"......" Ding Guling looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, a bald head who could spell - equal to a monk. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This was a judgment that would have existed a hundred years ago, and it is now. A bald head is not the same as a monk, and many people like to shave their heads.

"Great God, huh, save me." She followed the sound and saw that the female ghost in white was trampled under the feet of the young man in a very aggrieved posture, prostrate on the ground, and was crying for help pitifully with a hand outstretched.

"How can you ......" she wanted to ask, she was also a ghost, how could she let herself be so embarrassed that she couldn't get up when she lay on the ground.

"Woohoo! I'm so pathetic. "Where is the female ghost still screaming, Yue Yuan has lifted her noble feet from her back, and glared at Ding Guling viciously." Is it you, a harmful ghost or a demon, who comes out to do evil! ”

"Who are you?" Ding Guling squatted down and took back the umbrella that was still on Zhou Liang's body, turned his head and asked.

She is very familiar with Chen An City, she has been here for two hundred years, and she knows that there are no such people in the demons and warlocks here.

"I'm a monk, Yue derived." When you hear someone ask him who he is? Yue derived himself habitually introduced and explained himself.

"Poof!" Ding Guling stood up and laughed. He looked at the monk with a smile and smiled. "O monk! But aren't they all poor monks! "No matter how many monks introduce me, they are all upset when they hear it.

Yue Sheng sighed, looking at Ding Guling with clear eyes. "Does a monk need to talk about a poor monk?" He humbly asked, but the master and the brothers didn't teach! Have you never considered yourself a poor monk?

Before leaving, the master also specially instructed him to go down the mountain, and when others asked him whether he was a Taoist priest or a monk, he must say that he was a monk.

Although he didn't understand why Shizu was a Taoist priest, why he became a monk when he came to Shishuzu, changed the temple to a temple, and shaved the heads of the masters, but what the master and Shishuzu said must be right.

"You're here to be funny!" Ding Guling looked at Yue Derivation in disbelief, the two seemed to be crooked, forgetting the fact that they were still facing each other and were going to fight. "Monks need to copy scriptures and read scriptures, and when they open their mouths, they are poor monk Amitabha."

"Amitabha, I know." Yue Yuan heard the characteristics of a monk and said happily. He also recited Amitabha Buddha without disobeying the master's intentions, making people suspect that he was not a monk.

His silly appearance made T-Guling laugh. Tsai carefully observed him, in the worldly eight hundred years, everyone had a turbid breath, more or less pure. His body is like a newborn baby, without any worldly rendering.

This shouldn't be! Seeing that he is also eighteen or nineteen years old, how can he not have the turbidity of worldly rendering, and the freshness tempts her.

She laughed, and the laughing flower branch trembled towards Yue Yuan, stopped five centimeters in front of him, and exhaled towards him. "Then monk, do you want to guess, am I a ghost or a demon?"

Yue Cheng looked at her seriously and carefully, and then frowned. "You don't have the breath of demons and ghosts, but you don't have the breath of people. What are you? “

Demons have demonic powers, and ghosts have ghost energy, all of which can be distinguished by breath. But she doesn't have the breath of a demon on her body? What's that?

"Poof, what a fuss." Ding Guling raised his head and approached him, his bright eyes widening with interest and curiosity, staring straight at Yue Yuan. His hands covered his clean face. "What if one day you guessed what I am? I'm at your mercy. ”

After she finished speaking with a smile on her face, she kissed Yue Derivation very quickly, and the human figure flashed, and it was gone.

Yue Zhen, who was left stunned, was at a loss. The master said that he couldn't let people kiss his face or touch his body, and he couldn't do this to others, otherwise he would be responsible.

But...... Is he responsible for a demon?

In the quiet night, the lively place in Chen'an City is as bright as day, but the quiet and dark place is quiet without a trace of sound.

Like a night cat, the T-Bone Spirit shuttled between the rooftops of houses and trees, and was so fast that she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Liang and the female ghost in white were both packed in a bottle by her, which shrunk to the size of half a little finger and hung on her chest, swaying gently with her rapid movement.

"Don't squeeze me!" The female ghost in white folded her arms, curled herself up, and sobbed.

"Don't touch me." Zhou Liang frowned and shouted dissatisfiedly.

The two ghosts were the size of sesame seeds, arguing in the bottle, colliding in the transparent bottle, and the T-bone spirit outside just glanced at the bottle lightly. The Ruyi bottle is an object forged by her, connected to her heart, and she can feel the movements of the two of them, but others look like just a pendant.

……

The black tight skirt wrapped around the woman's bumpy figure, and the long hair was draped in waves on the back, fluttering with her swaying dance, seductive and beautiful.

The lights on the dance floor flickered, dimmed and brightened, and her face was as seductive and smelly as she was dressed.

Ding Guling stood at the door, and with a stroke of the dark light, a red knee-length skirt appeared on her body, and the cheongsam disappeared out of thin air.

Wearing a modern red dress, she looks much better than a cheongsam. The rosy heels appeared on her legs again, there was no cheongsam, the feeling of nondescript disappeared, and she was a mature woman again. looked at the center of the stage modestly, and everyone looked around, forming a group of dancing friends.

"Hey!" After the dance, Huang Di walked to the bone spirit, put his head to her ear, and exhaled to greet her cordially. "Is the mission accomplished?"

The two sat down at the bar together, and without opening their mouths, the bartender mixed the wine that the two of them often drank and handed it to the two.

Ding Guling shook his head and took a sip of the faint smell of wine from the straw. "What do you know about what I did sixty years ago?"

"Sixty years ago?" Huang Di fell into deep thought, then nodded. "There are memories."

Ding Guling raised his head and motioned for her to speak. Before Huang Di could speak, the bartender who was bartending just now leaned his head and said with high interest. "Sister Bone Spirit, why don't you ask me? What you want to ask about Rosewood High School in Sixty-One Years, Ghost King didn't study at Rosewood High School at that time, so I must not know. ”

"Hey!" Gu Ling smiled coquettishly and raised his eyebrows at the young man. "Dongwei, I can't see it! The memory is so good. ”

"Hey, hey!" Dongwei touched his head innocently. "Sister Gu Ling, the events of that year must be remembered deeply!"

Ding Guling's expression was a little strange, her life was too long, and there were only a few things she could remember. What's more, she is more interested in the memories of some people, those vigorous, or ordinary, but persistent terrible memories, so that she feels delicious at the same time, but also can taste a lot of life pleasures.

"Sister Bone Spirit, don't you remember? At that time, the first high school was established in Chen'an City, and all the monsters were curious to experience the feeling of reading. I also went that year, that is, at Rosewood High School, and met you, Sister Bone Spirit. ”

"I know!" Ding Guling's face darkened, and she asked him to say the point! She knew that. Although she has forgotten a lot of things about herself, she has a general memory, but many details are easy to remember, not amnesia.