Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After getting married, Yan Yu's famous name was completely buried in the demon world.

No demon has ever seen him again, nor has he ever seen the terrifying silver krait.

He reappeared for a while, and then disappeared again.

Hidden somewhere unknown in the world, no one knows.

Some people say that he and his little wife have stayed together forever and do not want to come out again; others say that his strength has declined and he is unable to initiate any more unrest; some even say that he is just plotting in secret, planning a big conspiracy that will shock the world. .

There are different opinions, each with its own reasons.

His legend is spread everywhere in the human world.

Half scolding, half fearful.

In the teahouse at the foot of the mountain, the man wearing a dusty cloak and veil sat on the tea table, holding his chin, listening with interest to the stories concocted by the storyteller.

The storyteller said that back then, the Yan realm was so powerful that it could block thousands of demons. Any demon that came within three meters of him would be poisoned and die on the spot.

The storyteller also said that the snake demon has the blood of a real dragon, is invulnerable to weapons and poisons, and is an out-and-out evil god.

The kind that can kill someone just by talking and laughing.

The storyteller also said that wherever Yan Yu goes, not a blade of grass grows and everything is corrupt, making him the king of poison.

The girl sitting in the corner, playing with her tea cup, listened with great interest.

Even though she has heard these stories hundreds of times, different storytellers can convey different feelings.

Feel……

very funny.

She swayed her legs slightly, her red lips slightly curled under her veil.

Skin as white as snow, long black hair rolled up.

Even with the extremely simple cloak on his body, he could not hide his appearance.

Slim and graceful, yet touching.

Really eye-catching.

Many men looked over and their attention was not on the storyteller's story, but on her.

beautiful woman...

He seemed to be alone again.

Several men couldn't help it and started to make moves.

He was ready to move forward.

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But in the end they ran out of chances.

Just when someone was about to move, a man over 1.9 meters tall came in at the door of the teahouse.

His face was pale and voluptuous, cold and cold.

Wearing the simplest gray cloth and holding an umbrella.

Walking in, you are greeted by a cold feeling.

It seemed like there were gusts of cold wind blowing by.

It's chilling and oppressive.

Those hidden muscles seem to be able to kill someone with one punch.

Now, no one dared to move.

Even the storyteller stopped shouting indignantly.

Everyone looked at it.

Fortunately, the man didn't seem to be looking for trouble.

Just standing there, his cold eyes fell on the corner.

Set for a while.

The girl in the corner wearing a simple cloak was getting excited.

When the storyteller stopped like this, she seemed to sense something and looked over.

When she met the man's eyes, she blinked.

Like a good baby, she stood up obediently, walked over, and held his hand.

"Let's go."

Her white and soft hands grabbed him.

The slender and beautiful figure looked a little out of place when standing next to him.

It always felt like that beautiful girl had been kidnapped and trafficked.

People in the teahouse were whispering.

Attention was focused on the two people at the door.

Not wanting to attract too much attention, the man in the cloak quickly pulled the man away.