Shi Xuan paused and continued, "I wonder if Miss Yan'er is willing to enjoy the moon with Shi?"

Yan'er was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled charmingly again: "What the young master wants is exactly what Yan'er thinks, but it's a little cold at night. Yan'er also asked her to cherish her thin clothes." After saying that, she stood up and walked towards Shixuan step by step. The white gauze swayed slightly with her steps, and the beauty inside was faintly visible.

When Shi Xuan saw the woman walking towards him, he grabbed a talisman in his sleeve to draw air and thunder. Although Yan'er was walking very attractively, if the woman had any abnormal movements, she would give her a ruthless move.

Before opening the door, Shi Xuan opened his eyes, but in Shi Xuan's eyes, Yan'er was still a pity for beauty. She did not manifest a ghost or mountain spirit or the original form of a monster. It just had something to force Shi Xuan to guard against. Yan'er's body was very dead.

Along the way, all kinds of experiences made Shi Xuan feel that this was a bit strange. Shi Xuan was really worried about martial arts alone, so he was so vigilant to hold on to the talisman.

The fragrant wind blew on the face, like orchids and muskies. Yan'er had already walked to Shi Xuan, raised her plain hand and brushed her forehead, and looked at Shi Xuan with tenderness: "I wonder if the young master can use his arms to keep Yan'er warm?"

Without waiting for Shi Xuan to answer, it was like the wind blowing the willows, swinging its beautiful and slender waist and sitting in Shi Xuan's arms. But Yan'er's expected warm embrace did not appear, there was only a warm stool, and because it had no support, she almost fell to the ground.

Shi Xuan jumped back at the moment of Yan'er's death. Although the beauty is good, her life is even more important. We can only pretend to be innocent, walk back to the bed quickly, and take out another Taoist robe.

Yan'er calmed down and turned her head, just about to blame the rude scholar, but when the breeze blew, a Taoist robe draped on her body, and a gentle voice came from her ear: "How can Shi watch Miss Yan'er catch a cold?"

In a slight surprise, Shi Xuan pulled up another stool, sat opposite Yan'er, pointed to the window and looked intoxicated: "Miss Yan'er, look, how beautiful the moonlight is, there is a poem below."

A surprised expression flashed across his face, as if he didn't expect Shi Xuan to really want to admire the moon and recite poems instead of getting close to the beauty. Yan'er smiled slightly and moved towards Shi Xuan: "Then Yan'er should listen to the masterpiece carefully."

"Cough, the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and think of my hometown." Shi Xuan had no choice but to make a fool of himself.

"The poem of the young master has a sad and beautiful artistic conception, which is similar to that of the poem by Mr. Li in the previous dynasty. He is really a talented person. Yan'er uses tea instead of wine, and toasts the young master." Yan'er turned over the tea cup and reached the fullest, she raised the cup and leaned against Shi Xuan's side. Her hands were soft and jade, and her tea was green. She raised it to Shi Xuan's mouth. The jade bowl with moderate softness and hardness on her chest gently wiped Shi Xuan's arm.

Although Shi Xuan enjoyed this feeling very much, he had no intention of enjoying it. He solemnly took the cup with a serious look on his face: "This poem is not written by Shi, but the master Qinglian layman, so he should be honored with this cup of tea." He sprinkled the tea in front of him, but who knew whether this woman had made trouble in the tea.

Yan'er's mouth opened slightly, looking disbelief.

Seeing that Shi Xuan had opened up the topic, he was about to ask Yan'er what he said, but when he saw Yan'er frowning slightly, pressing her hands on her chest, and whining softly, just like a look of Xizi's heart.

"Miss Yan'er, what's wrong with you?" Shi Xuan had no choice but to ask.

"Young master, I'm a family, I'm an old problem. My heart hurts. Just rub it. It's all right." While saying that, he opened the white gauze on his chest to show Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan saw two balls of white jade with mutton fat trembling and shaking his heart. The two bright red spots were even more attractive, and almost made Shi Xuan stunned.

Yan'er saw Shi Xuan's eyes looking straight at her chest, her face was showing joy, and she was about to speak, but Shi Xuan pulled the white veil that was pulled away again and covered it. She looked up in surprise and saw Shi Xuan with a righteous look: "Miss Yan'er, the saint, don't look at it if you are not polite, how can you expose such a private place to Shi's eyes?"

"Cough cough, cough cough." Yan'er seemed to be choking by something and coughed continuously. After a while, she stopped and then looked at Shi Xuan with tears in her eyes: "Young master, Yan'er's chest hurts so much, why don't you rub it for someone else." While saying that, she pulled Shi Xuan's hand up to her chest.

Shi Xuan broke free from Yan'er's little hand and walked towards the door: "Miss Yan'er, your chest hurts so much. You should find a doctor to see it, and then go back to the room to have a good rest. I'll find someone to help you back and hire a doctor for you."

"Hey, Miss Yan'er, are you standing up?" When he arrived at the door, Shi Xuan turned his head.

"I suddenly felt no pain in my chest. Thank you for your concern." Yan'er smiled like a flower and seemed to have gritted her teeth.

"Haha, it's good if it doesn't hurt. Miss Yan'er please sit down. I wonder how long have you been in this Wang family?"

"Yan'er was sold here a few years ago. Oh, young master, her foot seems to have been sprained just now." Yan'er replied casually, and at the same time she sent a small white foot into Shi Xuan's arms, "Look, she's swollen here."

Yan'er's little feet are only enough to hold, her insteps are fleshy and her toes are small and slender, which is particularly cute. Shi Xuan grabbed Yan'er's beautiful feet, her skin was smooth, and she rubbed it carefully at the place that didn't seem to be swollen.

When he raised his legs and sent his feet, the white gauze on Yan'er's legs spread softly to both sides. With Yan'er's intentional or unintentional indulgence, Shi Xuan seemed to be able to see the vague mystery below.

Yan'er continued to raise her legs, and the white gauze slid down more, her eyes were so soft that it seemed to drip out of water to look at Shi Xuan. Shi Xuan said seriously: "Miss Yan'er, it should have been swelling, it doesn't hurt anymore, right?" At the same time, she put down Yan'er's little feet.

Yan'er's expression was stunned and cute. Then she saw Shi Xuan's eyes full of care, and lowered her head and said shyly: "Yan'er doesn't hurt anymore, thank you young master."

Shi Xuan gave a secret breath in his heart. He was really angry just now. He was interrupted after several attempts to ask questions. Seeing that Yan'er did not continue to seduce, he hurriedly grabbed the gap and asked, "How is your master treating you?"

"It's okay." Yan'er's expression froze slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

"I will leave tomorrow. I feel very sorry that I don't have the time to have fun in Shuanghu Village. Why not tell me about Shuanghu Village?" Shi Xuan was very tempted.

Yan'er's lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything. She pondered for a while before saying: "Shuanghu Village is a small village, and there is really nothing worth the young master knows."

Shi Xuan was about to continue asking, but suddenly he found two more people were knocking on Yan Giant Sword and Ding Mingde's door. Judging from his senses, they were all people who were almost the same as Yan'er and had a lot of death energy on their bodies.

He sighed. Shi Xuan originally planned to talk slowly, but now he can't be so leisurely. Shi Xuan, the man from Yan Jujian, is not worried, and there will be no problem. But a weak scholar like Ding Mingde is in danger. Even if he is supplemented, his physique can withstand it several times.

When Yan'er heard someone knocking on the door of the other two outside, her face turned pale. Then she gritted her teeth and came to Shi Xuan to smile at Shi Xuan, "Young Master..." Before she finished speaking, she saw a burst of pink smoke spewing out of the cherry mouth, full of lust.

Shi Xuan had made up his mind to stop Yan'er, and then quickly asked for the news. When he saw Yan'er approaching, he immediately made a decision. It was at this time to start. When his palm moved slightly, he wanted to grab Yan'er's wrist, pink smoke sprayed out, and he hurriedly closed his breath and turned away.

After turning around with smoke, Shi Xuan flashed a few times, silently chanted a spell in his heart, which inspired the talisman. A blue-white lightning light came out of nowhere, directly scattering the smoke and slashing on Yan'er.

Yan'er screamed and her body fell to the ground immediately, but a clearer soul body burst out from the cover of the sky. It was exactly what Yan'er looked like. Unfortunately, she was driven up by the lightning wrapped around her body before she could even leave her body. With the crackling sound, Yan'er turned into a wisp of blue smoke and drifted away before she could even make the last sound.

Shi Xuan was also shocked by this effect. The talisman he used was originally drawn by himself, which was slightly less powerful than the one left by Taoist Xu. He just happened to stun or paralyze Yan'er and then torture him carefully.

But who knew that Yan'er's body was a ghost, but she used some unknown method to occupy a body and avoid Shi Xuan's sky eye. She also didn't expect Shi Xuan to do magic. She stood there stupidly and was directly struck by lightning. She was naturally scattered.

Shi Xuan stepped forward to check Yan'er's body to see if he could find some clues. As soon as he walked to the corpse, he saw that Yan'er's body's skin slowly turned green, and then began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, it was like a corpse that had been dead for two or three years.

Looking at the rotten corpse in front of him and thinking about the beauty before, Shi Xuan couldn't help but be afraid. If his will was a little more firm and could not stand the temptation, even if he was not killed, he would be disgusted to death after knowing the truth.

Holding down the discomfort, Shi Xuan took a closer look while paying attention to Ding Mingde's room. Unfortunately, the two Taoist scriptures he had had no introduction to the corpse paths. He really couldn't see any clues. He could only be sure that the corpse had been dead for two or three years. I think it was preserved by secret methods before.

This village seems dangerous.

Standing up, Shi Xuan was about to use a magic trick to burn the corpse, but then he thought that there might be other dangers tonight, and wasting his energy here would not be possible.

Shi Xuan shook his head, turned around and opened the door, walked to the door of Ding Mingde's room. He didn't knock on the door, and then pushed it open and walked in. As soon as he entered the room, he saw a beautiful girl pushing Ding Mingde to the ground, holding up a white veil and sitting on Ding Mingde, Ding Mingde screamed: "Miss, you can't do it, you can't do it."

When the two of them heard the sound of the door opening, they stopped at the same time, then turned to look over. When they saw Shi Xuan walking in calmly, they didn't know what to do next, and they stood there stupidly.
Chapter completed!