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Chapter 1

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Author: Ling Han Eats Hazelnuts

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What?There are ghosts?

Wait until I finish participating in this exhibition before going to help you kill your soul

What?Alien?

Can you wait until I finish eating before sending me the photos of the scene!

What?Monsters and monsters come out and go berserk?

Boss, how about we trick them into fighting themselves... huh?They have no IQ?How could such a low-level person survive in the spirit world!

What?The world is going to end?

Boss, this is my resignation letter, I will not send it to outer space...

This is a funny and happy world, with you, me, and him, hand in hand, no one will leave

The rivers and lakes are in the midst of showing off, how can they not stop fighting?~

Content tags: A special liking for a match made in heaven

Search keywords: Protagonist: Chuzheng┃Supporting role: All members┃Others: Did you grow up happily today?

[-]. The pants are all taken off, you tell me it’s fake?

Boundless drizzle enveloped this golden mountain village, and after a dry winter, the branches sprouted green buds under the moisture of the rain, exuding the breath of life.

This is the sign of spring.

She opened a bright yellow umbrella, stepped on the water, and walked across the broken bridge.The umbrella is painted with elegant white plums, which seem to bloom in the rain.The long sleeves embroidered with gold thread slid down, and the golden tassels dangled at the end of the sleeves, revealing half of the white and slender arms.

He wanted to go up and call her, but saw her throwing her umbrella and turning around.

She raised her hand to remove the gold ornaments from her hair. Her long black hair was tangled in the rain, and as the black hair scattered, it turned white inch by inch.

The corners of the girl's mouth hooked up. She opened her mouth, but the red color faded from her lips, and she was as pale as death.There are no teeth in her mouth, and her smile is so dark that it seems to pull people into the bottomless abyss.

Blood flowed from her eyes and stained her face.

There was a hoarse cry from her throat, which seemed to be a soft call, but also a curse of blood and tears.

Ye Zhixiao woke up from the dream.

He paused for a second before he couldn't help panting, as if trying to get all the fear out of his lungs.

His back was soaked in cold sweat, and inexplicable fear spread from his heart, and the cold touch spread from his joints, covering every corner of his body.

It was obviously a terrible scene, but the fear was mixed with sadness, and the silent emotion kidnapped a certain piece of the heart, and the pain was too painful to ignore.

Ye Zhixiao raised his hand and looked at it for a while, then covered his face, weeping silently.

If there is something that Ye Zhixiao wants to tell the majority of compatriots, "Don't go to the comic exhibition with rotten girls or nerdy schoolgirls", this must be the sentence at the top of the candidate list.

At six o'clock in the morning, the cruel woman kicked open the door of the house and dragged him up from the bed with a headache.Dressing up and putting on make-up, simply and rudely turned an otaku junior into a gentleman like the wind, the second young master of Tibetan swords.

Then he was picked up and thrown into the car like a little jerk. Gao Yang, who was dressed in the shape of the second young lady of the Pojun, swept her hair behind her, pushed her sunglasses, and said, "If the clothes are wrinkled, I will call you to death." "Get into the driver's seat.

With admiration (hai) and admiration (pa) for this Qufeng senior, Ye Zhixiao never struggled in his heart, and sat upright with his back stiff.

Under the thunder (sang) Li (xin) wind (bing) (kuang) of the senior sister, I arrived at the venue after only tossing and turning for more than an hour.It was too early to let go, Ye Zhixiao listlessly lined up with Grandpa Ken's chicken wings in his mouth, his eyes half-closed, his hair drooping heavily all over his body.

Senior sister Zhou Bapi met Jiyou and had no time to take care of him, so Ye Zhixiao simply stood there with his eyes closed and meditated, but in a daze he heard someone chuckle in his ear.

What kind of play is senior sister playing?Feeling helpless for a while, Ye Zhixiao sighed and opened his eyes, only to see a yellow suit slowly passing by in the blurred field of vision that was not yet in focus.

The white plum blossoms on the man's yellow umbrella are lifelike, with long sleeves fluttering, and golden tassels hanging from the tail of the sleeves, fluttering in the wind.

This scene was so familiar that Ye Zhixiao shuddered in shock and woke up instantly.

As far as the eye can see, there is only the half-open gate of the venue, and the staff are wearing shirts with the logo of the Three Swordsmen School, scattered and doing preparations.

Ye Zhixiao looked at the palm of his hand, the fate lines were complicated, Ye Zhixiao slowly raised his hand, and when he got close, he suddenly smelled it coming from the palm of his hand, faintly The fragrance of white plums.

Ye Zhixiao threw away his hand in an instant, his heart jumped up suddenly, and fear hit his heart again.Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. He felt that he was being entangled, and wanted to turn around and leave, but he was patted on the shoulder without moving.

Ye Zhixiao turned his head suddenly, and saw the senior sister with a puzzled face.

"Hey Zhixiao, did you masturbate too much yesterday? You look so bad?" The senior shook her hand in front of Ye Zhixiao, tilting her head and looking worried.

Ye Zhixiao closed his eyes, bit his lip hard to calm himself down.He adjusted his breathing deeply, kicked twice more vigorously, swallowed hard, and let his throat make a sound: "No...it's okay..."

This made the senior sister's brows furrow even deeper.

Ye Zhixiao tried his best to smile at people, and after explaining a few words, people's worries faded away a little.

Seeing the person still pouted, Ye Zhixiao, who recovered a bit, sighed, shook his head, and just wanted to continue explaining, but saw the dark pattern on the senior sister's sleeve embroidered with golden chrysanthemums, obviously smiling a lot, but Ye Zhixiao suddenly Thinking of it, the girl in the dream was dressed in a broken army, as beautiful as a flower.

After entering the venue, the senior quickly put Ye Zhixiao aside. Ye Zhixiao calmly looked at the swarming crowd, and felt that he should find a place where there were few people.

After finally trying to get rid of the crowd and walking to the corner, I found another stall. I was just about to break my face and change places, but found that there was no one at this stall.

Other stalls were full of goods, but this stall only had a few books, a strangely shaped bamboo tube, and a few ancient coins.The stall owner came out with a Xiuluo. From Ye Zhixiao's position, she could only see the person shaking the bow tie on her head and reading a book with her head buried low.

Ye Zhixiao stood there for a while, and saw a few girls coming over, looked through the things on the stall and asked a few questions to the stall owner.It seems to be a sudden book that has never been seen before. The girls asked about the author and the plot, exchanged opinions and tried to ask the price.

The stall owner who kept his head buried all the time raised his head, and Ye Zhixiao saw that it was a very cute... child...

The face is round and small, the eyes are big, and the facial features look like they are only nine or ten years old. They are so cute that people want to pinch them.Seeing someone yelling, the child put down the book in his hand, and spoke in a childish voice: "This is not for sale..."

A group of girls were overwhelmed by the cute mother's love, no matter what kind of books, they all turned around this little cutie.A bold girl pinched her face with her hand, but was greeted with a warm smile.Then there was a small scream from the group of girls, and more hands were stretched out.The child was not angry, just smiled sweetly, his eyes were shining and beautiful like black pearls.

After laughing for a while, someone remembered that they came to visit the comic exhibition, so they said goodbye to the stall owner in twos and threes, and left reluctantly.

Ye Zhixiao stared blankly for a while, and only came back to his senses when everyone was gone.In a blink of an eye, he saw that Southern Emperor Xiuluo smiled at him and waved.

Ye Zhixiao looked around to see that he was indeed the only one, then moved over with a blank mind.

Xiao Xiuluo pulled out a bench from the bottom of the booth, pushed it towards Ye Zhixiao, motioned him to sit down, then took the bamboo tube on the table and tilted her head with a smile: "Big brother, do you want to tell a fortune?"

Huh huh huh?What is fortune telling?Ye Zhixiao was aroused by this wrong style of painting to make complaints, and countless complaints flashed in his heart in an instant, and the words were like a barrage of bullets.

He opened his mouth, and in the end he only took the sentence with the largest word: "Foretelling... Isn't it supposed to be Chunyang's skill?"

"Yeah~" Little Lolita admitted with a face of "the sense of disobedience is offline", blinking her eyes: "This is my brother's stall, I just manage it. My brother is a Very handsome Taoist Master Huashan (＾U＾)ノ～”

Ye Zhixiao struggled for a while between "Is your brother a magic stick" and "Is it really okay if the hosting is so unprofessional", and finally decided not to be as knowledgeable as a child who speaks with emoji, picked up the book on the table and flipped through it turn.

The book that said "not for sale" was very thin. Ye Zhixiao opened it and looked at it and found that there were only four chapters, but the illustrations and cover were quite exquisite, no wonder those girls couldn't put it down.

"The rivers and lakes are in the blood..." Ye Zhixiao read the name of the book softly, always thinking that this name must have been read by many people with smiling faces.

Ye Zhixiao put the book back with an inexplicable mood, looked up at Xiao Xiuluo still with a faint smile, his brows and eyes were all gentle.

The spirit that has been tortured all this time seems to have settled down, Ye Zhixiao stared blankly at Xiuluo, and the desire to confide came up.

"Want to talk?" Xiuluo put down the bamboo tube, with a hint of encouragement in her smile.

Ye Zhixiao nodded desperately, put his hands under his clothes and pinched his knees fiercely.

The girl in yellow held the umbrella, and walked gently with the gentle and sad rain. She was smiling, but her eyes were full of madness that would destroy everything.

[-]. You have to believe that the last chapter is about you.

When those two people patted his shoulders and stared at him carefully, Ben's song style, which dragged Jiyou angrily for half an hour, finally remembered what he was here for.

She turned around and saw two people standing behind her, both dressed in cosplay, blindingly handsome.

The slightly taller one was wearing a white and blue Dingguo Taoist gown, holding a handful of jade Qing Xuanming, his facial features were handsome but his expression was indifferent and stern, causing the girls to salivate and shout