"Miss, please." The lean old man pushed open the door and made a "please" gesture.

Tong Yao stood at the door and looked inside, confirming that it was a study and not a bedroom, so she raised her feet and walked in.

As soon as I entered, the door behind me was closed.

Tong Yao suddenly turned around, is there really a fraud?

Xiaobai, are you there? Tong Yao summoned her Shishen in her heart, but no one answered.

Could it be that when you are with Uncle Fang, you forget your true master?

Doesn't it mean that the gods are all loyal to their masters, but Tong Yao thinks that Xiaobai, the god of style, may not be a dog, but a wolf, or a white-eyed wolf that is not familiar with it.

Not far away, Xiaobai was singing with Fang Hao about wine, and suddenly, he sneezed loudly: "Ahh

Xiaobai raised his head to look at the bright moon, this month is dark and windy, who is thinking about the master? No matter what, keep drinking!

Xiaobai doesn't care about himself, so he can only rely on himself.

Tong Yao took a deep breath, turned around, and looked at the man sitting at the desk: a tsundere face.

Tsundere put down the scroll, and that face made Tong Yao suddenly think of a poem: There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding, stinging, and being embarrassed.

Ahem, stop, stop! This face! This face! This face is not!

Tong Yao almost screamed: "Wenchang Xingjun?!" ”

No wonder it's Murong Mansion, is he still called Murong Xi?

Wen Chang put down the scroll and smiled with his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing in the mortal world during this time?" ”

The door behind him opened again with a "squeak": "Let me see, let me see, what is the expression of our Miss Tong?" ”

Tong Yao turned around, and the person wearing the clothes of a lean old man was no longer the appearance of a lean old man, but the face of a playboy - His Royal Highness the Nine.

"Is that you?" Tong Yao frowned slightly.

No wonder she always felt that something was wrong with the lean old man, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Now seeing the face of His Royal Highness the Nine, I instantly understand what is wrong, an old man who is over sixty years old seems too energetic.

"Nine~Your Highness~Down~You~Want~Run~That~What~Fast~Well~People~Home~Both~Chase~No~Up~You~~"

The sound gave goosebumps to the ground.

His Royal Highness the Ninth also shivered, and before he could escape, a delicate woman in a big red dress hugged him from behind.

And then, like a koala, hung on him:

"Nine ~ Your Highness ~ Lower ~ You ~ Lower ~ Fan ~ Also~~No~ Bring ~ I~People~Home~Good~Empty~Void~Good~Lonely~Lonely~Oh~"

It's not Luo Yang, who is it.

His Royal Highness the Ninth almost squeezed out five words from between his teeth: "You! Good! Good! Say! Speech! ”

"Oh~" Luo Yang returned to normal in a second: "Your big pig's trotters came to the mortal world to say something, looking for a beating?!" ”

Still talking like this, it sounds more Luoyang.

Tong Yao put away her surprised gaze: "You guys, why did you come to the mortal world?" ”

Luo Yang looked up, saw Tong Yao opposite, and greeted her warmly:

"Hi~ Miss Tong, I haven't seen you for a long time! Miss Tong is still like that, no wonder Wenchang Xingjun spends her days in the Nine Heavens, right to you...... Not...... Not? Hmmm! ”

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by Wenchang:.

"Because we found out that there were little ghosts who escaped from Huangquan Country, and it seemed that they were looking for the left Tiantian Stone, and even attacked Cangdai Mountain, so we came."