The light song was silent, Xiao Rufeng frowned, and the ink evil became serious. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What does the girl want to know?" The gentleman asked.

Qingge replied: "Just do the math." ”

If it was before, she would not believe in fortune telling, and all the legends of ghosts and gods were to deceive children, but when she was really reborn after her death and attached to Ye Qingge, her view of this world slowly changed.

The gentleman pinched his fingers a few times, and then dipped his saliva, and wrote the word "song" on the table under the disgusted gaze of Mo Xie, "Girl, don't underestimate this song, it has a lot of origins." ”

"Sir, please."

"The song words are separated, which means brother and debt." The head of the gentleman's words is: "Just say this brother word, it is two people, or it can be said that it is two people, or...... Two Souls ......"

As if to reach an endless abyss, Qingge's pupils constricted, and all the traffic around him disappeared, leaving only an empty city and lonely darkness.

"Two souls?"

Mo Xie's noisy voice pulled Qingge's thoughts back, "Don't pretend to be a ghost, fortune tellers are good fortune tellers, you are not telling ghost stories." ”

Obviously, the ink evil was very displeased.

Xiao Rufeng also frowned, this fortune teller seems to have something to say?

The gentleman grinned and said, "Okay, don't scare you, after the word brother is finished, let's talk about this owe word, there are two explanations for this word, owe is one of them, either the girl fails others, or someone else hurts the girl; As for the second one......"

After a pause, he said: "If you look carefully, someone is trapped in it and can't escape, and the ground is drawn as a prison......"

Qingge's limbs were cold, and his face was pale.

Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng didn't understand this gentleman's words, she did.

Two souls, there were two souls in this body, but how did he know about this kind of thing?

Mo Xie found that there was something wrong with Qingge, frowned and sat on the chair in front of the table, "Okay, come and count mine, let's say, what's in my name?" ”

"I'm a fortune teller, not a name guesser." The fortune teller began to get impatient, "How do I know what's in your name......

Ink Evil: "......"

Are fortune tellers so crazy now?

Or has he not come out for too long and does not know that the way of the world has changed?

"Okay, you'll tell me my fate." Mo Evil Dao, he was surprised, how could this fortune teller have a completely different attitude towards him and towards Qingge.

His grandmother's has two faces.

The fortune teller pinched his fingers and said perfunctorily: "Your Excellency has a bloody disaster today, don't forget it, hurry up, don't lead the bad luck to me." ”

Ink Evil: "......"

Xiao Rufeng broke the gong and laughed directly.

"You're the Bloody Plague." Mo Xie was not convinced, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to dry up.

"It's you who have the Bloodlight Plague." The fortune teller waved his hand and made a gesture to catch up, "Hurry up and go, hurry up, I won't accept your money if I'm in a good mood, how far and how far I go." ”

"I said you had a bloody plague!" Mo Xie stomped on the table.

At this time, the Zhou people were already full of people watching the excitement.

The fortune teller didn't admit defeat either, and stood up suddenly, "You have." ”

Mo Xie grabbed the placket of his clothes, "You have." ”

"You are not annoyed, they have said that you have a bloody disaster." The fortune teller punched Mo Xie in the left eye.

Mo Xie was stunned for a moment, but he was fighting with him.

The two of them scuffled on the ground, slurring words and saying that you have a bloody disaster.

Xiao Rufeng looked at the out-of-control scene in front of him a little dumbfounded, what is this?

What's it?

Qingge stood in the middle of the chaotic crowd, chilling to the bone, like falling into an ice cellar, his heart seemed to have been cut open with a knife, bloody, obviously in pain, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

For the first time, Qingge had the illusion of panic.

Even she didn't know what she was panicking about.

At this time, Mo Xie, who was scuffling with the fortune teller, kicked him on the head, and a few strands of blood hung out, Mo Xie patted his sleeve and stood up, snorting arrogantly, "I said that you have a bloody disaster." ”

Everyone: "......"

Since then, among the major legends of the Northern Moon Kingdom, there is the famous name of the ink evil, how many have you seen with the fortune teller?

Not much, he is a great beauty.

Afterward.

When the three of them left, Qingge looked back from among the tens of thousands of people, the fortune teller sat down in embarrassment, the blindfolded black cloth was knocked off by the ink evil, Qingge seemed to see, a pair of purple eyes, like a mandala blooming, beautiful and enchanting, open at the peak of the other side.

Qingge has never seen such beautiful eyes, like elves in a dark country, thousands of charming and charming styles, especially feminine, at that moment, Qingge saw him smile.

The country is overwhelmed, and the fish and geese are falling.

For the first time, Qingge felt that such eight words should describe a man.

Before he had time to take a second look, Mo Xie took Qingge to buy a few strings of sugar gourds, and ate a lot of food, and then went to see acrobatics, flew a kite, and rode a fierce horse to gallop in the suburbs.

Hunting BMW, the wind is blowing, three thousand green silks are intertwined, between heaven and earth, let it go.

At this point, Qingge's mood gradually became hearty, she looked back at the smiling Mo Xie and Xiao Rufeng who was helplessly riding a horse, and thought, maybe, this is youth.

"Night Song." Immediately, Mo Xie suddenly shouted the full name of the light song.

Qingge raised her eyebrows and responded silently.

"After returning from the flowing sea, I buried three jars of wine for you, and after ten years, you will go and take it out yourself." Mo Xie said: "That's the wine made especially for you." ”

In the world, you are the only one who can drink.

The ink evil wind is used to being hot, and he has always been unruly, and he can't say anything about his feelings, but this is the first time he is willing to make wine for others.

And that's all.

Ten years, when Qingge drank the wine that had been buried for her for ten years, she was indeed drunk with flesh and blood.

After the fun, the three went their separate ways.

Qingge entered the night house, and when he walked to Fengyue Pavilion, he smelled the aroma of wine on the edge of the pavilion.

A jar full of wine was scattered around in the gazebo, and the man in the vermilion robe was holding a jar of wine and drinking it refreshedly, but his steps were a little unsteady, and he swayed as if he would fall down at any time.

Night without a trace..

Qingge turned his head to leave, and Ye Wuxian suddenly smashed the wine jar on the ground, the smell of wine overflowed, and he roared weakly, "Do you think I'm perverted?" I'm not worthy to be your brother? Not worthy of being your friend? ”

Light Song is silent.

She never thought about whether she was worthy or not, but she hated the word "use".

Qingge wanted to leave, but Ye Wuxian took a few steps forward, holding on to the pillar, embarrassed, and yelled at Qingge's back: "Night Qingge! ”

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