"......" for some reason, in the face of the Qingxing lantern, Xia Qingshui had a feeling that she had nothing to do, after all, every time he summoned the Qingxing lantern, it was equivalent to taking a step closer to the ghost gate, he asked, "Why did you appear here?"

Qingxing sat on her lamp pole, a big white leg dangling, with a charming face, like the neighbor ShaoF, it was simply the posture of the goblin who came out to harm the world, she said with a smile: "Because I suddenly felt the call of the young master, although it was not to summon the slave family, but the slave family couldn't help but respond, what, the young master is not happy that the slave family is coming? Don't you forget that you still owe the slave family a ghost story?"

"What kind of ghost story?" Xia Qingshui wondered, he didn't want to tell it to Qing Xingdeng, he had really been caught in the ghost gate a few more times, who did he cry to. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qing Xing was angry, and she said: "Doesn't the young master remember the time he summoned the slave family in the game? The slave family saved the lives of you and your little lover! If the young master doesn't remember, can the slave family help you remember?"

When Xia Qingshui heard this, he first filtered the three words of the little lover, and then suddenly remembered that when he brushed the Hell King, facing the final big boss, indeed, he summoned the Qingxing lantern, but is it also counted in the game? Obviously, looking at the Qingxing lantern as if he was going to work hard, of course it was counted.

"Huh, this is my world, young master, when did you come here!" Qing Xing suddenly noticed that the surrounding environment was a little different, "How did you come here?!"

She was amazed.

"I've been here for three years, and there are other slaves who call themselves slaves, using the word 'I'. Xia Qingshui decided to be tougher, as the owner of the Shishen God, he was not willing to be restricted by the Shishen like the Flower Blossom Youyu, although he still gave this restriction to him, "What's your name, don't say that you are Qingxing Deng, I know this." ”

Qing Xingdeng's gaze turned from the surrounding environment to his body, with a sad expression, as if his toughness had wronged her: "Slave family...... I like this, but the young master doesn't like it, so forget it, but you won't summon me once in three years, young master, or in this dangerous world, young master, you are really ruthless. ”

The corners of Xia Qingshui's mouth twitched, I wanted to summon it, but as a newcomer, I didn't know the rules of the game, so it's good if I didn't die.

"Besides, don't you just want to hear ghost stories? I'll tell you, but you haven't answered my question yet, what's your name, don't talk about it, and there's another question, if I find you in this world, it's not a summoning, and I don't need to tell ghost stories. He asked.

Qing Xing Deng showed a strange expression, and she said, "Find me, young master, are you serious?" But I live in hell, young master, are you going to come to me?"

"......" Xia Qingshui was speechless, and directly passed this plan in his heart.

"Giggles, young master, you are so cute, or don't call it a slave...... My name is up, call me little sister. Qing Xing Deng smiled, and suddenly looked at Qiye again and said, "Also, won't the young master introduce me to who the little beauty behind you is? Look at the demon knife on your back, is it a human being who has fallen into the Shura Dao?

Xia Qingshui wanted to draw the knife, but Qing Xing didn't seem to be willing to tell him her name.

Nanabashi said: "I'm from the monster world. ”

Qing Xing Deng was slightly stunned, Qiye's words were obvious, which meant that she was not a human being who had fallen into the Shura Dao, and in the monster world, there was no cause or effect for the generation of monsters, and they were born naturally, which made no sense.

In other words, if you can't talk about depravity, you can't talk about salvation, and you will completely deny the Qingxing lantern.

"Okay, don't change the subject, if you don't tell me the name, I'll just help you pick one? Xia Qingshui said to himself, not caring about Qingxing's face completely darkened.

If a flower is like a flower, is it forcibly poetic to add a summer word?

The three black lines of the Qingxing lamp were on his forehead: "Young master!"

"Huh?" any_problem?"

"Those little ghosts all call me the green lantern chick, okay! Young master, if you like to call it that, you can call it!" Qing Xing Lantern held his hands and leaned on the lamp pole, looking angry.

"Green Lantern Chick?" Xia Qingshui repeated, and he said again, "It's better to be called Xia Ruhua." ”

"......" Qing Xing Deng was finally speechless, "It's an honor to still be able to use the young master's surname, but can you change your name!"

Xia Qingshui didn't plan to let Qingxing Lantern use such a name from the beginning, but if he really wanted to name it, how to name it, it was more brain-consuming.

Qingxing lantern.

Green light.

Green.

Qingluo ghost.

Xia Qingluo?

His eyes lit up, and he said directly to Qingxingdeng: "Then how about Xia Qingluo?"

"Xia Qingluo. Qing Xingdeng's body trembled, and his big white legs were no longer swinging, but he was carefully savoring the name.

He didn't care, and turned to look at Qiye again.

"What's wrong?" Nanaba's asked him.

"My Shishen all follow my surname, are you willing? He said.

"It's the same name to me, but I'm used to it and don't want to change it. Qiye said.

Xia Qingshui nodded, it was not mandatory.

And the voice of Qingxing Lantern sounded: "Thank you for the young master's name, the slave family will be called Xia Qingluo in the future." ”

"It's me, the slave family. ”

"Yes, but young master, what about my ghost story, are there two?" Xia Qingluo stared at him and said.

"Two?" Xia Qingshui was slightly painful, but he was helpless, so he had to quickly filter in his brain and find two short ghost stories at random.

"Ahem, Wang Xiaoer is a seller of rice balls, on the day of the Midyear Festival, there are a lot of customers in the store, there are many customers, and the money is naturally more, go home at night and prepare to rest, Wang Xiaoer can't sleep because he is too excited, so he takes out his money box and counts the money, but when he opens the money box, he is stunned, and a box full of real money has become a dark coin, he is so angry in his heart, roaring 'Who moved my money', I can't wait to mention the rice balls to find someone desperate. The next day he continued to set up a stall, and there was a large wave of guests, he smiled, and watched the banknotes go into his pocket, and his heart was happy, but today he learned to be obedient, the cash box was locked, and he also put it by his side, not leaving an inch, and went home at night, he happily said 'I earned more today than yesterday', but when he opened the cash box, he was dumbfounded, it was all dark coins, and he finally realized that something was wrong, obviously the cash box was in his sight all day, and it was impossible for anyone to do anything, unless ...... 'It's a ghost!' Wang Xiaoer finally suddenly realized, and felt angry in his heart, "Even your grandfather Wang dares to lie, Lao Tzu won't kill you." ’”

Xia Qingluo looked at him, not interested in what he said at all, and pretended to yawn, but Qiye listened behind him.

Xia Qingshui didn't care, he talked about himself: "Wang Xiaoer was angry! He went out with tongs and a basket on his back, and he didn't know what to do, on the third day, he set up a stall as usual, and there were still many 'people' today, he gave each table of guests a bowl of rice balls, and those 'people' gave him a few handfuls of banknotes very boldly, he took it with a smile, and watched these guests start to eat rice balls, but the rice balls were in the mouth, and after chewing a few times, he found that something was wrong, and when he spit it out, his face was suddenly blue. ”

He looked at Xia Qingluo and shouted in another dialect: "Which turtle son has bread and sheep shit in the rice balls!"

Xia Qingshui's expression was in place, and his tone was exaggerated, so Xia Qingluo giggled all of a sudden, and even the Qiye behind him changed his expression slightly.