Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

When the gangster was free, Sa Yazi ran away. Although he has never read a book, he is the best teacher in life. He has already exercised his eyesight and knows who can provoke and who cannot provoke.

The two big people behind who looked like silly white sweets were the ones who couldn't afford to provoke them at all. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao's level is completely beyond the cognition of the gangsters, so they made a mistake in their judgment and kicked them on the iron plate.

He had never ran so fast in his life. As he ran, he looked back and saw that the road behind him was dark and silent, and there was no one at all. The **** finally breathed a sigh of relief, having run so far, those two people would not chase after him.

The **** stopped to wipe his sweat, turned his head, and almost hit the blade of the sword.

The **** was so frightened that he raised his head tremblingly and found that the fairy in white was standing in front of him, his eyes were as cold as the tip of his sword.

The **** didn't dare to move at all, his legs trembled, and instinctively wanted to kneel down: "Xianjun, I have given you everything, and I will never dare to do it again. I really don't have any money."

I haven't seen this fairy make a move just now, and the gangsters can't help being a little bit sloppy. It wasn't until Ling Qingxiao pointed at his throat at this moment that the bullies knew how big a mistake they had made.

These two people can't provoke more than they can't provoke at all. The **** had never seen the world beyond the first heaven, but at this moment he was inexplicably sure that the immortal monarch in front of him must come from the upper heaven.

The Nine Heavens Sword is thin and sharp, and its almost transparent tip looks very weak, but no one wants to try it. Ling Qingxiao held the sword in one hand, without shaking the tip of the sword, spreading his other hand, a red line appeared in his palm: "Where do these red lines come from?"

The **** looked down and saw the red line on Ling Qingxiao's palm, and was stunned: "Red line?"

Ling Qingxiao's sword approached, and the bully immediately cried and cried, "Sir, don't be impulsive, let me think about it, I can definitely think of it."

The **** rolled his eyes and thought for a long time, and finally found a few vague pictures from the corner of his memory: "This is what I picked up from the road when I went home a few days ago."

"Picked it up?" Another voice suddenly sounded in the dark alley. Luo Han didn't know when he appeared in the alley and asked: "It makes sense to pick up a red line on the road, but how can you pick up several identical ones?"

The bully hid the sword cautiously. He didn't even dare to speak loudly, for fear that his throat would be cut by the blade of the sword: "I played with a friend late that day. When I returned home, I saw a man hanging a red rope in the alley. Fairy. Fairy Jun may not know that this is a custom unique to our Jiuren City, regardless of gender. If you are intentional and embarrassed to confess to someone, you should tie a red rope at the door of their house during the Xuannv Festival. After sensing it, it will give marriage to the two people who pull the red thread and tie the red thread. Therefore, there is another competition in the city during the Xuannv Festival, and that is to compare who has the most red thread at the door..."

The boss said something similar in the evening, which shows that the gangster did not lie. Luo Han then asked: "What then?"

"Then I saw it. If he was tied to a person, it would be fine, but he tied to several stores along the way. I really didn't like it, so after he left, I took down all the red threads he tied... …I forgot about it afterwards, and I don’t know where the few red threads were stuffed by me. If it hadn’t been asked by Xianjun and Fairy, I wouldn’t remember it.”

After the **** finished speaking, he carefully probed: "Fairy, are there any problems with these red lines? I know I'm not very good at doing this, but if that person is not authentic first, how can he confess several girls at the same time?"

Luo Han was thoughtful. It turned out that he bumped into him accidentally. From the motives of both sides, this matter makes perfect sense. Besides, there is no need to lie to them.

There is a custom of tying a red line in Jiuren City. The red line at the door represents the relationship of the opposite sex. Regardless of whether the person tied to the red line intends to get married, he will not reject the opposite sex’s favor. Therefore, most of the red lines at the door will be tied to the hands of the owner. In this way, the person who tied the red line completed the selection process silently.

After this, the whereabouts of the people who tied the red line are completely controlled by the demons. These people will always leave the crowd and move on their own.

Luo Han believed 80% in her heart. She and Ling Qingxiao looked at each other, and Ling Qingxiao took away the sword with a bang. The **** suddenly regained his freedom, and the whole person couldn't respond: "This... is it all right?"

"Don't go in a hurry, there's one more thing." Luo Han stopped the bully who was trying to stray, and asked, "What does the Japanese redline guy look like, how tall and what is his body shape?"

The bully scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed. He thought hard for a while, and he said uncertainly: "Looking at the back, he is a man. He wears dark clothes. He is very strong. That's why I recognized him at a glance. As for his height and appearance... it was too dark at the time. , I can’t remember."

This was a few days ago, and the **** really has no impression. There is basically no effective information in this passage, but at least it can help Luo Han to confirm that most of the people who tie the red line are demons.

The physique is sturdy and sturdy, only the demons have such a body shape. Cultivating spiritual qi will make people become dexterous, so everyone in the fairy world, whether male or female, is slender and tall, and absorbing devil qi will become more and more irritable and irritable, and even the body will be transformed into a larger body by devil qi.

Luo Han knew it in his heart, and said to the bully: "Okay, you can go."

Unbelievable, he tentatively took two steps to the side. Seeing that Luo Han did not stop him, he ran away like a rabbit. Luo Han walked to Ling Qingxiao's side and asked, "Many people disappeared inexplicably in Yizhongtian. Could it be related to the demons?"

Ling Qingxiao shook his head: "There is too little key information to draw conclusions. However, we can focus on investigating the demons. Even if the demons use secret methods to cover up the demons, they will eventually be incompatible with the auras. The loopholes are not difficult to find. As long as we find the demons Clan, if you track down to their lair, you should be able to get the answer."

Luo Han felt that the plan was okay, and nodded: "Okay. It will be the Xuan Nv Festival soon. Since the demons have selected the objects through the red line, they will definitely do it again in the past few days."

"Don't be impatient, these things don't come in a hurry." Ye Feng Xiaoxiao, Ling Qingxiao straightened out Luo Han's broken hair, and said, "It's already late today. Let's go back to the inn first. The next thing is to consider the long-term."

Luo Han is completely unwilling to go shopping now, she nodded freely as she thought about what was on her mind.

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Three days later, the Xuan Nv Festival arrived. The Xuannv Festival is a grand event in Jiuren City, and the genius is bright, and the city is full of lively. Goulan dances on the street, the hotel restaurant set up a table of seasonal pastries, street shopkeepers loudly shout, take advantage of this last opportunity to sell red thread, letter paper, flowers and other things.

Luo Han walked on the street, feeling the long-lost fireworks, as if he had returned to the world. Although the Ten Thousand Monsters Festival in Daming City is also lively, but that kind of liveliness is more like a curious, every move of the monsters is obviously exotic, and the freshness is enough, but it is difficult to blend into it. But Jiuren City is different. Jiuren City has the habit of the mortal kingdom, but it is detached from the mortal world. It has the singularity and dazzling of the fairy world, but also has the firework and popularity that the heavens do not have. Walking in it, it is easy to be infected.

Luo Han followed the crowd and said with emotion: "It's really lively. No wonder people say that they read thousands of books, travel thousands of miles, and don't go outside to see and see, how can they know what the real heaven is?"

Ling Qingxiao felt the same way. In Zhongshan, what he saw was human indifference and the law of the jungle; in the Middle Ages, he saw blood killing and life like grass and mustards; and in Sanqingtian, it was a bright emperor's atmosphere, and power was supreme. Every side is a heaven, but it is not a complete heaven.

There are majesty and solemnity in the heavens, there are also commonplaces, there are too much forgiveness, and there are fireworks in the world. And outside the galaxy, there are the demon world, the demon world, the underworld... how big the world is, and how small an individual is. Only when you step out of the circle can you find that the sky is high and the water is wide, and there are many capable people. Looking back at the petty love, conspiracy and tricks that you have struggled with, they are actually very petty.

Only when you are frank and open in your heart can you continue to make progress. After a long time entanglement with trivialities and petty little profits, the eyes will become only that little bit.

Ling Qingxiao felt a breakthrough in his xinxing, and the Thunder Tribulation of Shang Xian who had been without a trace also felt faintly. Luo Han was pointing at the float in front to show Ling Qingxiao. After she finished speaking, she found that there was no reply from the people around her. Luo Han turned his head and saw Ling Qingxiao seem to feel his realm loosened, and even the aura around him was attracted by him.

What did Luo Han feel, stunned: "Your Shangxian Thunder Tribulation is about to arrive?"

"It's still far." Ling Qingxiao retracted his breath in an instant, and the aura around his body recovered as before, "It's just sensing the edge of the thunder tribulation, and it's still far from the real tribulation."

"This is scary enough," Luo Han said, "Everything is the most difficult at the beginning. If you take the first step, you are basically half done."

Luo Han didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Congratulations!"

The world of the great devil refused to accept the dictatorship, only Ling Qingxiao didn't want to, but he couldn't.

Ling Qingxiao laughed: "Congratulations? It's still far away."

Although Ling Qingxiao declined, but his eyes were relaxed, and the whole person was much more relaxed. He looks cold and has a cold temperament. He usually looks at him from thousands of miles away. At this moment, the ice around him has loosened a little, and his eyes are slightly smiling, as if spring back to the earth in an instant, the ice and snow melted, and the lethality was amazing.

The two of them stood on the side of the street, and a semi-circular clearing was naturally opened up beside them. The two were already conspicuous in appearance, but now Ling Qingxiao is smiling, they are getting more and more attention here, as if they are shining in the crowd.

The floats marched to the side of the street, and the people in the car playing the Xuannv Empress and the Fairy Maid saw Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han, and couldn't help but pay attention. The petals flew towards them like snow flakes. Luo Han took a step back subconsciously and just hit Ling Qingxiao's body. Ling Qingxiao reached out to support Luo Han, and when he raised his hand, the sky's petals were suspended in the air. The colorful petals quickly climbed up with frost, and fell to the ground under the influence of weight. No piece of it touched Luo Han.

Luo Han didn't expect that she would stand so close to Ling Qingxiao, let alone that Ling Qingxiao didn't hide, and she ran into him. Ling Qingxiao put one hand on her arm, and the other hand stopped in front of her, blocking the scattered petals for her. Behind Luo Han was Ling Qingxiao's solid and broad chest. The whole person was enveloped by his cold breath. The petals in front of him were frozen with ice crystals, reflecting a slight rainbow light in the sun, almost dazzling.

Luo Han lost consciousness for a moment. After she recovered, she asked, "Didn't you say that you don't like physical contact with others?"

"That's right." Ling Qingxiao retracted her hand, and her long sleeves naturally hung down, blending with Luo Han's skirt. "So you stand closer to me. There are many people here. If you stand far away, I might not have time to take care of you. ."

Ling Qingxiao didn't like to touch people or being touched, and she avoided others all the way, except for Luo Han.

Luo Han raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "What logic is this? You don't like to contact other people. Wouldn't it be more inconvenient for me to stand closer?"

"The logic doesn't make sense, then there is no need for logic." Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, and said lightly, "You are not someone else."

You are your own.

Luo Han did not answer, as if he had never heard it, but her eyes were full of smiles.

While talking, the float passed by, and the people onlookers chased the float, and a large area was immediately empty. Luo Han quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of this opportunity to retreat from Ling Qingxiao.

Just now, it was like she was standing in Ling Qingxiao's arms.

Ling Qingxiao also pretended not to know, everything must be done step by step, and this process must be patient. He is slowly testing the limits of Luo Han, and he is very satisfied with the result this time and can arrange the next step.

A middle-aged uncle on the street saw the two of them standing, and came over enthusiastically and said, "Why didn’t the two of you go to see the floats? That’s the annual Xuan Nv Festival, and I got the Xuan Nv’s petals. The next year Good luck."

Luo Han said: "There are too many people in front of us, we don't bother to join in the fun. Why didn't the uncle go?"

"I'm old, so I won't squeeze with the young people." The uncle said, "It's probably the first time for you to come to Jiuren City, right? The more you have, the better the luck. There are also flower branches and garlands. Whoever receives more will be more popular. There is a legend in Jiuren City. Long ago, when a man was on his way, he met a woman he liked on the road. He had nothing else in his hand to confess his heart, so he folded flowers from the side of the road and made a wreath for the other party. The flower represents gestation, and the ring represents consummation. The woman was moved by the man’s heart and agreed to his confession, the man Lang stopped on the spot, got married and had children, and gradually became Jiuren City."

This kind of legend is difficult to trace whether it is true or not, but who cares about the true or false of the custom, as long as it is lively, it can be passed on year after year. The uncle continued: "Because of this story, there is a saying in the city of Jiuren. Especially on the day of Xuan Nv Festival, if a man has someone he likes, he will give the woman a wreath. If the woman accepts it, it means she has agreed. This marriage. But now young people are too enthusiastic, as long as they see good-looking people on the road, they will give each other a wreath, which has long lost the traditional connotation."

Luo Han responded softly. No wonder when she avoided the petals just now, many people looked at her with strange eyes. It turned out that Jiuren City still had such a saying.

The uncle had just finished speaking, and a group of young people passed by. When they saw Luo Han, they whistled together. The tallest young man raised his arm and threw a wreath at Luo Han. What Luo Han wanted to say, the young people in Jiuren City were too unrestrained. Before she could finish her thoughts, the wreath fell from the sky and went around in a circle and threw it back into the hands of the tall young man.

As soon as the tall boy received something, he knew that this person could not be offended. He looked at Ling Qingxiao angrily, and finally led the little brothers away with a stinky face. When they reached the corner of the street, a few teenagers turned their heads and made faces and screamed strangely.

The uncle next to him gave a very obvious tut. Luo Han wanted to pretend to be calm, and he heard Ling Qingxiao say: "Don't take things of unknown origin."

Luo Han pressed his mouth hard and controlled the expression on his face. At this time, a young boy of twelve and thirteen passed by. The uncle saw him and quickly stopped him: "Boy, why haven't your flowers sold yet?"

When the boy saw the uncle, his eyebrows drooped obviously. The uncle saw that he was depressed, and he felt uncomfortable. The uncle sighed and said, "It's okay, take your time. Your grandmother, Jiren, has her own natural state and will be fine."

The boy nodded to the uncle, then ran away with his head down. Luo Han looked at the kid’s back and asked, "What's the matter?"

The uncle is an extrovert. He crackled when someone answered, "This child is pitiful. His parents died in an accident a few years ago. When he died, he was on the scene and locked up with the corpse for a long time. After he was rescued, he just cracked. He can't speak anymore. There is only one elderly grandmother left in his family. The grandmother earns money by doing manual work for people. The grandmother and grandson depend on each other for life, and the life is not rich. But who knows that misfortunes never come alone, his grandmother also fell ill a few days ago. He is a child who has no livelihood skills, so he can only sell flowers, but he can't talk to people. As you can imagine, the business is not good. It's been a long time, and not a single flower has been sold."

Luo Han sighed, Ling Qingxiao looked at the back of the little boy, and suddenly said to Luo Han, "You are here and wait a minute."

Before Luo Han could ask him what he was doing, he saw Ling Qingxiao walking towards the boy. Across the street, Luo Han saw Ling Qingxiao asking the child a few words. The child could only shook his head or nodded in response. Then, Ling Qingxiao picked a few plain and white flowers from the child's flower basket.

The child has a quiet personality. The flowers he picks are also plain and light in color, but they are cut very cleanly, and there are even drops of water on the branches. Ling Qingxiao held his fingers on the light green branches, making his skin jade. He looked up to the other side, as if observing the garlanding movement of the stall next door, only halfway through, he retracted his gaze and bowed his head to fold the flower branches into a bunch.

Luo Han didn't even see his movements, it seemed that a wreath was made in the blink of an eye.

Luo Han was shocked. Did Ling Qingxiao learn this on the spot? Before she recovered from the shock that Ling Qingxiao could actually do handicrafts, she saw Ling Qingxiao walk up to her, and when she raised her hand, she put something on her head.

Luo Han was taken aback and instinctively went to pick up the things on his head. Ling Qingxiao held Luo Han's hand and said, "Don't move, it's going to be crooked."

In fact, the wreath was not crooked at all, Ling Qingxiao quietly lowered her eyes to pay attention to Luo Han's expression by moving the wreath. He carefully observed Luo Han's every move, and after realizing that she did not reject her, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Very good, this step is successful and we can proceed to the next stage.

Ling Qingxiao's schedule advanced silently. He likes plain colors, and the flowers he chooses are all light. The green branches are twisted together with water drops, and the white flowers are dotted with them. They are light and elegant, noble and holy. It is very beautiful to take on Luo Han's hair.

Luo Han was uncomfortable all over. Ling Qingxiao said that the wreath was crooked, and Luo Han did not dare to move while adjusting the angle, and his upper body was stiff like wood: "I'm such an adult now. Wearing a wreath is not so good."

"Why is it not good?" Ling Qingxiao said, "Lu meets a beautiful woman and folds flowers as a gift. The one just now was too ugly, but this one is better."

Luo Han suddenly discovered that Ling Qingxiao was observing her. He has never been polite to others. In fact, his ability to observe emotions is particularly strong, and he is able to appreciate what the other person wants to hear and what he wants to say. It's not that he doesn't know how to say polite things, he just doesn't want to.

Luo Han was angry and deliberately said: "Didn't you say, don't take things from unknown sources?"

"They can't, mine is not. The origin is unknown." Seeing Luo Han's nervous expression, Ling Qingxiao smiled lightly and said, "When you meet a good-looking person, you have to send a garland to show your affection. We have to go to the countryside and do what the customs do. "

Now the young people in Jiuren City don't pay attention to them. But in the beginning, giving garlands had a specific meaning.

Ling Qingxiao's last phrase "going to the village as the customary" was a pun.

The boy hid in the corner and saw the fairy who had just bought flowers with him standing on the street, putting a wreath on another fairy, and pulling up her sideburns. The man is pure and precious, and the woman is icy and jade. The two stand side by side, looking beautiful like a picture scroll.

There was envy in the boy's eyes. He looked at it for a long time, until the two fairies on the opposite side had left, he reluctantly retracted his gaze and walked towards the back of the alley.

He walked through a long alley, and seeing that he was about to get home soon, suddenly his hands stretched out from the alley next to him, covering his mouth firmly. The child struggled instinctively, but he couldn't speak, and he was young and thin. After moving twice, he was stunned by the drug.

Before the child fell into a coma, he saw the world turned upside down, and his home was close in front of him, but out of reach. In the end, a pair of surprisingly **** boots stopped in front of him, becoming the last sight he saw.

When the child regained consciousness, he was awakened. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw how many boys and girls were crowded around, everyone was crying in a low voice. Looking further away, it is a cold iron cage.

Iron cage? The child woke up suddenly, where is this? Why is he locked in a cage? So many people are circled together, what does the other party want to do?

The child was frightened, and he didn't know if it was because of the drug, his mind was dizzy. In the confusion, there seemed to be a man's voice outside: "Master, the goods are inside."

goods? The boy was frightened. Before he had time to decide whether to pretend to be unconscious, the two talking men had already entered. The person called "The Lord" wears a mask and is wrapped tightly in a black cloak, with no physical appearance at all. The other person...

When the boy saw the man, his pupils tightened. He knows this man. Not long ago, this man bought flowers with him and inquired about his grandmother. Before leaving, he gave the child a red thread.

The boy didn't like the breath on the man's body inexplicably, so he didn't wear the red thread. Thinking of this, the boy turned his head and saw the men and women in the iron cage, either weak or reckless, sad or angry, but without exception, there was a red line hanging on his wrist.

The child knew that it was because of the red thread. Unexpectedly, the children bypassed the red line, but they were still targeted by these people.

When the person wearing the mask saw them, he did not hide his dissatisfaction in his tone: "How come this person?"

"My lord, many people have stopped going out at night recently, and the goods have become more and more difficult to catch. This batch of goods is less or less, but the quality is not worse than the previous few times. Please be aware of it."

"Fine." The masked person's voice was dull, as if something had changed his voice, "Take it away first, and then don't send it away. I'll wait for you."

The man seemed very happy, and immediately bowed and said, "Yes!"

As he said, he took out a gourd, and the black gas lingered on the gourd, which made people feel ominous when looking at it. The boy suddenly realized that he could not be sucked into the gourd, otherwise, he would not be able to escape at all.

The child was the last one to come in. At the moment the cage door opened, he was also the first person to be dragged out. The child struggled violently, and finally became anxious, and even opened his mouth and took a bite on the other's tiger's mouth.

The child exhausted all his strength, but the opponent's hand was as hard as iron, so hard that he could not bite at all. The man was unscathed, but was agitated by the child's behavior. He stretched out his hand and said: "The little fairy dared to bite me, I owe you to clean up!"

The man has a big waist and a round waist, while the boy is thin and weak, and his waist is not as thick as a man's arms. The man's hand was as big as a fan with his arms rounded backwards. If this slap falls, the child will have to kill at least half his life.

The people in the iron cage watched the slap fall, and many people couldn't bear to look anymore and closed their eyes. However, the expected applause did not come for a long time. Someone opened his eyes tentatively and found that the man just now fell to the ground, motionless, and not far away, half of his arm fell.

It was the hand he just wanted to slap the kid on.

The people in the iron cage stared at this scene blankly, and the boy sat on the ground also blankly, unable to react to what had happened.

At the same time, a loud noise suddenly came from the top of the head, dust fell from the roof rustling, and the light above suddenly brightened. The child covered his eyes and looked up. In the dazzling backlight, the two white figures almost merged with the halo.

"It turns out that I hid underground, so it's no wonder that I hid for so long."