Chapter 22: Mu Yidan

"Very good, first question, what are you afraid of, why have you always been distracted?" The lobby of Mingyue Building is very large, but there are very few people eating, even the people serving the food are in a hurry, carefully doing their own things, lowering their heads and not saying anything and not daring to do anything, no one will notice the actions of the woman in yellow and Su Yue and her group. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The shopkeeper's body trembled obviously: "I'm afraid...... Afraid of ghosts ......"

"What the hell?" the woman in yellow frowned and looked at the shopkeeper.

"Tree ghost, there is a ...... on the sycamore tree The sycamore tree in the town has become a spirit, there are ghosts, and some people hear someone shouting every night, what a sycamore tree, what a golden phoenix, and some people are killed by it, you must not talk about it, you can't say it, whoever says who dies. The shopkeeper said that even his hands were trembling, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"What sycamore tree, what golden phoenix, what kind of voice, has anyone ever seen a tree ghost?" The face of the woman in yellow suddenly changed, and she turned over the body of the shopkeeper and said loudly, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around, hearing the plane tree, the golden phoenix, and everyone sitting and eating around left the Mingyue Building in a panic as if they saw some ghosts, and even the other shopkeepers in the store hid.

Tang Yuan hurriedly went up and grabbed the woman in yellow: "Okay, he's going crazy if he goes on like this." ”

The woman in yellow slapped Tang Yuan's hand away: "Don't care, you can't die." The woman in yellow's hands were also trembling, originally she was just curious about what was going on in this town, so she followed the method of Su Yue and her party to find a shopkeeper and ask, but who knows......

"If you continue like this, he will collapse, this fairy friend, we are asking about things and not harming people. Tang Yuan stood in the middle of the woman in yellow and the shopkeeper, and only then could he see her face clearly. Like a flower, delicate but not charming, the eyes of pear blossoms with rain make people feel a little pity for no reason.

Tang Yuan paused for a moment before he spoke: "Girl, you should be from Penglai, and only the people of Penglai can control the thoughts of others so easily, but Penglai has always been to help people out of the sea of suffering, if the girl continues to ask, it will not help this town, but will harm innocent people." ”

The woman in yellow looked at Tang Yuan, at this time his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his delicate hand grabbed the shopkeeper tightly for a long time before letting go: "I originally wanted to do you a favor, but now I want to ask you to help me." ”

"We?" Tang Yuan looked at the woman in yellow.

"Miss Suyue, Tang Yuan, Xia Qiu, Xia Manyi, I know the four of you, I am from Penglai, and I escorted Jin Lingzhi with Senior Brother Huainian last time. Mu Yidan looked at the shopkeeper who had fainted and sighed, and then continued.

"I'd like to ask you a favor for me, about the Dryads. If I can find the tree ghost, I am willing to return the Sycamore Sword to you. ”

Hearing the sword of demon suppression, the four of them couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, how could she know about the sword of demon suppression. Su Yue and Xia Qiu glanced at each other, Penglai disciple, knowing the sword of demon suppression, could this person be the one who grabbed the sword?

Before Su Yue and Xia Qiu had more time to think, Mu Yidan slapped a sword on the table, leaving all four of them staring and unable to speak.

The sword of the demon suppression, which had disappeared for a whole day, appeared again, right in front of his eyes, and Xia Qiu stepped forward to grab the sword.

"Little girl, don't bother, the four of you can't take the sword away from me. Mu Yidan's hand did not leave the sword of the demon suppression, and looked at the four people indifferently, without any nervousness at all because of the sword.