Misery: There is a pawn shop here

Chapter 13: Love is broken and debts are born
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind chimes hanging outside the eaves of the pawnshop rang inexplicably. Inside the lobby, the blue candles on the walls swayed, reflecting two figures sitting opposite each other. One had a handsome face with a gloomy expression, while the other had a calm expression with a playful look in his eyes.

"Love? Emotions?" The drummer's expression changed several times, and a cold laugh rolled out of his throat, gradually becoming crazy. "Having a pawnshop? This makes the drummer look down on me. Do you think that a drummer would have such a false thing? Ridiculous!"

"Is it funny?" The drummer was laughing, but Li Xuanxiao's expression remained the same, as if he had already seen through the drummer's true nature.

"Deep affection or indifference are nothing more than weights on the pawnshop's scales." Li Xuanxiao lightly raised his sleeves and said calmly, "Whether the pawnshop can obtain your pawned item is not a matter of concern to you. You only need to consider whether you are willing to pawn it."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow of the Heaven-shaking Drum in the air began to inhale and exhale the aura of the ancient times, and the nine-headed dragon on the drum surface seemed to be about to break through the air.

The drummer's wild laughter suddenly stopped. He glanced at the thunder drum in the air and then calmed down. "Besides love, what else can I pawn?"

"Your hands and feet, your lifespan, your health, your cultivation, even your drum-making skills and drumming techniques, all have their value, but..." Li Xuanxiao paused, the teacup in front of him flying out of thin air and landing in his hands. After taking a sip of tea, he continued, "Without these, how can you conquer the sea of ​​love and sin?"

Love and Sin Sea...

In a trance, the image of the blood-red figure playing the flute appeared in front of the drummer's eyes again.

"Enough!" The drummer shouted, his eyes faintly bloodshot and fierce. Li Xuanxiao said nothing, just watched quietly.

"Love? Love? The drummer will prove how ridiculous your words are. The drummer agrees to this deal!"

How could it be possible? How could he still be attached to the woman who had betrayed him? Love and affection, such a filthy thing, how could he still hold on to it!
Raising his hand and picking up the pen, as if to express his inner thoughts, the drummer wrote without hesitation. The moment the name was finalized, a red light suddenly lit up from the soul contract, burning the soul contract into a sky full of red butterflies.

"The contract is signed!"

As Li Xuanxiao finished speaking, the entity of the Zhentian Drum floating in the air gradually solidified and fell into the palm of the drum master.

The drum body is round, with dragon bones as the frame and dragon skin as the surface. The ancient thunder dragon patterns on the drum surface are glowing with lava red light, with gold and vermilion interwoven, and the dragon shadow seems to be alive.

The Heaven-shaking Drum is in his palm. Even though he has no true energy to activate it at this moment, the drum master can feel the terrifying power contained in the drum in his palm.

Li Xuanxiao did not move, but he saw the golden embroidery on the black robe moving like a living thing and sinking into the body of the drum master. However, the drum master did not feel anything unusual. After a moment, the misty purple air wrapped around Li Xuanxiao's palm. In the depths of the drum master's mind, a water-blue figure gradually blurred until it disappeared.

"what."

The moment the golden thread was retracted, the drummer pressed his empty chest. Something should have come to mind, but at this moment, there was only emptiness. An unforgettable red ignited in the depths of his memory. The drummer pressed the Zhentian Drum with his backhand, and a murderous aura emanated from his body.

Fan is desolate!
"The deal is done." Li Xuanxiao flicked his sleeves, and the thread of love disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Now, you may leave."

The drummer said nothing, but turned around silently with the thunderous drum in his arms, his whole body exuding a bloody murderous aura that could not be concealed no matter what.

Li Xuanxiao glanced at the drummer's departing figure and said, "When love is severed, sinful debts are born."

"The pawnshop's rating for love is purple, Drummer, are you really as heartless as you say?"

How does the drummer feel about Qin Juexian? Perhaps only the drummer himself knows...

"The more insane the love, the deeper the hatred. This love story of life and death has just begun."

As he raised his hand, two more beams of light flew out, hanging in the air side by side with the drummer's love thread.

"Fan Qiliang, Qin Juexian, what choices will you make?" Li Xuanxiao flicked his sleeves, and a sharp, piercing wail erupted from the glass bottle that held the threads of love. The words "Purple Resentment" appeared on the bottle, and the purple mist within condensed into the image of a broken-string qin playing the zither, weeping blood. He glanced at the drummer's stumbling back and suddenly recited a prayer: "Love threads sever, sinful debts arise, the drum's sound shatters the Naihe Bridge."

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There are twelve levels of love in Wangchuan, each level has its own scenery.

A life without dreams and a laugh, one step closer to love.

But at the end of the twelve cloud steps of the Heaven of Love, in the ten-thousand-foot-long shark silk tent, the spring scene was boiling, the delicate body was like mud, the beauty was like water, the charming words were like waves, and several red silks were wrapped around the white body. The ground was full of tattered pieces of cloth, which were blown away by the wind, which showed that the battle was fierce.

The Lord of Love, the Bone Flute of the Three Mysterious Sounds of Northern Martial Arts, Fan Qiliang, can be seen to be full of charm even when he is asleep.

However, at this moment, Fan Qiliang's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and in his mind and dreams, a terrifying scene that frightened him was playing out -

"Fan Qiliang, come and die!"

The drum beats shook the sky, the mysterious sound was like thunder, and the face I had been thinking about day and night now contained the most determined murderous intent and madness. The strange drums and the familiar people played the most terrifying and most unwilling to hear death music in this life.

"what!"

Waking up from a nightmare, Fan Qiliang sat up straight, his eyes full of fear. The handsome but bloodshot eyes in his mind lingered for a long time.

"Master, what happened?"

On the side, Lame Xiao heard the sound and came forward to ask about the condition of Bone Xiao. There was no anger in his eyes, nor did he show any strange emotion because of the beauty that Fan Qiliang showed at the moment.

Fan Qiliang did not answer, but just looked at Bo Xiao's handsome face, breathing heavily. After a moment, he laughed out loud again.

The laughter grew from small to large, so much so that the breasts on Fan Qiliang's chest rose and fell like waves.

If there were other people here, they would have blushed or admired it with relish, but at this moment, only Bo Xiao was here.

Faced with the beauty displayed by Fan Qiliang, Bo Xiao did not show any change of emotion. He just watched Fan Qiliang go from being frightened to laughing. He didn't understand why, but he didn't need to understand.

After a long time, Fan's sad laughter gradually stopped. Looking at Bo Xiao, she smiled slightly, raised Bo Xiao's chin with her finger, and whispered, "How is it? Does it look good, Xiao Le'er?"

"The master is naturally very beautiful." Bo Xiao answered truthfully.

"Ha." Fan Qiliang smiled and gently leaned his head on Bo Xiao's shoulder. "Xiao Le'er, are you curious? What did I dream about just now?"

"If the master is willing to tell me, I will naturally listen." Lame Xiao replied.

Upon hearing this, Fan Qiliang smiled even more charmingly, "What a cunning little Le'er."

As he spoke, Fan Qiliang had already stripped Bo Xiao's coat off. "Xiao Le'er, do you know that just now, I dreamed that I was dead?"

(End of this chapter)