The cold wind continued to roar, and Dao Wu and Fu Xi's faces were completely stiff.
Could this be the sound of shattered dreams?
Jian Fan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Rong Nan, who smiled and toasted to her.
"Okay, since you can't tell me, I won't force you.
Daowu Master, right?
I only have one question, how did you know me?"
Jian Fan's helpless look really made it difficult for Daowu Master to speak. .
"Beautiful sister, you are very famous in the circle, but you are mysterious and mysterious.
Everyone thinks you are an old monster."
Fuxi said childishly, with an innocent face and a bad belly.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the master met a real master this time.
The old monster Jian Fan took a deep breath.
She was in the prime of her youth, and a flower that bloomed happily was actually said to be an old monster.
Seeing that Jian Fan was about to suppress her anger, a wine glass appeared out of thin air and forced it into her mouth.
A spicy taste came out of her throat.
Jian Fan's face turned from white to red and she coughed violently.
Leaving her speechless.
She could only stare at the instigator with her big eyes and express her dissatisfaction.
"Don't worry, that's not my cup.
Look, if you look at me again, I won't fall in love with you."
Rong Nan approached leisurely and said a few gentle words that made Jian Fan cough.
His strength was gone.
Hearing someone's big noise, he smiled strangely, "Old Taoist, Xiao Fanfan is asking you, where did you hear about what happened tonight?"
It was the first time Daowu saw such an arrogant and terrifying "ghost" and he seemed a little dumbfounded.
He turned around stiffly and found his apprentice, "Fuxi, how did I get the news?"
Fuxi held her forehead, the tenderness just now had collapsed, and the maturity that did not match her age appeared inadvertently.
"Master, weren't you playing with talismans while we were having dinner yesterday?
You accidentally overheard the conversation between a boss and the foreman in the next box."
"Oh, that's right."
Daowu slapped his head suddenly, and the huge force made his palms and forehead numb.
Fuxi simply closed his eyes.
"Fellow Taoist, poor Taoist, ah, I heard your client's conversation yesterday.
I'm so sorry, so sorry."
"It's easy to handle if you know I'm sorry."
Rong Nan's beautiful hand was already on Jian Fan's back to help her calm down.
Her unhurried tone really made people slap him, "There's nothing here.
It’s not a natural place to raise corpses.
We’ve taken care of the zombies, so I’ll ask the Taoist priest to clean them up.”
Before Dao Wu could react, Rong Nan took Jian Fan's collar and disappeared without any movement.
"Master, you have to work for nothing again."
Fu Xi sighed.
His master's work for nothing was no different from his work for nothing.
Going south this way is simply a trap for the disciples.
"No, Fuxi, they paid me a lot, and it's not low."
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Dao Wu glanced at the two extra top-quality breath-absorbing charms in his pocket, and his admiration never stopped.
It was him who encouraged him, "You Say, will we meet again?"
"With your lies, we will meet each other if we are destined."
Fu Xi tugged on his master's sleeve again, "Let's get to work and return to the human state, master."
The space was distorted again, and Rong Nan appeared in a living room with Jian and Fan.
The layout of this living room was very strange.
The walls were yellow, the color of talisman paper, and the wooden floor.
There are only two low stools in the middle, and a small table with a piece of white paper on one of them.
The signature on the white paper is Xiaozhuan Zhiwengfanfan.
There are tall ancient shelves on the east and west sides of the living room.
On the east side are cans of tea, and on the west side are tea sets.
The whole room is filled with a light fragrance of tea.
Jian Fan suddenly took action, aiming directly at Rong Nan's hand holding her, as fast as the wind.
Rong Nan slowly let go, and Jian Fan suddenly fell from the air.
She turned somersaults before landing, her white calves sticking out of her long cotton-padded jacket, and her target was changed to her perilous lower abdomen.
Rong Nan could not avoid it, but just floated there, and Jian Fan passed directly through his body.
She landed deftly, with a look of dissatisfaction on her face, "This is not fair, why can I not touch you but you can touch me?"
"Do you want to compare with me?"
Rong Nan's slow way of speaking really deserves a beating.
How could he have thought it was a good ghost in the first place?
Jian Fan felt extremely regretful for his vision.
Forget it, a good girl won’t fight with ghosts.
"It's late at night, ma'am, rest."
The sound of grinding teeth came from the living room.
Jian Fan went crazy again, "Why did I get into this pirate ship of yours in the first place?"
"You must be fascinated by my beauty.
It's okay.
You don't have to say anything.
I don't mind."
Rong Nan took out a delicate small mirror from his arms and looked at the left and right, Jian Fan heard "Perfect" in a certain ghost's "arrogant words". call.
Jian Fan said that he was defeated.
She waved her hand and walked directly towards the north wall.
A red light flashed on the yellow wall and she walked through.
Stepping onto the ground again, Jian Fan came to the real living room, complete with sofa and TV.
But she was indifferent, turned into the corridor, and entered her room.
The little scarecrow hanging at the door of the room shook a little and changed its face.
There was a small piece of paper stuck on its chubby belly.
It originally said "in", but it was replaced by "go" in simplified and traditional Chinese.
The simple and traditional rooms don't look like girls' rooms.
The same yellow wall, there is a desk in front of the window, there is nothing on the desk, everything is placed in the drawer.
To the left of the desk is an invisible cloakroom, with simple and traditional clothes occupying only one corner.
On the right side is the bookshelf.
There are no books on the bookshelf except school textbooks.
It is filled with yellow talismans and some magic weapons.
The bed is not very big, and the blanket with some small floral flowers brings the only youthful atmosphere.
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The whole room felt a little empty.
Jian Fan took off his cotton-padded jacket, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and got into bed.
Jian Fan's physique is extremely yin.
Even if she has good cultivation and skills, her body cannot adjust on its own.
When it comes to fighting the weather, her body is not as good as an ordinary person's.
While she was complaining about why zombies were unearthed on the winter solstice, she recalled the scene when she first met Rong Yu That morning, it was easy to lead her to a state of debauchery.
He said that the king of hell was pressing for marriage too hard, and he was really tired of hearing it.
Suddenly when he met her that morning, he felt that it was you, so when she was in a daze, she and he were already in a ghostly relationship. couple.
He said that they can be work partners, she can walk in yin and yang, and a pair of yin and yang eyes is a blessing from God.
He taught her skills little by little, and they gradually became familiar with each other, and she finally understood that his gentleness was not a pretense, but was innately noble.
But the biggest skill of this guy is to make people angry to death without paying for it: