Heikou Yao, since childhood, practiced witchcraft, head lowering these strange evil arts, the physique is affected, the lips will lose blood color, turn purple or black, this family also got its name.

They have little contact with the outside world, their surnames are weird, their hearts are ruthless, and they will repay them, because not to mention the Han people, even the 'distant relatives' such as Pingdi Yao and Panshan Yao do not want to have any contact with them. This Heikou Yao in the post house is usually regarded as an outlier that other virtuous people can't provoke, and they all walk around her door, but fortunately, she doesn't like to contact outsiders, and she basically doesn't go out of the house much after moving in.

As soon as she spoke, the room suddenly fell silent, and everyone else was very jealous of her.

Song Yang is the host, even if he doesn't want to cause trouble, he can't help but speak, and smiled at Heikou Yao: "Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone is here to play cards for fun, noisy your quiet, sorry." ”

Yao Nu shook her head: "Why do you have to quarrel with me, what is the relationship, I can't figure out one thing, your baby has a New Year's treat, please go upstairs and downstairs, and bypass my door...... I'll ask if you hate me, fear me, or look down on me. The voice is sweet and crisp, mixed with a half-life Chinese accent from the southwest, and it is not too beautiful and cheerful to say, and it is not too much to describe it with the cry of a lark, which makes people can't help but want to smile. It's a pity that the one who speaks, the snake and scorpion are vicious.

It was Xiao Jiu's idea to greet everyone in the post house for the New Year, and Xiao Jiu went door to door to notify her, but she was afraid and hated and didn't dare to contact the person who fiddled with witchcraft.

Xiao Jiu didn't dare to offend Yao Nu, and didn't want to make trouble for Song Yang, so she timidly wanted to apologize, but before Song Yang could support her, another cold voice came from the gambling table: "If you want to gamble, come in, and if you don't gamble, go away." ”

With an uproar, the crowd of gamblers at the table dispersed, flashing out Chen Hui, who had opened his mouth coldly. Jiading Grandmaster, even if his cultivation is not good, how can he put a Yao girl in his eyes.

"I bet, why don't I bet." Yao Nu said, stretched out her hand, threw a gold ingot on the gambling table, and made a loud bang: "But money gambling money, what do you mean." ”

Chen Hui looked at the gold, then at the demon girl, and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'll bet my hair with gold, just a hair, and you will make money."

Evil magic is guided by beard, this is the simplest common sense, Heikou Yao got whose hair, just wait for someone's life if he pinched someone's life, who dares to take this bet, and everyone in the house will retreat. Yao Nu smiled, because of the color of her lips, it seemed that she was evil, and her eyes were fixed on Chen Hui: "Just bet on your hair, old man, do you dare to ...... it?"

Before she finished speaking, Yao Nu's voice suddenly deflated...... Not to mention the hair, Chen Hui's eyebrows and beard are nothing, and his face is incomparably clean. Yao Nu didn't expect this kind of situation, she was stunned for a while, and she didn't know what to say.

Chen Hui was also quite embarrassed, he was not afraid of evil arts, he wanted to gamble, but he couldn't get his hair.

Nervous, weird, and a little ridiculous, the atmosphere in the 'casino' became weird, Song Yang coughed, stepped forward and was about to speak, when suddenly a gust of fragrant wind wafted, Nan Rong Youquan was wearing a purple long skirt, walked from outside, reached out and patted the shoulder of the Yao girl without any scruples, and asked with a smile: "Ayigo, who provoked you again?" ”

Following, Nan Rong Youquan nodded to Song Yang again: "I wanted to come down earlier, but when I went to your appointment, I always had to dress up, and it was too late." ”

The unruly Yao Nu was completely hostile to Nan Rong's right hand, on the contrary, her expression quickly softened, and even a trace of it oozed in her eyes... Gentle, Yao Nu lowered her jaw a little Song Yang, and asked Nan Rong in her mouth: "The little baby is your friend?" "Her name is Ayigo, and she is half a year younger than Song Yang in terms of age, but the dialect habits in the southwest mountains are called 'baby' by the younger generations or younger generations.

"More than a friend, he is still my benefactor." Nan Rong's smile bloomed, and only Song Yang could understand the resentment.

Ayigo didn't want to have him, and waved his hand happily: "Since we are friends, we have a problem!" After speaking, he pondered, and then pointed to the card game and asked Nan Rong: "Then will your baby play this brand?" ”

Nan Rong was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "You also want to gamble, but you can't play cards?" ”

Aigo looked disdainful: "The cards of the Han people, the pip bar is red and black, it's troublesome!" ”

Nan Rong smiled: "Okay, I understand, you pay the capital, I'll help you gamble." ”

Ayigo was overjoyed and pulled Nanrong's hand forward to gamble, but as soon as the two of them got on, except for the bald Chen Hui, no one dared to sit on the table and push the cards...... After winning the money of the Nan family, I can't guarantee that this Aigo will not steal a few of his hairs.

Song Yang made a hand, pushed cards on the table, and he was not too afraid of witch Gu, although he didn't understand these strange skills, but according to his thoughts, it was nothing more than insect poison, blood poison, plus some neurotoxins, in the final analysis, there was no escape from the word 'poison', and the other party compared to himself, at most, had their own strengths.

Chen Hui, Nan Rong and Song Yang are still missing one, and the rest of the people would rather go back to sleep than gamble in front of the eyeing Ayigo, who knew that everyone was afraid of him, and laughed crisply: "What's the matter, sit down and gamble." ”

It's okay if she doesn't persuade her, and if she persuades, no one will play.

Seeing that the gambling game had to be dispersed, there was a burst of heavy footsteps outside the door, and a dwarf old man in a big red robe and a fire cloud scarf slowly walked in...... In fact, he is not slow, but he walks in a peculiar manner, as if he is stepping in a quagmire, and every step is as if he is struggling to pull out his feet, which makes people feel that he is very slow.

The old dwarf laughed hoarsely; "Gambling and drinking, I've never been indispensable as a fire Taoist!"

The old man's voice fell, and another shrill voice floated in: "The blind man also has itchy hands and wants to touch two handfuls." Immediately, the sound of a bamboo cane sounded, and a blind man who looked no more than middle-aged, but his body was not in shape, came to the table with a cane.

The fire priest was not polite to the blind man at all: "There is still one seat left, you are late, please be early next time." ”

As he spoke, the blind man had already used a bamboo cane to find out the situation at the gambling table, knocked on the vacant seat, and replied in a dark voice: "You haven't sat down yet, the seat is still empty, and I am not too late." ”

Obviously, the two have long been at odds, and they will face each other as soon as they meet. The tone of the fire priest was also gloomy: "This chair is very hot, you sit on this bone, it is inevitable that there will be no smoke, be careful to set yourself on fire." ”

The blind man raised his head and pursed his shriveled lips: "It's such a big knowledge, and you still know the words 'set on fire', so have you ever heard another idiom: playing with fire**." ”

The fire priest wanted to say something more, but Song Yang had already stood up to play a round, shook his head and smiled: "It just so happens that I don't have much money, the two of you don't have to fight for a chair, I'll give way." Unexpectedly, no one bought it, and the blind man continued to sneer: "Your seat, whoever likes to sit will sit it, I only recognize this seat." The cane in his hand was raised, pointing diagonally at the dwarf.

The old dwarf did not back down: "Coincidentally, I also fell in love with this chair." As he spoke, his hands were tucked into his cuffs.

The two of them were tense and ready to fight at any time, Song Yang was still smiling bitterly and persuading: "Under the root of the year, you must always ask for good luck, both of you are dissipated, and ...... you are discouraged" said a few words, seeing that the two ignored him, Song Yang became impatient, turned back and ordered the dumb man: "Clean up a table again, let's change to a new table to play cards." Then he looked at Xiao Jiu again: "You are on top of one person, don't worry, everything has me." ”

The corners of his black mouth turned up, Ayigo showed a strange smile to Xiao Jiu, and said softly: "I'm afraid, I'm not a big worm, I can't eat you." "The strange accent and sweet and greasy tone make it sound awkward.

Everyone worked together, and in a few moments the game was transferred to another place, and no one cared about the dwarf and the blind man, leaving only an empty table and four empty chairs.

The game has been moved, do you still want to fight for empty chairs? The dwarf Taoist priest and the blind man in the Guigu Valley didn't expect this, and they didn't have the energy to stand up, and while they were tense and confrontational, their faces unconsciously became a little more sneering......