Yan Qinqing was treated very well this time, and she didn't feel any discomfort, it was like going down a slide and suddenly reaching the ground. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Co-authoring is even the way of crossing is random?

She felt her body swaying slightly, like in a cradle, a rhythmic sway.

Relieved the feeling that she was still a little confused at first, she still closed her eyes, and felt for a while that this body was lying on her side before she came.

With his left elbow propped up, the back of his hand propped up on his cheek, and his body lying on his side in a soft place, there was no other pain or unwanted feeling.

There was the sound of small conversations, the sound of pedestrians walking, the sound of running water, and the faint scent of flowers that I had never smelled before.

This breath makes people smell relaxed, stretch their body and mind, and the instantaneous treatment improvement makes her a little uncomfortable.

The slight shaking continued, and she slowly took a deep breath of the fragrance of flowers, reminding herself that this was the underworld, and prepare for everything.

No matter what you see, you can't be surprised, otherwise you will be unlucky to have a competitor nearby, and you can see the difference at a glance.

Yan Qinqing couldn't help but laugh when she thought of this, the last ten years are hell on earth, she has never seen anything, why do she have to prepare her mind?

Hmm, as long as you take your time to understand the surroundings and the original owner, the darkness of the underworld is famous, right? It should be easy to find him.

As long as you find black impermanence, if you can't do soft, you will come hard. Fighting for combat value, she has full confidence.

Yan Qinqing thought about everything, slowly opened her eyes, rolled her eyes slightly, and looked around.

She was indeed on a bed, a chariot to be exact, a chariot in action.

Covered with a thick snow-white blanket is flanked on either side by crimson wooden poles, which are covered with exquisitely stretched three-dimensional flower-shaped reliefs.

In the direction where he was lying, he turned his gaze and glanced behind him, and there was a man in front of him.

Handsome appearance, fair face, delicate skin, tall figure, wearing a pure white suit. There is a pattern on the chest, two bright red flowers blooming and intertwined, and there is a golden Chinese number inside, "叁".

His face was expressionless, his beautiful eyes were looking straight ahead, his steps were steady, his palms were held upward, and the top of the wooden pole was floating above his palms.

Yan Qinqing only glanced at it cursoly, and turned his gaze to look ahead.

There was also a man in a white suit in the front, who was about the same height and the same size as the man in the back.

There is also the same pattern in the middle of the back of his suit, the pattern is slightly larger, but the golden Chinese number inside is, "貳".

The man also stared straight ahead, walking slowly and steadily, his body next to another wooden pole, his palm held upward, the top of the wooden pole floating.

The chariot was held up by the two men in this strange way, and slowly moved forward with their gentle steps.

Yan Qinqing thought that this was the underworld, there must be a lot of things that he had never seen before, and he looked ahead without the exclamation in his head.

It is a peculiar street, paved with smooth bluestone. On the left side are houses of different shapes, a quaint house, next to a small two-story villa, and then a two-story embroidery building.

None of them are the same, and there are no rules to speak of, but most of them are retro houses.

Each building opens its doors to the street, and different flags are hung on the doors, some with and some without, and there are people dressed differently who come in and out.

None of these ghosts look so harmonious! None of them have a strange shape and an abominable face, which makes this street look less like the imaginary underworld, more like the street of an ancient town in the world.

These ghosts are men and women, all of them young people, or they are dressed in fashionable modern clothes, or they are dressed in ancient costumes that do not tell that they are from a dynasty.

Most of the ghosts walked slowly and down-to-earth, as if they were shopping, and they looked completely relaxed and casual.

On the right is a river, babbling and flowing, and by the river are bright red flowers blooming, the petals are long and narrow and curl back, the stamens are protruding, and the flowers are clustered together, as if they are swaying slightly with the current.

Yan Qinqing looked at this flower and this river, and suddenly realized, is this the legendary Lechuan River and the flower on the other side?

Looking at the clear and sparkling water of the river, the river surface is reflected against the gorgeous flowers by the river, where it seems to be in the underworld, it is more like a beautiful scenic spot.

She was amazed in her heart, but her face was not visible, and her body did not move, and she kept looking around in the sleeping position of the original owner.

With this slight shaking, she always felt that something was not quite right. Her gaze slowly descended, and now she was finally clear.

She was wearing a plain white brocade robe at the moment, with hidden dark lines flowing between the robes as she swayed, and inside was a silk plain white undergarment. The half-open undershirt and the exposed chest are flat.

She stared at her flat chest with wide eyes, what the hell was this?

She was slightly shocked, her head shook, she felt that her head was a little heavy, and the hand holding her cheek couldn't help but move up slightly, how long is this hat?

When it has grown to this step, there is a jade pillow on it, and this hat is pillowed......

The question of why this body can be so small as a flat chest is that it is divided by this long hat.

"Are you awake?" the man behind him asked in a respectful tone, his voice clear and pleasant.

Yan Qinqing took a deep breath silently, withdrew the hand that was still touching the hat, raised his hand and shook it slightly, looking unwilling to say more.

The man behind him was suddenly silent.

How old are you and who are you?

Yan Qinqing's mind was full of question marks, what kind of officials are there in the underworld? Wouldn't she be lucky enough to let her be the Lord of Yama?

Yan Qinqing's eyes lit up, and she was in a good mood, this adult made her feel that the underworld was really wonderful. Bah, blah,.

Wait, Lord Yama seems to be a man, right?

She suddenly felt that this body was probably not as simple as a flat chest, and the right hand on her side sneaked down from her waist.

This size is very majestic! Ahh

Yan Qinqing suppressed her angry and faintly depressed heart, and kept convincing herself that a man is better than a living corpse, right?

Not to mention a man of such majestic dimensions. Ahh

Yan Qinqing touched the hand on the lower half of his body and slowly put it back to his side, and gradually figured it out, Hei Wuchang should be a man. It seems to be more convenient to possess a man, she doesn't want to possess a beautiful female ghost, and in the end, she needs to use seduction to seduce that trick.

It's not worth it, she has always relied on force to speak, and seducing this kind of life is completely unsuitable for her.

However, with a thick white blanket, a white brocade robe, a subordinate in a pure white suit, and such a long hat, what official in the underworld is dressed like this?