Dijun's black moonlight is back

In the next two days, Lingyu ate and slept, but there was almost no trace of Wen Jingchan.

It just so happened that her mood was so chaotic that she could stay alone in the inn in a daze.

She planned to rest as usual today, but she was bored lying on the bed staring at the top of her head, and the foot on her knee was shaking a few times from time to time.

Lingyu was wondering whether to stop Xingzhao. This question had been lingering in her head for two days.

I thought that today would be as chaotic as yesterday, but suddenly there was a sound of a long whip hitting the ground.

This sound may not be special in normal times, but Jichuan City is particularly quiet today.

Lingyu concentrated her ears and listened in the direction of the whip sound. After another sound, she arrived at the scene almost before the sound hit the ground.

A man with his face covered in oil paint stood on the main road of Jichuan City and danced with a whip five or six people long.

Ling Yu hid in the gap between the two houses, covering most of his body with a broken mat.

Fortunately, the people on both sides of the street knelt down and worshiped, and did not notice her coming out of thin air.

Looking at the guard of honor at the city gate, Ling Yu remembered that Xingzhi and Du Huanyi's wedding seemed to be today.

The dance that the man danced was very strange, not aesthetically pleasing in the general sense, and was absurd and a bit strange.

He was wearing a huge mask with a green face and fangs. He was walking on stilts, or he was already tall. In short, he was much larger than an ordinary person.

As he danced, the whip fell on the stone slabs of the main road.

The whip was soaked with animal blood, leaving a trail of blood every time it hit the ground, gradually forming a vague totem.

Ling Yu looked over from a distance. She couldn't see the origin of the totem, but she saw Wen Jingchan who was also hiding in the shadow under the eaves.

There was a dancing weirdo between the two of them, and the tall plumed hat he was wearing swept back and forth in Ling Yu's field of vision.

From the moment she saw him, Ling Yu never moved away from looking at him.

She suddenly wanted to see what Wen Jingchan would do if he knew what Yanzhao was planning.

To save the people of a city, it is better to save Du Huanyi.

Thousands of years ago, she also secretly glanced at a person in the bustling crowd. His name was Hedifeng at that time. He was a young man running towards her with a bright pearl in the sun.

Ling Yu could hardly remember this person. His good or bad qualities were completely forgotten in the torment of hatred.

At first, he would still fall into dreams frequently, but now if it weren't for the fact that the words "Hedifeng" were not difficult to write, she might have even forgotten how to write them.

But today I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of him while standing in the sea of ​​people.

That was her first and most sincere heartbeat.

Wen Jingchan hadn't noticed Ling Yu's arrival yet, and only watched carefully as the totem on the ground slowly became clear and complete.

The corner of Ling Yu's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling, but it was more like mocking.

"Master," Ling Yu whispered, "One person or the world, let me see how you choose."

Her figure suddenly disappeared and appeared directly outside the door of Du Huanyi's boudoir.

The man holding the whip and dancing was the priest of this wedding. He was praying for the mandrill at the gate of the city. In the city lord's palace, there was also a witch praying outside the door of Miss Du's house.

Ling Yu looked for a while, found the great witch, and turned into a ray of light and penetrated between her eyebrows.

It has to be said that although this is just a mortal body, it is stronger than the body she cultivated through hard work.

Ling Yu followed the movements of the people around him and raised his hands and legs. After the drum beat ended, he was surrounded by several little witches and walked into Du Huanyi's room.

The bride has already dressed up and is waiting for her to shake the divination cards. "You guys go out first." Ling Yu decided to screen away the maids around him.

After her words had been spoken for a long time, none of the maids surrounding Du Huanyi made any movement.

Du Kuan saw the situation and waved his hand: "Listen to the great witch."

"But..." The maid closest to her seemed to have some objections.

"Since the great witch said this," Du Huanyi interrupted her, "there must be rules."

After she finished speaking, these maids withdrew hesitantly.

The servants of the Du Mansion were quite obedient and all left following her order, but these witches were a bit blind.

Ling Yu could only turn around and said, "You guys also get out."

This had never happened before. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief for a long time, and finally bowed their heads and withdrew.

"Aren't you a great witch?" Du Huanyi asked her tentatively.

Lingyu didn't intend to pretend, so he nodded calmly as an answer to her question.

Du Huanyi was born into a prominent family. Although she was trapped in a wall by wars all year round and could not see the vastness of the world, she still had a calm demeanor.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at her red lips: "Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

Lingyu was attracted by the jade pendant in her hair that reached to her waist. He walked behind her and picked it up to look at it carefully.

"Do you want to live?" Ling Yu asked.

Du Huanyi was startled. This subtle change in his complexion was reflected in the bronze mirror and fell into Ling Yu's eyes.

It turned out that she was in the know.

"How old are you now?" Ling Yu asked: "Nineteen? Or eighteen? You haven't even lived half of a mortal life, so are you willing to die?"

Her words seemed to have a seductive and mysterious power, which made Du Huanyi have to turn around and look up at the person hiding behind the body.

Ling Yu moved his eyes away from the jade pendant and stared directly at Du Huanyi's pupils.

The untouched girl is more innocent than a deer in the forest. Although her eyes are heavily made up, the innocence like a clear spring flows out.

In fact, there are only a few girls of Du Huanyi's age who have not left the government.

Ling Yu reached out and wiped away the bright red at the end of her eyes with her thumb, and her pretty appearance was restored to three points.

"Who are you?" Du Huanyi's eyes were filled with doubts and panic.

She had done enough psychological construction and tried hard to convince herself that she was not afraid of death. But now that she was reminded by the person in front of her, the thought of greed for life emerged in her heart again.

The righteousness she had been taught since childhood was actually just hazy words on paper to her, and the fear that enveloped her heart every day became more concrete.

Ling Yu saw through her thoughts and raised the corners of his mouth with a smiley expression.

Du Huanyi subconsciously shrank back a few inches, but the hand caressing her cheek did not avoid it at all.

"Your biological mother doesn't even have a last name," Ling Yu said. "The Du family's eldest wife raised you under her name just waiting for today. Do you really think this is the only thing you want to ask me?"

Du Huanyi suddenly grabbed Ling Yu's wrist, and the timidity and hesitation in Ling Yu's eyes faded a bit.

It took a long time for her to speak, and her words were mixed with trembling that she couldn't control: "I, I... don't want... don't want to die!"

Ling Yu stopped his hand and looked at her condescendingly. The purpose of coming here was to wait for her words.