Chapter 17 Female Ghost Nie Xiaoqian

Not long after, Anyang took out another bottle of Wuliangye, threw it to Yan Chixia, and drank it with him.

Not to mention other aspects, the modern brewing process is definitely far superior to the ancient times, especially distilled wine. Not only is the color clear and transparent, it is many times better than the ancient turbid wine, the degree is also high, and the fragrance is even more intense. Water and wine" can be compared.

Yan Chixia is a standard alcoholic. If he can endure the temptation of food, wine is his nemesis, and he starts drinking with it.

Liquor of more than fifty degrees, even with Yan Chixia's drinking capacity, is a bit uncontrollable. As people get drunk, their relationship with Anyang quickly gets closer, but Anyang dare not let him drink more, for fear of sudden crisis at night He can't wake up.

Anyang pretended to ask unintentionally, "Brother Yan, how long have you been here at Lanruo Temple?"

Yan Chixia didn't suspect him, thought for a while, and said, "It's been fourteen days, and tomorrow will be half a month. I don't know if that madman Xiahou is chasing after him."

Anyang's eyes narrowed. Tomorrow will be half a month, which means that Ning Caichen will come here tomorrow, and at the same time, Xiahou that Yan Chixia said will also come.

Yan Chixia burped her wine and said, "Anyang, what kind of wine is this wine? It's better than the tribute wine I stole when I was working for the court!"

Anyang said, "It's home-brewed. If Big Brother Yan likes it, I'll pull a cart for you when I get home!"

Yan Chixia said with a smile, "Okay! Hahahaha, to tell you the truth, I have an agreement with the monsters here, that I can only kill bad people. If I kill a good person, I will get rid of them. I think you look good. With a dignified appearance and an elegant appearance, he must not be a bad person, as long as you can withstand the temptation, the monsters will not dare to kill you!"

Anyang pouted, thinking that your warning didn't seem to work, and the Millennium Tree Demon at the critical moment was also merciless. It was time to eat people.

At night, he took his package and went upstairs along the decaying stairs next to him.

He was going to see a ghost for the first time in his life soon, and he was really a little nervous. Nie Xiaoqian thought she was extremely beautiful, I don't know who is more beautiful than the movie!

Pushing open the door, he held up the oil lamp in his hand, but he held the phone as a mirror in his hand.

Sure enough, through the screen of the mobile phone, he saw a white shadow flashing behind him, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing a pale but beautiful face, staring at him calmly, his messy hair blown by the wind. Covering her face has a more poignant beauty, which makes people want to take care of her.

"Shen Yun is somewhat similar to Wang Zuxian's performance, but it is obviously more beautiful. Perhaps the difference is that she is a real female ghost, while Wang Zuxian is a person."

"It's no wonder that there are so many people in this wilderness that are willing to do everything for her until they are sucked up by the tree demon."

Bai Ying fluttered away, and the door closed silently.

Anyang felt a little uneasy in his heart, thumping, but pretending he didn't see anything, he hung the paintings he bought in the house, found a mat in the corner, spread it on the ground, and didn't care about the blood on it, he just sat cross-legged like this down.

Seeing such a poignant Nie Xiaoqian, he was not so afraid anymore, and gradually calmed down, but he kept his eyes open and did not dare to fall asleep.

...

Near midnight, a gust of wind blew, and the door of his room suddenly opened wide, but outside the door was a scene of another room, brightly lit, smoky, candlelight swaying, light gauze curtains, sitting in a huge wooden barrel A very beautiful woman was gently washing her white and tender arms with a scoop of water.

Her skin is as white as snow, her skin is as thick as fat, her eyes are bright and white, and her eyes are slender and hopeful.

Anyang glanced at it and saw that the bucket was covered with red rose petals, blocking the looming peak. He was startled, got up and walked out the door.

Nie Xiaoqian lightly covered her brows and looked at him shyly, but with a gesture of charming all beings.

Without squinting, Anyang stopped by the door, closed the door gently, and closed his eyes again as if he didn't see it.

Nie Xiaoqian looked stunned, then waved her hand, the candlelight in front of the barrel disappeared one after another, and a white dress flew from a distance, wrapping her perfect body.

Not long after Anyang closed his eyes, there was a soft knock on the door. He opened his eyes and said calmly, "The door is not locked."

The door squeaked open, and a woman in white walked in with a pitiful expression on her face, just like Ning Caichen in the movie, she threw herself on Anyang as soon as she came in, and said, "Sir, I'm so scared. ah!"

Anyang only felt that his body was soft and light as nothing, and the lines on the woman's body were exquisite and undulating, and he could smell a faint fragrance. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said lightly, "Don't worry, girl, what are you afraid of? ?"

Nie Xiaoqian raised her head and looked at him pitifully: "Master, I dare not sleep alone in this wilderness."

Anyang gently pushed her away and said, "Since the girl knows it's a wilderness, why do you need to come here?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, her brows turned, and her expression suddenly became sad: "Ah! My parents and I passed by here, but we met a gangster, both of my parents were harmed by the gangster, only I escaped under the cover of my parents' desperate efforts. When I came out and fled into this ruined temple in the dark of night, I heard the wolf howling here, the gusts of wind and the doors and windows, and I was even more afraid!"

When she said these words, she was sincere, and her face was full of sadness that could not be pretended. If Anyang had not known the plot, he would have believed her words.

It’s true that Nie Xiaoqian and her parents passed by here, and it’s true that they met the bad guys, but she was the first to be killed. Her parents never tried their best to help her escape, nor did she escape into the ruined temple. Her ashes were buried under an ancient tree, and now she is just a lonely ghost controlled by a thousand-year-old tree demon.

Thinking of this, Anyang sighed and said, "Girl, I see that this Lanruo Temple is surrounded by wild countryside and thorny forests. It is not easy for you to pass through the woods to get here!"

Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly raised her head to look at him, with tears in her eyes, she said softly, "Yes, son, you have to pity others tonight."

Anyang glanced down and continued: "But the girl clearly passed through the thorny woods, but why is she dressed neatly, even the white fallen immortals are spotless?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, and her expression suddenly sank!

This scholar is so smart!

Anyway, grandma is at a critical moment recently, and she must absorb the yang qi and blood of people. In order to complete the task, even if this person is not fooled by her, she must hand him over to grandma.

She turned to Anyang and stuck her head out, lightly opened her red lips, and slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, but saw that Anyang turned her head as if she had expected it, avoided her charm, took down a painting hanging on the wall, and folded it. Get up and hand it to her.

"Girl, since you are alone and lonely, then I will give you a painting, I hope it can be with you and spend the night together. When tomorrow dawns, please leave here as soon as possible, everyone has their own Home, Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time.”

Nie Xiaoqian heard these words, her eyes were low, and her heart was full of bitterness for some reason.

"Oh, everyone has their own home..."

Her golden pagoda was controlled by the Millennium Tree Demon, and she didn't know where she belonged. She wanted to be reincarnated, but the Millennium Tree Demon didn't give her this chance at all.

As soon as she opened the painting, she was stunned, and quickly closed it again!

"Master, this painting... Where did you get this painting from?"

Anyang said: "Today, when I was passing through Guobei County in the daytime, I saw someone selling paintings on the side of the road. I saw that the woman in this painting was as beautiful as a fairy, but she was reduced to being sold on the street by a stinky copper hawker. I bought it back with all my savings, I thought it was related to me, but I didn’t expect that when I saw the girl, I suddenly realized that this painting was bought for the girl.”

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned, looking at Anyang with a bit of unbearable gaze, she put away the painting, remembered her grandmother's explanation, gritted her teeth, and said, "Master, the ancients often say that a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, today you and I are destined, son. I sent another painting to the little girl, the little girl liked it very much, but she couldn't repay it, so she had to promise her, and hope that the young master will not dislike it, and will not let down this short and beautiful night."

Saying that, she threw herself into Anyang's arms with a charming face, took off her clothes, took Anyang's hand and stretched it into her chest, and the veil on her lower body hung down, revealing a pair of well-proportioned and taut legs, dazzlingly white. .

Anyang trembled in his heart, his palms were full of smoothness and fullness, he glanced down, but only saw a piece of snow-white skin, and quickly retracted his hand.

"Girl, please don't do this. Although Xiaosheng is homeless, he is definitely not from Meng Lang. If the girl is lonely and unbearable, Xiaosheng can play the flute and tell stories to the girl, but also ask the girl to respect herself."

Although Nie Xiaoqian is tender, tender and pitiful, it really makes people feel pity, but he knows that if he really has an idea for Nie Xiaoqian, the thousand-year-old tree demon will suck himself into a mummified corpse before he kisses Fangze. Even if Yan Chixia came, she might not be able to save herself.

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a while, and saw the painting in front of her again in a trance. She used to be a lady, and she has not fallen into such a field, let alone seduce men every night. She couldn't help but feel even more depressed. Slowly stood up, ready to be scolded by grandma, picked up the painting on the ground, and walked out the door barefoot.

"If that's the case, then I'll retire. The son is right. This Lanruo Temple is not a place to stay for a long time. When the morning dawns, I'd better ask the son to leave here quickly."

Seeing that she was leaving, Anyang quickly grabbed her and said, "Wait...I don't know your name yet."

Nie Xiaoqian turned around, her voice soft and sweet: "Sir, my name is Nie Xiaoqian."

Anyang said, "My name is Anyang."

Nie Xiaoqian pushed open the door, put both hands on the door, and turned around and said, "Young Master Anyang, let's say goodbye today, see you by fate, but... I hope we never see each other again."

Hearing this, Anyang knew that he had a good impression in Nie Xiaoqian's heart, but he would still be here tomorrow night, the intimacy was not enough, and he could guarantee stability today, but not necessarily tomorrow.

He quickly stretched out his hand: "Wait..."

Nie Xiaoqian turned around again: "Master Anyang, is there anything else?"

Anyang took out a bamboo flute from his bag and said, "Since Miss Qian is lonely, why don't you let me play a flute song for you?"

Nie Xiaoqian chuckled lightly, her face pale, she nodded and said, "Alright."

Anyang immediately raised the flute and began to play it. It was the theme song of the original version of Zhao Guorong and Wang Zuxian, and the name was A Chinese Ghost Story.

At the end of the song, Nie Xiaoqian rolled her eyes and said, "This song is really nice, but the flute is too light, it should feel better when it is played with a dongxiao."

Anyang's eyes lit up and said, "Miss Xiaoqian still understands the rhythm. It's great. I don't know if the girl has a flute. You can bring it over tomorrow night and let me play another song for you."

Nie Xiaoqian's expression changed slightly, and she quickly said, "No need, the son should leave as soon as possible tomorrow."

Anyang pretended to be a little lost and said, "That's it, but I still have a lot of stories to tell. I can spend this long night with Miss Xiaoqian. I wonder if Miss Xiaoqian is interested?"

"No need, thank you for your kindness, Xiaoqian took it." Nie Xiaoqian shook her head and walked out of the room.

Anyang stretched out his hand and wanted to keep it, but didn't take it back until the door was closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Nie Xiaoqian was kind and weak by nature, and being forced to act like a tiger all these years has made her vulnerable and easily moved.

He knew that he had successfully left a shadow in Nie Xiaoqian's heart, at least when he faced Nie Xiaoqian next time, he didn't have to worry about being hurt by her.