After the Black Bear Spirit's choice, the table was full of more than two dozen dishes, and after she ate a little, the Black Bear Spirit ate all the food on the table at a speed that swept away the leaves in a strong wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why don't you regret it?"

"We are different from you, we have seen too many excellent geniuses in our long lives, not to mention the three clans, since we came to the world after the death of Wenqu Xing, there are too many capable geniuses who have been destroyed."

Her lips pursed subconsciously, indeed, many geniuses have been destroyed in time, even if they are geniuses who come out of the writing circle every year, they can't be counted.

"Also, you are not like us humans, but the one who hired someone to harm the quasi-god became a god like this? Isn't there anyone going to pursue these things? And how cruel it is to break off a writer's finger. She tucked the fabric into her bag, thinking she knew it was over today.

"What about cruelty? We are meant to survive in a world of the jungle, and those who are not capable of surviving will not occupy any of our thoughts, and the one who is killed not only breaks his fingers, but also covers his face with a congested mouth and a hair. The black bear spirit also put away the rope that bound the immortals.

Under the words of the black bear spirit, she knew that such an act was to make the dead Anxia unable to code, unable to speak, and faceless.

Even if it is a ghost, it is impossible to do what it wants to do like other ghosts, especially if it is not in addition to these, and it is nailed to the mass grave with bone nails until the soul dissipates and cannot leave.

The sound of the hand that had been on the table was very crisp, especially obvious in the silent room.

In her mind, she was not as quiet as her face, standing directly in the space where her magic pen and ghost qi were, and shouted out An Xia, she wondered if An Xia was really treated like that.

"Anxia, I know you can hear it, you come out, you tell me if it's true!" Her voice doubled as Anxia didn't appear, with a trembling broken sound, and her body was constantly trembling.

I can't imagine how Leng Suran was so ruthless to An Xia, let alone whether An Xia was still tortured by that.

"It's true, Leng Suran came to see me the day before I went to the internal annual meeting, and killed me under the watchful eye of my ghost, what actions did I do, but these were originally useful for ordinary ghosts, and the only thing I endured was a broken finger." Anxia appeared in front of her, her long hair hanging down softly.

"Will your phalanges ever recover?" She inexplicably felt An Xia's hand recover, An Xia was definitely an unimaginable god.

Obviously, he has never seen the essay written by An Xia once, Mo Xiaozao can feel it from his heart, and Anxia's confidence in every article he has read seems to be absolutely perfect as long as An Xia wants to write an article.

"Originally, it would not have recovered, but after meeting you, my body was exorcised by the Yanshi, and as long as I was in it, my body would be restored until I came back to life again."

"Your spine." She paused again as she spoke, and looked at her magic pen, no matter how she said it, it was because of her Anxia that she took out the magic pen that had been in her body.

"My spine has been found, rest assured that as long as I am by your side, I will get what I want, and because you are by my side, you will improve more and more, and when you reach the position of the great god, you will know where I want to take you." Anxia approached her side and reached out to pinch her little face.

Leng Suran's painted skin is really getting more and more powerful, and now she can make the appearance of this painted skin in her mind, and she should have put a lot of thought into this painted skin.

It's a pity that the painted skin is made by Leng Suran's qi, and after wearing it on her body and clashing with the qi of the magic brush, it is enough for a year.

"Okay."

Her consciousness came out of her mind, stretched a big lazy waist, her delicate appearance was still exquisite, and her body stood up condescendingly looked at the black bear spirit, revealing an elegant smile.

"I'm troublesome to the old man today, that's what Xiaozao wants to know, as for those old stories, I just want to use them as realistic material for writing articles in the future." As she spoke, she closed the door and left the room.

Following the stairs downstairs, her body showed the most elegant posture, and she went downstairs to take the bill for her meal, and she couldn't wait to strangle the black bear spirit for a meal of tens of thousands of yuan.

There were shiny neon lights outside the swaying bus, or because it was the last bus, the light inside the bus was very dim and extremely cold, she subconsciously tightened her clothes, and found that the road outside was different from the previous driving.

Suddenly, the bus stopped, and an old woman was wearing a jacket from the Republic of China era and carrying a bag, in which a dozen dozen pieces of yellow paper were exposed.

Mo Xiaozao's body was cold, and she quickly stood up and looked at the station on the car, which also attracted everyone's attention, and then she realized that she had actually made a ghost car! And it's a ghost car that doesn't know where it's going!

Boom.

Her head slammed into the bus as it braked suddenly, and a trace of red flowed from her head, and almost instantly countless greens shot at her from the eyes around her.

The old woman who was in the car walked to her side, patted her, pinned a hundred flowers on her head, pulled her and began to scold, "You are a dead girl, obviously my son is married to the underworld, but you want to run!" Look how I teach you when I go back. ”

"Me!" She was interrupted by the old woman before she could say a word, and her body was torn and she had to follow the old woman's footsteps.

"Master driver, I'm going to take my disobedient daughter-in-law out of the car, this is the fare." The old woman took out a wad of yellow paper from her baggage, handed it to the driver, and pushed her vigorously, "Go down, go down, it's a little girl who has caused trouble." ”

"Mother-in-law, how can your daughter-in-law be angry with a living person." The driver stared at her, his rotting face staring at her, his green eyes staring at her.

"It's just a little girl who just died, and you also know that the fresher the child who is married to the underworld, the better." The old woman put her hand on her shoulder, pushed her down, and then put a wad of yellow paper on the driver of the car, "I'm sorry to trouble everyone, go back and take it." ”

She watched as the old woman got out of the car, and it was dark all around, and the only glimmer of light was not yet far away.

The old woman pulled her over, leaned into her side with a pale face, sniffed it carefully several times, and threw the white flowers on her head on the ground, "Why are you not a living person in a ghost car?" I really think I'll live a long life. ”

"You're not dead?"

"I'm a dead ghost, and I see that I'm a god, although it's not orthodox, it's a god anyway!" The old woman threw the yellow paper bag on the ground, wiped her face indiscriminately, and took off the paper shoes on her feet.

Mo Xiaozao didn't have much curiosity about these actions in front of him, but he was curious about the slightly flickering gold, what kind of god was it, just bring her out like this, shouldn't you purify those ghosts?

(To be continued.) )