Ostentatious Zhao Yao Chapter 12:

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I looked at Mo Qing in silence for a long time.

Countless thoughts flashed through my heart. How long has he stayed in this library? Watching me come up? Or did you come here until I came? Apart from reading this story, I shouldn't have any other words that I couldn't help but mutter, right?

No matter what, the appearance of the clown staring at people nowadays is no longer something that can be fooled by ordinary means.

So I planned to use some extraordinary methods to show off my extraordinary acting skills. Holding the appearance of Li Zhiyan in the day, I took a weak breath: "Ah, the door... the doormaster." Pretending to be taken aback, "When did you come?"

Like an illusion, the dark blue eyebrows moved slightly. After a while, he looked away, swept around the bookshelf, and asked me in a flat tone: "Is there a follow-up to the story of borrowing a corpse to resurrection? Continue reading."

I read the book: "There is no follow-up." I sighed, "Looking through a lot, they all record some endless weird stories, but there is no way to recruit ghosts. I want to come to this world of ghosts and gods. It’s true and illusory."

After I said this, I took a look at Mo Qing, and saw him looking at a book on the shelf, saying indifferently:

"If the things of ghosts and gods are illusory, it is useless for me to keep you..."

"Ouch." I don’t think I can play anymore. Zhiyan’s temperament is too different from mine. I can’t imagine her courage. Under such threats, she can do anything other than crying. So he had no choice but to do it himself. I looked at Mo Qing with a crooked eyebrow, "Master, you can really be joking. There are so many books here, it can be seen that there are still a lot of people who hit ghosts in history. I guess all of them are out of the ten, but everyone can't see and touch. No more. I'll look for something else."

I stood up and immediately left Mo Qing's sight.

Even if I know that in this library, no matter where it is, Mo Qing can see it as long as he wants to see it.

But I can't see him, so I feel a lot more relaxed.

They all complain that Zhiyan's useless body needs to be a little more capable. With the skill of the Beishan Lord, I can get Mo Qing down tonight!

I hid in the corner and picked up a book to cover it. Covering it, I suddenly felt that I am really boring to live now. I want money and money, I want to kill Mo Qing, but I'm so wronged.

I spent such a great effort to recover my soul from the corpse, but I didn't want to live so uselessly!

Dodge does not solve the problem. I want to face the difficulties, and I use my current body to seduce Mo Qing, so that he likes this body so much that even if he knows that the road is living inside, he dare not move! This is the best way.

If I can’t reach that level and Mo Qing finds that I’m being swaggered by Lu, then I’ll fight with him. This time, she can drag Zhiyan on her back! no big deal!

My heart was full, and I walked over from behind the bookshelves, but seeing that Mo Qing was between the two bookshelves at this time, I also took a book and looked at it at will. With a smile, I walked over slowly: "Is the master also interested in these books?"

"Hmm." He turned to look at me, "I want to find her more than anyone else."

Huh, I knew it.

I approached Mo Qing calmly on my face, staring straight at a book on his shoulder behind him: "Oh, this book is so thick, it looks like it contains some records." As he said, he approached Mo Qing and stood in front of him, with his palms against the contours of his ears, and stretched out.

Mo Qing raised his eyes and stared at me standing in front of him.

Zhi Yan's body is half a head shorter than Mo Qing. I stretched my hand from his shoulder to the position close to my ear, as if to hug his neck, the posture... ambiguous and sultry.

I grabbed the thick book on the shelf, and the book was stuck tightly on it. I was happy in my heart. It just needs to be stuck so tightly! But my happiness can only be pressed in my heart, but my face is annoyed and pouted and helpless: "Why can't I get it out." I took the book hard, but my arm was gently rubbing against Mo Qing's ear.

If there is a seemingly non-existent touch, gently touch his slightly cold pinna. I don't know what he thinks, anyway, my arm is a little itchy.

Mo Qing didn't move, so I thought I was successful in seduce.

My purpose is to touch, touch, and get in close contact, and then let him fall in love with this body.

The boring words of the folk always make the heroine look sad and say, it turns out that you are only in love with mine*. Ah, otherwise, it would be more scary for him to fall in love with your organs only. What touches the love of the soul, that is imaginary. If I fix these things, let's do it for real, love, just love this one. Indulge in, obsessed with, enjoy the happiness of the senses, and then cannot extricate itself.

As I further wanted to lean in his arms, the tightly stuck book on the shelf was loose at this moment, as if it was drawn into my hand by some force.

The book is out.

Mo Qing said: "Go and watch."

Honest, serious, without any mood swings.

I held the book, touched my nose, and reflected in my heart, is it possible that the master I asked for Mo Qing was an old Taoist priest or an old monk who cultivated Buddha? Or is it that during his decades of watching the mountain gate, he has had an epiphany soaring, and since then he has extinguished the seven emotions and six desires, and is no longer in the three realms and five elements?

I took a step back with the book and decided to change my strategy, so I stared at him and stood for a while.

Mo Qing noticed the look in my eyes and looked up at me again. The moment his eyes met, I smiled brightly: "Sure enough." He silently waited for my next sentence, "Master, yours The eyes are as beautiful as the stars in the night sky."

Mo Qing was startled when he heard the words.

I drew a small tick to myself in my heart. Sure enough, my body can't move, so let's start with a word.

I took a step forward, making my voice a little dumb: "Master, I feel like I was fascinated by your eyes..." I took a step forward, pressing harder, but at this moment , Another invisible barrier separated in front of me.

I bumped my nose, then withdrew, touched the reddish nose, and muttered to myself in embarrassment: "Oh, I almost couldn't help it..." I hung my head shyly , Looked at Mo Qing shyly again, "Master..."

With a "boom", a book fell from the bookshelf and hit my forehead directly. I looked up and found that the books on my head were all well placed. Only this one fell, and my reaction was Mo Qing It was bad, and when I looked back at him, I saw him reading the book calmly.

"Go aside." He said so.

Tsk, haven't you all been seduced in a daze? How can this be an uncertain master. I walked angrily to the side, found a chair to sit down, raised my eyes and glanced at Mo Qing, and at the moment I looked at him, I realized that he was also looking at me.

The four eyes meet again. This time, he turned his eyes away.

His hanging eyelashes cover all his thoughts, making it difficult to see.

No matter what he thinks, I lowered my head to read the book, thinking in my heart, waiting for a while when I went to return the book, I would wait for an opportunity... My thoughts hadn't landed yet, but I felt that a gust of wind had passed.

I looked up again, and there was no Moqing figure in the attic, and the wide open windows took in the wind on the Thousand Blades Cliff outside.

Huh... gone?

I squeezed my chin and pondered, Mo Qing, he is leaving now. If it wasn't for an urgent matter to pass on the secrets, would he leave to avoid me?

I closed the book and smiled triumphantly. Mo Qing, Mo Qing, I can't tell, you are actually a little Meng Sao. Being coquettish, complimented by others, is calm on the face, in fact, my heart is already trembling quietly, and I'm so ashamed to start to avoid it.

Come on, I lifted Erlang's legs on the chair, and I know which one he likes.

In the future, I will prescribe the right medicine, hum, I'm afraid that you won't be able to cure the clown monsters.

After reading books in Zangshu Pavilion for a whole night, I completely gave up the idea of ​​finding a solution from here. It seems that the current situation of Zhiyan and I have not changed. For the time being, we can only give it to her during the day and give it to me at night.

It seems that now, I have to burn the paper money quickly and collect a yang pill for myself.

I went back to the peak of Xiyue Peak. I didn't see Zhi Yan again in the small courtyard. I thought she should be a pangolin again and went to the dungeon to see Liu Cangling.

I was okay when I was free, so I meditated in the room and adjusted Zhi Yan's chaotic aura. After I adjusted her breath for a week, I opened my eyes, and the hills in the distance had been polished. I sink my mind, and when the sun is rising, let Zhi Yan return to her soul and knock me out.

I returned to the astral body, while Zhi Yan sat on the bed, touching her eyes and ears in a little surprise: "Hey, how do I feel, my five senses seem to be much more sensitive."

"Who do you think is the person living in your body?" I urged Zhi Yan, "It's dawn, hurry up and find someone to burn the paper for me."

"I'll go get the spirit pill for Cangling first. I'll find someone to burn it for you on the way back later." After saying that she dressed up and ran away.

When I was speechless, I felt that it would be troublesome to give Zhi Yan an idea and ask her to save Liu Cangling. And Liu Cangling is still a Jianxin sect...When I was alive, because I lived too ostentatiously, I had a festival with the Ten Great Immortals. And Jianxinmen, the crossing is especially deep.

The spring is nearing the end, the sun is more scorching than the winter, and the sky and the earth will become more sunny. After tossing for a few days, my ghost body became a little tired, so I hid in the bed, closed my eyes and slept briefly.

I slept until dark in this sleep. In the evening, when Zhi Yan called me, I woke up.

Zhi Yan has a look of exhaustion: "Today I finally told a dozen children to burn you paper money. Your reputation is also a bit bad... I didn't hear you when I traveled throughout Shun'an Town. The name is not hiding."

I curled my lips: "There is no Shun'an Town, so you can go to a place farther away, Sihezhou, Jiangcheng, where there are all kinds of people, you can give a stall and burn paper to give something."

"You can go by yourself." Zhi Yan said and fell to the ground, "I can't stop this day and night, I can't."

Oh, now I still learn to resist. I thought her words were useless, and then rammed into the body, moved my arms and legs, and then twisted a trick, and walked to Jiangcheng in the blink of an eye.

Jiangcheng is a big city of free trade at the junction of the two powers of immortals and demons. The people of immortal way and devil way are mixed and mixed, but they are also very lively. It's the same day and night. Even sometimes the night is more lively than the day, Huajie Liuxiang, restaurants and inns are always full of people.

I bought scented wax paper candles, and I really set up a stall on the bridge on Huajie, propped up a piece of cloth, and wrote: "Thousands of thousands of mountains and rivers are always in love, is it OK to burn some paper money... ……"

I held my chin with a pen, thinking about something more attractive to give away. Suddenly there was a man’s laughter next to him: "There are actually some stalls that make people burn money. It's a strange sight."

I turned my head and saw that there were three men standing there, all in short and capable dresses. The headed one had short hair, and smiled openly. I glanced at him and asked him: "Would you like to experience it?"

When the man saw me talking to him, he walked up to me with a grin: "Okay, to whom."

"Chenji Mountain, the road is swaggering."

Every time, when these six words are uttered, someone always changes their face. This time was no exception. The faces of the two behind the man sank instantly and stared at me vigilantly. One person called the man: "Awu."

The expression of the man called Wu Wu did not change much. Instead, he squatted in front of my stall and picked up a few long coins: "Ah, swagger Lu, the devil, it’s a pity that I died early. I admire her very much. Of."

"Oh." I asked, "What do you admire her?"

He grinned and looked arrogant: "I heard that it is beautiful and difficult to tame."