid-air, or Zhang Yang who is flying in mid-air while carrying a sedan chair.

The reason why the people on the street shouted and refused was to make way for this wedding team.

"Whose family got married and passed through Tianbei City?" Lingjiu heard someone from the side ask.

The person who answered was not far away, "It's the marriage of Immortal Zixiao's daughter, Fairy Miaoyin."

"Wow! To be able to win the title of Immortal Monarch, one must have the cultivation of the Derivative Realm, and it is Zixiao Immortal Monarch! I heard that Fairy Miaoyin has the true biography of the Immortal Monarch. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. , the most beautiful thing is that she is so beautiful!" The man looked intoxicated as he spoke, and when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly asked: "Which young talent married her, and he could become a fairy with her?" Couple? What a blessing!"

"You don't know, how can I know."

The conversation between the two of them was mostly amazed, Lingjiu didn't listen any more.

She pulled La Song Xueyi, "Let's go."

She is not interested in other people's marriage at all.

Song Xueyi nodded.

When they turned around and were about to leave, a sudden change happened.

The red petals fluttering all over the sky are more colorful and more seductive, and the sweet smell like blood floats in the air, without any fishy smell, which can make people addicted.

Lingjiu's footsteps paused: there is a demonic aura.

"It seems... something is wrong?" The male cultivator who was still exclaiming that Fairy Miaoyin was amazingly talented before said hesitantly.

In fact, he was not the only one who discovered it, everyone present felt that the atmosphere was not right.

This kind of ailment did not appear on the surface, but it made people feel inexplicable uneasiness in their hearts.

The footsteps of the wedding team also slowed down a lot, and their expressions showed caution.

"Who is doing the trick?" The leader of the wedding team sat on the back of a creature with two heads that looked like a wolf or a tiger, looking at the sky ahead like lightning, and scolded in a cold voice.

The band also stopped playing music at once, and the surrounding crowd also stopped making noise.

brush--

The fragrance is striking and comes with the wind.

Lingjiu felt that the petals flashed by in front of her eyes, and a person appeared in front of her.

This person was covered in a red cloak and robe, with a large piece of bright red peonies printed on the robe, so lifelike that it would bloom more beautifully and more movingly at any time.

This person is a little familiar.

Lingjiu thought to himself.

Since she was sure that she really lost some memories, she would not doubt anything but think deeply when she looked at anything she felt familiar with.

"The flower burial man!" Yu Bilun, the leader of the wedding team, recognized the identity of the person in front of him. "what do you mean?"

The flower burial man slowly stretched out his hand, and the petals fluttering in the air stopped.

"It's really enviable." His voice was soft, as if he was sighing, and he didn't expect anyone to answer his words, "Look at this marriage, it's known to everyone, and it's swaggering through every city and faction. "

Yu Bilun said: "If the flower burial person wants to come to congratulate, we will definitely meet you when we arrive at the Xianjun's mansion. Please make way at this time."

"Hahaha." Laughter came out from the hat of the cloak, low and hoarse and unmistakable.

In fact, no one knew whether the flower buryer was a man or a woman, but they all thought he was a man just because of his ruthless demeanor.

"Congratulations? Want me to congratulate Mo Yunxiao's daughter?" The burial man seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke, and his black cloak was flapping with his laughter, "Wrong, I just wanted to make him suffer. .”

After one sentence fell, it was too late when Yu Bilun felt something was wrong.

The petals all over the sky turned into terrifying sharp blades and shot towards the sedan chair.

In an instant, the exquisite sedan chair was torn apart, and a figure in a red wedding robe floated out of it.

The woman in red is not wearing a curtain on her head, so that people can see her appearance clearly - white and black skin, thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, beautiful nose and red lips, cinnabar pattern on her forehead, and a golden phoenix holding a jade curtain hairpin on her head. The color is heavenly and fragrant, and the appearance is unsurpassed.

She looked up at the flower burial man, and her voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate, worthy of her reputation: "Flower burial man, you retreat at this time, I will forgive you for your disrespect."

When the bystanders heard her words, many voices rang out, apparently on her side.

Lingjiu asked Song Xueyi in a low voice: "Have I seen her?"

Song Xueyi was silent for a second, then nodded: "Yes."

Lingjiu noticed his strangeness, and guessed: "I have a grudge against her?"

"No." That level is not considered hatred, it's just...

Although Song Xueyi's expression was not obvious, Lingjiu could still see that he seemed a little conflicted.

Just as Song Xueyi knew Lingjiu, Lingjiu also found that she was very sensitive to his emotional changes as the two got along.

"If it has nothing to do with you, don't say what you don't want to say." Lingjiu smiled.

She became so considerate, which made Song Xueyi's gaze softer.

He looked up at the flower burial man, who really had nothing to do with him, but had a lot to do with another person.

After Qin Yan and the flower funeral man left, they didn't show up in front of people for four full years, and they never heard of him, and they don't know what the situation is.

Compared with Jiang Wumei and others, Song Xueyi didn't care much, but Qin Yan made him helpless.

Who made the relationship between the other party and Jiu'er is very good, the only friend recognized by Jiu'er.

Song Xueyi lowered his eyes slightly, knowing that he was narrow-minded, but it was about Jiu'er, he never admitted that he was a generous person.

At this time, the central street has changed again.

(End of this chapter)