When a sick and weak girl masters the clone of a strange beast

Zhao Zhao was originally sitting cross-legged on the back of Cang Qing Honghu. When she saw someone blocking the way, she slowly stood up.

"who?"

I saw the maid carrying the sedan slowly opening the gauze curtain, revealing a beautiful woman sitting inside.

The woman is extremely tall. Even if she doesn't stand up, she must be 1.8 meters tall. A pair of slender thighs are exposed, which fully proves what it means to have legs from the neck down.

She had her head tied up, dressed like a married young woman, and her face was so charming that even Zhao Zhao couldn't help but feel swayed when she looked at her.

The woman was leaning on a dressing table, and the white mirror behind her was shining, adding a bit of beauty to the woman.

"The Yinkui sect's holy girl mirror has no chance." The woman reported her name.

Zhaozhao thought to himself: Another major demon sect!

Unlike other demon sects, the Yinkui sect is all female, somewhat similar to the Goddess Palace and Qingyin Temple in the Thirteen Prefectures.

Unlike the previous Shi Zhixuan of Butian Pavilion, this Yingui sect saint was cultivated in the Lingtai realm. Apparently, the news of Shi Zhixuan's disappearance in Zhao Zhao's hands has been spread.

Even Shi Zhixuan, who is at the peak of the Harmony of Heaven and Man realm, can't deal with the witch holding the lantern, so the only option is to send out masters from the Lingtai realm.

Zhao Zhao glanced over Jing Wuyuan and her entourage one by one, and discovered that this saint of the Yingui Sect was really powerful. The eight maids who carried her sedan were all Xiantian realm warriors.

Zhao Zhao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Your Majesty the Holy Lady is also here for the Demonic Blood Secret Spirit Flower."

"Of course." Jing Wuyuan adjusted his sitting posture, "But I am also very interested in you. Why don't you, the witch, hand over the holy flower? How about you and I becoming friends? I believe we will get along well."

"What if I don't hand it over?" Zhao Zhao asked back.

"That's a pity. The Demonic Blood Secret Spirit Flower is the most precious treasure of the Demonic Way and must not fall into the hands of others."

Zhaozhao asked in confusion: "I also practice demonism, so I am not considered a demonic person?"

Jing Wuyuan shook his head, "Only the major demon sect members are recognized as orthodox demons. Those with unknown origins like Your Majesty the Witch..." As she spoke, she looked Zhao Zhao up and down, as if asking where Zhao Zhao came from, "No. What if you join our Yinkui sect? The Yingui sect is short of talents like this girl." Instead, she recruited Zhaozhao.

"Ha~~" Zhao Zhao chuckled lightly, "So that's it. It's worthy of being a great sect of the Demon Sect. It's really overbearing. It's a pity... I can't join the Yin Gui Sect."

Jing Wuyuan sighed deeply, "It seems that today you and I are destined to meet each other with swords." She turned around and opened a drawer on the dressing table behind her, took out an object and threw it away. Suddenly, there were many things in front of Zhao Zhao. One person comes out.

This person was dressed very strangely. He was wearing white clothes, with long hair disheveled, bright red lips, and dark eyes. He looked like a female ghost from a fantasy book.

Without saying a word, the man flung his sleeves and attacked Zhao Zhao. The magic lamp appeared in Zhao Zhao's hand, and a rattan appeared out of thin air. The moment it tied the man's wrist, he smashed the man out.

"Demon Blood Secret Flower?" The moment she saw the green vine, Jing Wuyuan suddenly sat up straight, then she shook her head and said, "No, it's not the Demon Blood Secret Flower, but an exotic treasure!"

At this moment, she seemed to understand something, "Hahaha~~ It seems that everyone has been deceived by you. You don't have any magic blood and secret spirit flowers at all. What you do have is a magic treasure."

Jing Wuyuan is very familiar with the fluctuations emanating from the exotic treasure, because the dressing table behind her is the Yinkui Sect's inherited rare treasure, the Liaozhai Opera Dressing Box.

The owner of the makeup box holds an eyebrow pencil. Anyone whose eyebrows are touched by the eyebrow pencil will be turned into a doll in the box, controlled by the owner, and will not be able to escape for life.

The person who attacked Zhaozhao at this time was none other than the doll that Jing Wuyuan put in the makeup box.

However, anyone who is recognized as the owner of the Liao Zhai opera costume box will live his life as if he is acting in a drama, and the puppets in the box are all actors in this drama.

So does the identity of Jing Wuyuan really exist? Or in the final analysis, is it the person controlling the makeup box and acting, or is the makeup box controlling the artificial acting?
"You did it on purpose, right?" Jing Wuyuan asked again. At this time, she looked at Zhao Zhao with a little more energy.

Zhao Zhao concentrated on dealing with the doll and did not respond to Jing Wuyuan's inquiry.

However, Jing Wuyuan had already confirmed her suspicion. She laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I like it. I will put you in my makeup box and keep you company from now on!"

As she spoke, she opened the drawer of the makeup box again and threw out the dolls one after another. These dolls were dressed in completely different styles, including a scholar, a fox girl, a Taoist priest...

At this time, Zhaozhao had already caught the puppet that appeared first. The man was strangled by the green vine and could not get rid of it no matter how hard he struggled.

Although the man struggled desperately, Zhao Zhao saw pleading in her eyes, which were eyes begging for death.

boom! ! !
Invisible flames ignited and instantly enveloped the person. Before turning into ashes, Zhao Zhao seemed to see her smile of relief.

As soon as the female ghost doll died, other dolls rushed forward. With the appearance of these dolls, Zhao Zhao found that the surrounding environment began to change.

The original mountain range has turned into a deep bamboo forest. There is a thatched house deep in the bamboo forest, and there is a solitary grave beside the house. There is a dead tree beside the solitary grave, and a dark crow is chirping on it.

Zhaozhao felt her mind flicker. The crowd that besieged them suddenly disappeared, Jing Wuyuan also disappeared, and she herself came to the outside of the thatched house for no reason.

Where is the green swan under her feet?
Just when Zhao Zhao was confused, the courtyard door outside the thatched house opened with a creak, and a scholar with a handsome face walked out.

The scholar was dressed very poorly, and he looked sallow and thin, as if he hadn't had a full meal in a long time.

When the scholar saw Zhao Zhao, a smile appeared on his face, "Madam, you are back! How is the tofu sales going?"

Lady? I?

Zhaozhao subconsciously looked down at herself, only to find that her clothes had changed style at some point. She was now wearing a set of coarse cloth clothes, with a woman's bun on her head, and a simple wooden hairpin inserted in her hair.

Without waiting for Zhao Zhao to answer his question, the scholar couldn't help but pull Zhao Zhao towards the courtyard. Zhao Zhao subconsciously wanted to slap him, but found that he had no control over his body at all, and he walked into the courtyard with the scholar very obediently. middle.

When the crow on the dead tree saw the two people entering the door, it didn't know what kind of stimulation it had, and it pounced on the scholar like crazy. The scholar was so anxious that he picked up a wooden stick not far away and smashed it at him.

The crow wailed loudly and fell to the ground, but even so, it did not forget to scream at the scholar.

"Things with no eyes." The scholar scolded angrily, but when he turned to look at Zhao Zhao, his originally fierce face suddenly turned tender, "Madam, let's go into the house."

Zhao Zhao couldn't resist at all, so he was pulled into the thatched house.

As soon as he entered the room, the scholar diligently gave Zhao Zhao a glass of water, "Madam, you must be exhausted from selling tofu, please drink some water quickly."

"Thank you sir!" Zhao Zhao suddenly said.

This is not his own voice, Zhao Zhao thought.

She uncontrollably picked up the water glass and took a sip, but as soon as she drank the water, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, and then she collapsed to the ground weakly.

"Ms. sir, you hurt me, what did I do wrong?"

Zhao Zhao held his stomach and looked at the scholar in disbelief.

The scholar's originally languid gaze became fierce at this time, "Don't call me husband, you monster!" Then he looked out the window and called, "Taoist Master, come out quickly, come out quickly and collect this monster."

As she finished speaking, an old Taoist suddenly jumped out of the window. He held a mahogany sword in his left hand and a talisman in his right hand. He shouted loudly: "Monster, let the poor Taoist finally catch you!" He raised his hand and waved. , the talisman in her hand was placed between Zhao Zhao's eyebrows. Zhao Zhao instantly felt that she could not move. At the same time, she felt severe pain all over her body, and her body began to change uncontrollably.

Monster eyes, fox ears, fox claws, fox tail...

She became a fox girl.

"Monster, suffer death."

As he said that, the Taoist priest raised his peach wood sword and stabbed Zhao Zhao in the chest.

At this moment, a bright butterfly flew out of nowhere and landed lightly on the peach wood sword. The Taoist priest instantly seemed to be under a immobilizing spell and could not move at all.

"Taoist? What's wrong with you, Taoist?" The scholar's voice was full of panic.

boom!
The talisman attached to Zhao Zhao's brow ignited spontaneously without fire.

Zhaozhao is indeed controlled by the situation and cannot be independent, but it does not mean that she has no power to resist.

The scholar fell to the ground in horror and kept muttering: "Weird...monster...what did you do to the Taoist Priest?"

Crackling~~
At this time, Zhao Zhao's body flashed with dark thunder and lightning. In an instant, with her as the center, the surrounding scenes began to recede quickly, and she also returned to her original appearance from the fox girl image.

"what!!!"

With a scream, Zhao Zhao saw the real fox girl falling out of her body. At this time, she looked at Zhao Zhao with horror in her eyes.

puff~~
A mouthpart popped out and hit the fox girl between the eyebrows accurately. The fox girl suddenly went limp and fell to the ground. The butterfly on the peach wood sword killed the fox girl.

The moment the fox girl died, the identity imposed on her by the fairy tales disappeared, and she returned to an ordinary middle-aged woman.

Before she died, a smile appeared on the woman's lips.

Zhao Zhao seemed to faintly hear a "thank you" coming from the void.

In almost no time for a cup of tea, the thatched house disappeared, the bamboo forest disappeared, the solitary grave disappeared, and the injured crow turned into a green swan.

The situation restricted Cang Qing Honghu and made her become a part of the drama. She could not resist at all and was easily hurt by the incompetent scholar.

When the Taoist priest and scholar saw that the dramatic scene was broken, they immediately broke away from their roles and quickly retreated. However, Zhao Zhao flicked his hand and two green vines shot out, piercing the two of them to the core.

At the moment of death, like the fox girl, they broke away from the identities imposed on them by the Chinese drama, and turned into an old man and a thin man respectively.

This is what they are.

"impossible!!!"

Jing Wuyuan's voice came. At this time, the dramatic scene created by the Liaozhai Opera Dressing Box had completely returned to reality. Jing Wuyuan looked in disbelief.

In the same realm, no one has ever been able to break her dramatic realm.

Zhao Zhao's figure flashed and came to Jing Wuyuan's sedan chair. He used the "Three Mysterious Plum Blossom Hands" to poke Jing Wuyuan between the eyebrows with one finger, intending to kill her in one fell swoop.

The gauze was flying on the sedan chair, and Zhao Zhao was blown out by the gauze curtain. This sedan chair was actually a treasure!
"Go on, kill her, I want to get her, immediately! Immediately!" Jing Wuyuan pointed at Zhaozhao with a crazy expression and said.

In an instant, streaks of light flew out of the makeup box behind her, and dramatic characters appeared outside one after another. The generals on the battlefield, the princess who perished, the daughter-in-law who died unjustly, the vicious mother-in-law... They all rushed towards Zhaozhao one after another. .

It's hard to imagine how many dolls Jing Wuyuan collected in her makeup box.

Zhao Zhao sighed lightly, it seemed that he had to learn more from this Yin Gui sect saint and recruit more prisoners to work for him in Huantian Prison.

Crackling~~~
The dark thunder turned into thunder snakes and spread out with Zhao Zhao as the center. All the dolls struck by the lightning were paralyzed and froze in place.

Immediately afterwards, the invisible flames spread out, and all the dolls swept by the flames turned into ashes.

"Thanks……"

"Thanks……"

"Thanks……"

……

Such whispers kept coming to Zhao Zhao's ears, and she chuckled: I didn't expect that one day I would do good things.

There are indeed many puppets in Jing Wuyuan, but no matter how many there are, they can't withstand Zhao Zhao's ruthless slaughter.

In the blink of an eye, she came to Jing Wuyuan's sedan chair again. This time she did not approach rashly, but first controlled the Samadhi True Fire to burn it.

The sedan chair was not a rare treasure, so how could it withstand the burning of the Samadhi True Fire? It suddenly burst into flames, and Jing Wuyuan had no choice but to hold up the Liaozhai Opera makeup box and run away for his life.

As for the eight maids carrying the sedan chair, they were directly caught by Zhao Zhao controlling the magic vines, and then thrown into Huantian Prison.

Go and work for me!
The moment Jing Wuyuan escaped from the sedan chair, Zhao Zhao appeared beside her in a flash, and once again used the "Three Mysterious Plum Blossom Hands" to point at the center of her eyebrows.

Pfft~~~
In an instant, a hole was poked out between Jing Wuyuan's eyebrows.

Just when Zhao Zhao thought he had killed Jing Wuyuan, he found that Jing Wuyuan in front of him suddenly shattered like a mirror and then disappeared.

Zhao Zhao:? ? ?
At the same time, not far away, the real Jing Wuyuan was sitting on the makeup box looking at Zhao Zhao with a half-smile.

It turns out that the mirror in the middle of the makeup box in Liaozhai Opera can copy a mirror image of its owner when he is in danger, and can resist fatal attacks on his behalf.

Therefore, it is almost impossible to kill Jing Wuyuan by ordinary means.

"She is worthy of being the witch with the lantern who has killed countless followers of all the major demon sects. She is really powerful! I lose today. Remember, I will come back to you. You are mine! Before that, don't let anyone kill you. ”

"Hahaha~~~"

As bursts of wild laughter echoed in the void, Jing Wuyuan and the Liaozhai Opera Dressing Box disappeared in mid-air.

Zhao Zhaoling stood in the air, looking at the direction where Jing Wuyuan disappeared for a long time before he mounted the green swan again and left.

Of course, she didn't forget to give the injured Cang Qing Honghu a healing elixir.

A few days later, Zhao Zhao appeared outside Black Rock City. This time, she was respectfully welcomed into the city by the city guards without using any means. (End of chapter)