Chapter 93 Bah, you bitch! (Please subscribe) “What’s wrong?” Qin Yao laid two pieces of rice paper flat on the long table and asked casually. “It’s okay if you don’t call me. It’s no good if you call me. I think about it, and I feel like a tool and a scapegoat!” Xiao Wenjun muttered. "What nonsense are you talking about... nonsense." Qin Yao almost told the truth with his bald mouth, coughing dryly: "Since we shared life and death in the underworld teahouse that night, I have regarded you as a close partner who fights side by side." “Really?” Xiao Wenjun looked suspicious. "Of course it's true. You can question my strength, but you can't question my character." “Then you called me out this time because you just wanted to chat?” Xiao Wenjun suddenly asked. Qin Yao smiled, picked up a writing brush and said, "The night is long, why don't we chat while writing?" Xiao Wenjun: “???”
I believed your evil deeds! Shit’s close companion! Let the ghost draw Taoist symbols... Can you be a good person? "The pen is an ordinary pen, the paper is ordinary paper, and the talisman is an auxiliary talisman. If you are not psychic, it will not have much impact on you." Looking at her collapsed look, Qin Yao comforted her softly. "I don't want it! Even if you beat me to pieces today and my soul is gone, I won't copy a talisman for you." Xiao Wenjun clenched his fists and said. Qin Yao glanced at her and said lightly: "Let you **** some of my yang energy." "Why?" Xiao Wenjun blinked and glanced at Qin Yao secretly, with a troubled expression on his face: "This is not a matter of Yang Qi or Yang Qi..." "one night." Xiao Wenjun: “Two nights.” “It’s a beautiful idea, so forget it if you don’t write it down.” Qin Yao said. Xiao Wenjun was a little panicked: "Eight hours!" “Up to six…” Shortly after. Xiao Wenjun held the writing brush in his hand and stood beside Qin Yao: "What talisman should I start writing with?" … “Woo~” “Woo~”
In the latter half of the night, fierce winds suddenly blew from the sky, and dark clouds obscured the moonlight. A chill spread quickly from the entrance of Yizhuang to the courtyard, awakening all the Taoist priests. Almost at the same time, frost began to appear on the stone steps in front of the door. Yan Ruyupingpingtingting, who had just been trained and took up the job, came to the gate, stood behind the wide open wooden door, and said kindly: "I also ask the distinguished guests to use their magical powers, and don't disturb others' rest." "I did it on purpose." The cold fog rolled in and came, and then a beautiful woman in pink and black clothes walked out of the fog. Her powerful aura made Yan Ruyu's soul tremble, and she instinctively took a step back. "I don't quite understand what you mean." Yan Ruyu calmed down and looked up at the other party. Even though she is also a woman, or a female ghost, she is still amazed by the other person's temperament and appearance. “You deliberately made such a big noise, you must not be here to redeem the paper?” Song Zhuo, wearing a robe, holding a peach wood sword in his hand, came to the door with several fellow apprentices. The pink-and-daisy woman thought for a while, then smiled. The charming smile made many Taoist priests lose their minds at a glance: "I'm really not here to buy ghost paper..." "Why do I keep meeting such top-notch female ghosts lately?" At this time, Mao Shanming walked out of the room with sleepy eyes. After seeing the face of the woman outside the door, he suddenly became energetic. With Xiao Wenjun, Yan Ruyu, and the female ghost at the door, he has seen more beautiful female ghosts during this period than in the previous half of his life. Uncle Jiu walked out of the room with his sword in hand, his eyebrows full of solemnity: "Is the lady from the underworld?" Judging from the strength of his sixth-level earth master, he couldn't see through the opponent's cultivation level. If she hadn't come from hell, this kind of strength could be called the King of Ghosts in the human world! “Cough.” Qin Yao brought Xiao Wenjun to the courtyard, coughed lightly and said: "Master, fellow disciples, she should be here to see me." Uncle Jiu: “???” A group of Maoshan disciples: "???" Mao Shanming took a breath of cold air and felt that his mentality was about to collapse. What is this! Xiao Wenjun is related to him, Yan Ruyu is related to him, and this new female ghost is related to him! Does this nephew have some special hobbies? As he thought about it, Mao Shanming actually became envious. I have to say, these female ghosts are really awesome! "It's time to leave." Uncle Jiu was helpless and waved his hands to his fellow Maoshan disciples. The Taoist priests turned around and left, but after a while they opened the windows one after another. Even those fellow students whose windows were at a bad angle simply stood on the porch and watched from a distance. Qin Yao exhaled a breath of white air and walked forward with a smile. When the soles of his feet stepped on the stone steps in front of the door, the extremely powerful Yang Qi quickly evaporated away the frost: "Are you satisfied with the results of the test?" The pink and white woman smiled slightly, her eyebrows shining: "For now...it's okay."
Qin Yao laughed dumbly and waved: "Come in, let me introduce you." The pink and white woman put away her magical powers and restrained her momentum. The ghost king's grace transformed into thousands of styles under the starlight. Her every frown and smile captivated people's hearts. “I’ll speak for myself.” She walked into the courtyard openly and said to a group of figures who were looking at her openly or covertly: "I come from hell, my identity is the Montenegro Saint, the Montenegro of the old demon of Montenegro!" Uncle Jiu: “…” Mao Shanming: “…” They know very well what the four words "Black Mountain Old Demon" mean in the underworld! But a group of uninformed fellow disciples were full of questions. I don’t understand why Jiu Shu and Mao Shanming lost their voices just hearing a name. Qin Yao was speechless: "Speak well, why are you trying to scare my master and uncle?" Xiao Zhuo laughed: "I didn't scare them. What I said was the truth... Okay, okay, you two Taoist priests, you can call me Xiao Zhuo." Uncle Jiu and Mao Shanming looked at each other. It is said that those who don’t know are fearless. Qin Yao, who only knew the Black Mountain Old Demon from the movie, is one who doesn’t know, so he doesn’t have much respect for Xiao Zhuo. But the Black Mountain Old Demon in Uncle Jiu and Mao Shanming’s impressions was conveyed through Maoshan’s ancestors in hell. Just three words: Can’t afford to offend! Now when they meet, it's really hard for them to say the word "Xiao Zhuo" out of their mouths. “Let’s call you Miss Zhuo.” Uncle Jiu took a deep breath and said seriously. Xiao Zhuo didn't care about this, nodded and said: "You can do whatever you want, it doesn't matter to me. By the way..." As she said that, she suddenly turned to look at Qin Yao: "Where should I stay tonight?" Qin Yao pondered for a moment and said slowly: "There are no vacancies in Yizhuang. Why don't I suffer a little loss? Can you squeeze in with me?" Uncle Jiu and others said they didn’t want to be shocked anymore and their claws were already numb. Xiao Zhuo blinked and said with a half-smile: "Okay, you're not afraid, so what should I be afraid of? But, I'm afraid some people don't want to." Qin Yao followed her gaze and saw Xiao Wenjun looking like I was very unhappy, holding his shoulders and squinting at them. Like… Looking at a couple of dogs and men! (End of this chapter)