In the flash of light, Yingluo threw the gauze potion to the ground, pinched her arm, barely squeezed out a few tears, and looked at Jinyu pitifully: "Little brother, this group of gangsters has bad intentions towards me, and you saved me." To repay you, I have decided to make a personal promise! ”

Jin Yu clasped her hands, the smile on the corner of her mouth became worse, and there was a faint hint of mockery.

That look, as if to say, I just quietly watched you put on a fork.

Yingluo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

It seems that Jinyu in this world is not too easy to fool.

She sighed inaudibly, and when she saw Jin Yu turn around to leave, she hurriedly reached out and hugged his leg: "Little brother, don't leave me!" I was born as your man, and I died as your ghost! ”

"Loosen." Jinyu's voice was very good, but unfortunately it didn't carry any emotion, and it was so cold that it seemed like frost was spreading.

Such Jinyu is extremely unfamiliar to Yingluo.

As soon as she let go of her hand, Jinyu left without looking back.

His figure was against the sun, and the fiery red clouds fell on his shoulders, enveloping him with a layer of gentle brilliance, like a god.

Yingluo was stunned, and tears fell unconsciously.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been a little princess who has been held in the palm of her hand, and she has been wronged at all.

Even in the previous world, Jin Yu didn't speak to her in such a cold tone.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved, and Yingluo hugged the bag containing the fragments of Jinyu's spiritual sense, crying extremely sadly.

Han Zhu flew in from a distance and handed Yingluo two pieces of toilet paper.

Yingluo grabbed a tissue and wiped her face, her mouth opened, but unfortunately her voice was choked, and she couldn't hear what she said at all.

"Mother, don't worry, speak slowly." Hanzhu grew bigger, stretched out his wings, and patted her back soothingly.

Yingluo sniffed, trying to hold back her tears, her eyes were red like a rabbit, pitiful: "Can I swear?" ”

"No, you can't."

"Then there's not much to say."

……

Back at Sheng's house, as soon as Yingluo opened the door, she saw that the entrance was sprinkled with rice, and a person dressed as a Taoist priest was standing in the center of the room, holding a talisman paper in one hand, a peachwood sword in the other, and a string of garlic hanging around his neck.

Seeing Yingluo coming back, Sheng Yiyi immediately hid behind the Taoist priest and pulled his sleeve in fear: "Master, take a look, is she a ghost?" ”

The Taoist priest pretended to stroke his beard and said slowly: "Don't worry, wait for me to take a closer look......"

With that, he grabbed a handful of rune paper and sprinkled it on Yingluo's body.

Yingluo, who was already in a bad mood, was completely enraged now. She dragged the Taoist priest's beard, threw the sword out of the room, and didn't forget to go up and step on it twice.

Sheng Yiyi was even more scared, crying and shrinking into the corner, holding her head and shaking.

"Have you ever been kicked in the head by a donkey? Which ghost will appear in broad daylight? Which ghost has a shadow? Yingluo's irritability was written on her face, her teeth rattled, and she wished she could be strangled to death now.

When Sheng Yiyi heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then nodded to herself, feeling that what Yingluo said was very reasonable.

But when she raised her eyes to look at Yingluo, she was immediately frightened.

Yingluo's shadow has two strange horns on its head and a long tail behind her.

"Ahh