Beilin didn't reply, and went directly to cushion his stomach with Hongtu, and then asked Fuyou to help take our baggage and walk towards the door.

Walking to the door, the uncle thought of something, chased it out, and handed us back the red envelope we wrapped yesterday.

They say that we give too much and they can't afford it.

"Uncle, you can keep these silver tickets, this is happy money, and it can't be returned, otherwise the omen will be bad." In the village where I used to live, there is a saying that if you are happy, you will not return your money, and you will not have food left.

"This?" Uncle, there must be this saying, so the expression on his face began to hesitate.

"Uncle, just take it." I pushed the red envelope in front of the uncle.

The uncle leaned over us, and said in his mouth that we were indeed their guests.

"Several, I, I, I'm going to Shangcheng, please give me a while." An Zihuai came running from a distance and said to us breathlessly.

"We're not going to Shangcheng." Beilin refused.

"But yesterday, didn't you say that you were going south? Just drop by? An Zi looked at Ming Beilin with a pleading face: "Please, my lady, you must go back." ”

"Oh, I guess I think we don't serve well, his father, this?" The eldest lady was also anxious, saying that they had just run to the mouth of Tunzi, but they didn't see that Xiaoyue.

I'm afraid that I stopped the carriage on the road and left.

The uncle looked solemn, looked at his son and said: "The best in the family are on the table, and the father who can do everything has done it, and he can't keep people, but I'm afraid that our family doesn't have this blessing, and the door is not right, and if we chase it back, we can't keep it." ”

The uncle opened his mouth to persuade, but An Zihuai shook his head: "Dad, Xiaoyue is not the kind of person who hates the poor and loves the rich, otherwise, she would not be with me, she knows my family background." ”

"Childe, let's give him a while." Mei'er opened her mouth and spoke for An Zihuai.

"Yes, my aunt begs you too." The eldest lady looked at us with a look of anticipation.

There is no way, they all say so, and we can't refuse, but Mingbeilin didn't open his mouth to answer, and no one between me and Fuyou dared to respond.

"An Zihuai, you went, don't regret it." Ming Beilin stared at An Zihuai, his face was cold.

"This son, I won't regret it if I don't go, I must take my wife back." An Zihuai said, and leaned over at Beilin.

Ming Beilin hugged Xuan Ling and got into the carriage, which was considered to be a promise for him to go on the road together.

"Let's go." I said to An Zihuai.

An Zihuai thanked him repeatedly, and then got into the carriage with us.

The expressions on the faces of the eldest mother and the uncle are extremely complicated, one is worried that his son will not be able to pick up his daughter-in-law, and the other is worried that he will still run away if he takes it back.

Zilan was wronged for her brother, muttering that her brother was very good to her sister-in-law, and she didn't know why her sister-in-law wanted to run away.

"Auntie, uncle, Zilan, let's go!" I waved at the eldest lady and the others, and Fuyou drove the carriage in the direction of Tunziwai.

In the carriage, An Zihuai looked anxious, and from time to time, he opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the road, as if he hoped to see his wife on this trail.

"Zihuai, drink some water." I thought he should be about my age, so I called him by his first name.

He shook his head in a trance, his face solemn.

"An Zihuai, last night, did you say or do something that made your mother unhappy?" Mei'er looked at An Zihuai and explored.

An Zihuai shook his head and muttered: "Last night, she didn't say anything, we, just?" ”

An Zihuai's cheeks flushed slightly, presumably, he wanted to say that they were just cave houses.

"Maybe, maybe I was negligent, she must have been tired after two days of jolting, but I still have to?" An Zihuai's face can be described as full of guilt.

"An Zihuai, your mother is a corpse demon, do you still love her?" Mei'er asked bluntly.

Beilin and I couldn't help but glance at Mei'er.

Mei'er's eyes stared directly at An Zihuai, An Zihuai didn't know why Mei'er asked like this, and there was a suspicious look in her eyes.

"Do you think shemales are really intolerable when they fall in love?" Mei'er continued to ask.

The corners of An Zihuai's mouth trembled, but he didn't respond for a while.

"You say!" Mei'er was a little anxious.

"Girl, my lady is not a corpse demon, my lady is kind-hearted and very kind to me, she can't be a corpse demon, the question you asked, it doesn't exist." An Zihuai responded.

"What if? If yes? Mei'er saw me glaring at her, so she changed her "euphemistic" question.

An Zihuai was stunned for a moment, and really thought seriously for a while.

"Shemales have different paths, and they can't be together." An Zihuai pursed his lips and replied very firmly.

The expression on Mei'er's face instantly became lonely: "You, you, don't you love your lady very much?" Why is she a demon, so you can't love it? What is the promise given before? Could it be that it's just casual talk? ”

"Mei'er, that's enough!" I stopped Mei'er from continuing.

Mei'er was inexplicably red-eyed, she couldn't understand why people were so hostile to demons.

A little demon like her, who has just entered the mortal world and has never done anything evil, has also become a "demon" in the mouth of mortals.

An Zihuai looked serious: "A demon is a demon, a demon is the most vicious and ruthless, I am a reader, and there are many monsters in the book?" ”

"How do you feel about what is written in the book? Has the demon ever harmed you? If not, why do they say they are vicious? Mei'er asked.

An Zihuai opened his mouth and replied for a long time: "Little girl, you don't understand, demons and demons are the most insidious things in the world, and in the future, I will rely on my knowledge to be admitted to the Shengjing Priesthood, and go to the Soul Sacrifice Institute to be a spirit sacrificer, kill demons, and support justice!" ”

This time, it was my turn to be stunned.

Because, this An Zihuai seems to be a scholar with weak literature, but he didn't expect that he still has such an "ambition" to be admitted to the Priest's Division?

The corners of Mei'er's mouth trembled, as if she wanted to refute, but I shook my head slightly at Mei'er, and Mei'er shut up.

"And your teacher?" I suddenly remembered that An Zihuai's mother was his teacher's daughter, and he had such ambitions, could it be influenced by his teacher? Isn't it, his teacher is a spirit sacrificer?

"My teacher, originally, was the Jingzhong Sacrifice Shrine, and the Sacrifice Patriarch Qiao Yu, because of his age, was transferred to the Shangcheng Sacrifice Shrine a few years ago." An Zihuai's answer did not surprise me.

It's just that the strength of the Sacrifice Patriarch of the Shengjing Sacrifice Shrine should not be weak, right? Didn't he know that his own daughters were dead and all of them were corpses?

Or did he do it on purpose?