Tian Zhi and Meow Er put their heads together and discussed, and then said to me and Song Lao: "Jiang Heng is in a hurry, why don't we send the bone claws out?"

As soon as I heard it, I said, "No, no, this bone claw is originally a thing of the Witch Gate, and it is really not good to give it away as a gift from the Ghost Gate;

Second, I refused to accept this thing, and everyone has agreed to give it to Meow'er, and now I'm embarrassed to come back and send it out?

Three, it's just a death day, send bone claws, don't hook up the greed of the ghost. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Finally, the ghost gate is now a little poorer and smaller, but no matter how poor and small, it is also a 'door' faction, the so-called people are poor, I represent the face of the ghost gate Jiang family, this face can not be lost.

So...... Forget it, I'll figure it out on my own. ”

But to tell the truth, Song Lao deliberately didn't say it in advance, and this attack was too sudden, which really made me a little anxious and embarrassed.

Song Lao chuckled and said, "I just want to test your wit and adaptability, you must know that the opposite side is your opponent in the future, you don't want to lose your momentum as soon as you fight." ”

Oh, it turns out that Song always deliberately tested me, well, if I think about it again, there will be a way, there will be a way......

When he was struggling with his brain, there were already new changes on the stage opposite.

To be precise, the "Celebration of Death" activity has been completed, and the activity over there has finally been completed.

At this time, the entourage brought by the ghost boy was busy cleaning up on the stage, and the ghost boy himself was standing side by side with Yang Yingcui on the edge of the stage, watching and discussing on our side.

Song Lao said: "They are coming, prepare a warm welcome." ”

What, a warm welcome? Did I hear me right?

Song Lao replied: "Yes, people have made a special trip to come for the Yin Snake, and they have a lot to do with you, and they will fight and cooperate in the future, and peace is still precious in front of them; ”

Oh well!

As he spoke, one of the Oni Shao's attendants came around from behind, put down a columnar reel on his shoulder, and then pushed it to the front of the stage with a double back, and the reel began to roll in our direction, while it continued to expand and extend like a scroll.

We can clearly see that this is a paving carpet with white flowers on a black background!

As the carpet continues to unfold, it builds a bridge between our position and the stage in the void, connecting the virtual and the real, connecting yin and yang.

This is simply the pomp and circumstance of a foreign head of state visiting and rolling out the red carpet at the airport, which is really ...... Speechless.

But the ghost shao seemed to be extremely sloppy, and he didn't immediately step down the "special plane gangway", and was still talking to Yang Yingcui about something.

I said to myself, "Stupid, so stupid!"

Next, a black shadow suddenly emerged from between the ghost and Yang Yingcui, went straight to the carpet, explored the way, and began to search and advance as fast as a drug detection dog.

What kind of thing is this? I see it clearly, it's a fat, cute little short-legged black cat, so cute!

Usually he must be too precious, otherwise it would be a great disrespect to our Dao, Wu, and Ghost families by allowing it to come out and steal the limelight on such an occasion.

This makes my favorability of the ghost less decline rapidly, and it seems that this is another arrogant second ancestor who is accustomed to pomp and circumstance, but regards pomp and circumstance as dung.

Although the cat is cute, because I don't have a good impression of its owner, I start to look at it unpleasantly.

Seeing that the cat was about to come to us, the ghost boy began to move.

But to my surprise, this guy came first, and caught up with his black cat in the blink of an eye, and as he bent down and stretched out his hand, the black cat swooped into the crook of his arm and fell silent.

The ghost boy just hugged the black cat in his arms, got off the carpet, and slowly came towards us.

Behind him, the carpet suddenly surged onto the shore like a wave, and suddenly pushed Yang Yingcui, who was far behind, over.

The surfing-like exercise method caught Yang Yingcui off guard, and she was crumbling for a while, but fortunately, she didn't fall and didn't make a fool of herself in public.

I saw that Song Lao was a little dissatisfied, and he frowned slightly.

And my heart is a little dark: Yang Yingcui is dancing and delivering cakes, but people don't take her seriously.

But then again, no matter how she is said to be the reception staff of our side who went out to play the front station, so embarrassing her in front of us, it can be seen that the ghost Shao also does not take the Tao, Wu, and Ghost families seriously;

This made me shake my head: this guy has been a ghost for 70 years, but he has no demeanor, he can't do anything, and he is willful, it seems that this guy is gone, and I am afraid that there will be a conflict with me in the future.

However, Song Lao is on the side, and it is not my turn to come out for the time being, and it will be up to him to see how he responds.

Before Song Lao could speak, Yang Yingcui, who was the most proficient in things, had already stepped forward first, and introduced to the ghost young while pointing to Song Lao: "This is the old Song of the Daomen." ”

The ghost priest arched his hand: "Brother Song has been looking up for a long time." ”

This title can't help but make me angry, specially, isn't this deliberately taking advantage of me?!

However, Song Lao also said with a lot of self-cultivation: "I've come from afar, I'm tired!"

Next, Yang Yingcui introduced Tian Zhi again: "This is the master of my Wumen Tianmen. ”

After hearing this, the ghost Shao looked at Tian Weaving, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pinched Tian Weaving's little face: "What a cute little guy, hello!"

After saying that, he made a grimace.

Tian Zhi was about to have a seizure, but he was stopped by the fierceness in his sister's eyes.

Next it's my turn.

Yang Yingcui said: "Ghost Gate, Jiang Heng." ”

The speed with which Ghost Shao's face changed was breathtaking, and he once again changed back to his cold and handsome appearance: "Well, good." ”

He dragged me even more.

I didn't even bother to say half a word to him!

Seeing that this transition was over, I was about to see what arrangements Song Lao had, but then I heard the ghost ask again: "Who is this?"

It's Meow who asks.

Yang Yingcui: "......"

And Meow suddenly shrank behind my back, still shaking.

At this moment, the black cat in the ghost boy's arms suddenly shouted: "Meow, she is my meow!"

Well, I finally know the root cause of Meow's fear of being like that.

It turns out that the so-called "arranged marriage man" is not a man, but a cat, and not a male cat in the world, but a ghost pet, I'm going to Nima!

I saw the black cat struggling to jump off the ground, but it was hugged tightly by the ghost, and its owner whispered: "Don't make trouble now, I will make decisions for you." ”

But what's interesting is that I don't know if Song Lao intended to arrange it this way, there was no guest of honor seat at the scene, so everyone had to stand and talk.

Next, Song Lao first expressed his heart and sent a congratulatory gift.

The paper unfolded, and there were two delicate peaches hanging from the vigorous ink branches, which were lifelike, as I knew they were real, and there was a peculiar smell of fresh peaches that overflowed, making people feel refreshed at once.

The ghost boy immediately sighed, and then couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and at the moment when it was within reach, there was one less peach on the screen, and one more peach in the ghost Shao's hand.

He thought about it for a while, as if he suddenly realized, and said: "It's a pity, I ate too much just now, and the fresh peaches have been picked, so I can't keep them for a long time, so what can I do!"

After that, he casually threw the peach in his hand upward.

I was about to roll down to the mud.

But Song Lao laughed: "Not necessarily!"

As he spoke, the paper moved flatly, and the peach that had been tossed by the ghost boy had just fallen, and it had just fallen to the place where it had been.

In the picture, it turned back into two peaches!

Song Lao then said: "Two peaches are just two peaches, not a tribute, wait until the little brother has an appetite and then pick it, this painting can be kept fresh for a long time." ”

Regardless of the ghost's expression, he turned to me: "Jiang Heng, the witch gate has already danced, what about your ghost gate's congratulatory gift?"