Old Man Liu's funeral procession has left the road and moved forward on a mountain road.

Hearing that Hitomi might come, Fang Qi dropped his sunglasses in the car seat and wanted to open the car door.

"Click".

Unexpectedly, the door was opened first.

Zhu Zhengli, a member of the Brave group, leaned down and leaned his head in front of Fang Qi: "You're really here." ”

Fang Qi pushed Zhu Zhengli away and got out of the car, Danfeng glanced at Zhu Zhengli and ignored the other party.

At the wedding that day, after seeing Yu Xing, the memory of almost being strangled to death by Yu Xing is still fresh.

Si Tong, who has blood-colored red pupils, really caused him trouble!

But Fang Qi didn't know what was wrong with him, he knew that Si Tong already had a man, and that man was far more terrifying than Si Tong.

He just couldn't control himself and wanted to catch up and find out.

"Why ignore me." Zhu Zhengli looked sad and pointed to his black supercar behind him: "I brought my brother for you, you have to thank me." ”

When the words fell, Zhu Zhengli was suddenly punched by Fang Qi: "You actually brought Bu Fan too!" "What if it's dangerous!

......

Follow the funeral procession to the mountains, even if they don't know the old people who are funeral, they will still feel sad.

Si Chen, Xu Weiwei, Meng Jiang and Jiang all lowered their heads and went to the mountain.

In the quietest attitude, send the old man into the ground.

After following all the way, there was no Si Tong.

"Why hasn't my sister come yet? She? Si Chen was a little anxious.

"Shhh Don't mumble. Xu whispered slightly.

Si Chen still wanted to ask, but finally after being glanced at by his goddess Meng Jiang Jiang, he closed his mouth.

Rear.

Fang Qi, Fang Bufan and Zhu Zhengli followed.

Because they are from the countryside, the two big stars don't have to dress up, and few people can know them anyway.

The aunt was dressed in white and walked with Liu Zizheng, the younger brother of Old Man Liu.

Liu Zizheng's granddaughter and grandson had never seen Old Man Liu, and they had no impression of this grandfather who suddenly appeared, so several young people walked up the mountain in a hurry.

One of the short and round girls glanced at Liu Zizheng lazily: "Grandpa, when are you done with your errands and go back, this corpse is all buried." ”

The question the girl actually wanted to ask was that the corpses were already in coffins, didn't she say that the eyes of the old people should be gouged out and sold, so that they could become rich?

Why are all the corpses buried, and the old man's eyeballs haven't been gouged out yet.

The local custom is that people are not cremated after death, but are buried in a coffin as they are.

Liu Zizheng was actually afraid of Si Tong's warning, and he glared at the short and fat round girl: "Mingming, shut up, don't talk nonsense!" ”

Liu Ming is a fat and ugly girl, and her heart and eyes are not very good, she "cut" and stopped talking.

That's right.

On the hillside in front of everyone, a black and red figure flashed.

Liu Ming and Liu Zi were walking ahead, and the group looked at the hillside first.

Then Si Chen, Xu Weiwei and his entourage also looked at the hillside.

followed by Fang Qi, Fang Bufan and others who followed at the end.

When everyone in the group looked up the hillside.

Everyone held their breath in amazement.

With a touch of slenderness, a black and red robe was lightly draped on the outside, and the black robe was embroidered with the flower of hell, Manzhu Sahua.

As soon as he gave people a look, he saw that it was a girl dressed in a black robe of death, appearing on the hillside in front of everyone.

The hillside has a hazy feeling of last night's rain washing by, dripping and dripping.

The girl's delicate face like a goose egg, her naturally narrow eyelashes, and her perfectly proportioned figure without a single deviation, just like this, walked in front of everyone.

With a hazy and clear feeling, it is so beautiful that everything in front of you is not real.

I don't know how many times more beautiful than the beauty under the photographer's filter lens.

The girl is the pupil of herself.

But what outsiders don't know is that the black robe of the god of death, the dizzyingly beautiful Si Tong is dressed like this, as the god of hell, with the most solemn posture, to see off the old man.

(End of chapter)