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The big uncle shook his head and said: "I haven't seen any ghosts, only a very cute little girl, not to mention a lot of water, if the little squirrel hasn't married a daughter-in-law......" He looked at the big guy and shook his head again: "But that little girl has a quirk, she likes to bite her throat, and one of the few people who buried me last time was bitten by her throat." ”

Mira suddenly came to her senses: "Yes, yes, it's her, isn't she a ghost?"

"It's not. All the ghosts said in unison: "It's not even a ghost at all, how can it be a powerful ghost?"

The ghosts sent them to the middle of the wasteland, and refused to go any further: "The little girl does not like us to go into her house, and we still don't go." ”

As if stepping on a line that does not exist, everyone's eyes suddenly brightened as day. A winding and remote stone path, several sparse bamboo forests, strange flowers and plants, fragrant, and more deer, rabbits and monkeys shuttle back and forth in the grass in the forest, which makes people's mood particularly relaxed.

The attentive one-eyed looked back and found that there was still a dark wasteland behind him, and he tried to retreat, but could not retreat. One-Eye said worriedly: "It looks like a large illusion barrier, the other party may be a very clever illusionist, be careful not to fall into the trap." ”

The beckoning cat said hatefully: "If you hadn't exhausted my mental power just now by just chatting, what illusionist would you be afraid of with my light and true vision?" ”

Mira hurriedly said, "What are you afraid of? ”

The beckoning cat glanced at him: "It's because of you that she is a burden that she is a little bit better than me." ”

Walking along the stone path, passing through a moon gate, I heard a splash and singing in my ears: "I love to bathe and have good skin, I wear a shower cap and jump, and the mermaid wants to escape." Wash up and down, rub left and right, and shake hands when you have time. ”

Mira was happy when she heard it: "I have also learned this song, and I will have another one, you can listen to it." That day passed by your door, you took a bucket and threw it on my shoes, and the passers-by laughed and laughed. You didn't say anything to me, you just blinked and looked at me, pur-la ”

When Mila sang the second line, someone in the forest was already singing along, and when Mila finished singing, a smiling little girl jumped in front of Mira: "Big brother can actually sing this song Wow, teach me, teach me well?"

This little girl looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old, her black and shiny hair was wet, her snow-white dress was like clouds, her big eyes were shining vigorously under her long eyelashes, and her red face seemed to be able to pinch out the water with a slight hand.

Mira smiled kindly: "Of course, little sister, what's your name?"

"My name is Pothos. ”

With a snort, everyone took a few steps back and formed a battle formation, and Mira, who was surrounded in the middle, asked in a trembling voice, "Are you the female ghost?"

"What kind of female ghost? Ah, you're talking about that crazy pothos? You're late, she's been dead for more than a hundred years, and her soul has been taken away by the god of the underworld. ”

"And which one are you?"

"I am the little fox she raised, and she asked me to help her avenge her as her, so I am also called Pothos. ”

"Fox?" beckoning the cat looked suspiciously at the self-proclaimed pothos fellow. It is undeniable that this little fox's eyes are a little more charming, her waist is a little thinner, her skin is a little whiter, and her face is a little more delicate, but on the whole she is definitely not as beautiful as herself, not as feminine as herself, not as gentle as herself, well, the last one does not count. The beckoning cat said coldly: "I haven't heard of any illusionist who has ever had a fox apprentice, tell me quickly, what is your true identity?"

Green Pothos easily saw the hostility in the eyes of the beckoning cat, and said with a wrinkled nose: "You haven't heard of it, it means that you don't have enough knowledge, besides, I'm not an illusionist, you can call me a little fox fairy." The beckoning cat also wrinkled his nose: "Little fox fairy? ”

Luluo ignored her: "And I wasn't originally from Lin Fan's Continent, many years ago, a little ruffian named Jun Wen said to bring me to the West and kidnapped me." As a result, when I got off the boat, he dumped me, and made me a fox wandering the rivers and lakes alone, and if I hadn't been clever enough, I would have been skinned and eaten long ago. ”

Mira listened attentively: "Coming from Huaguo, that's really far enough, what are you doing here in Lin Fan?"

"Come to worship God and ask for immortals, he said that Sun Dasheng took a boat to Xiniu Hezhou to learn the somersault cloud and seventy-two changes, and when I learn these skills, I can go back to Jiang Ziya to take revenge." Hmph, this little ruffian, when I find his grave, I must crush him to ashes. ”

After wandering in the West for many years, the little fox was accidentally caught and presented to a wealthy merchant as a rare plaything and raised in the green pothos pavilion. The pothos is also very fond of this fox, and often feeds it some natural treasures, and quickly breaks through from two tails to five tails, and comprehends some of the abilities and spells of his own clan. In order to express her gratitude to the pothos, the little fox agreed to her deathbed request and succeeded in taking revenge on the wealthy merchants in her name.

Mira asked blankly, "Two-tailed, five-tailed, what do you mean?"

"It's almost the same as your human professional level, actually, ......"

The beckoning cat was impatient: "What are you doing with her so much? ”

The little fox pothos immediately exploded, revealing a pair of sharp canine teeth: "I said what are you sneaking up on? Bad guy, look at me. ”

In the blink of an eye, Mira's scenery changed drastically, the pavilions and pavilions became ruins, the small bridges and flowing water turned into wildfires, and the cute little animals turned into fierce men fighting with open fires, viciously raising their knives and slashing at Mira. As soon as the stone had time to add a layer of protective stone skin to Mira, he heard a crisp sound, followed by the coquettish cry of the green pothos: "Why is your throat so hard, you have lost a big tooth of mine, woo woo." ”

The beckoning cat shouted, "Hurry up and sing that Lulalula, stabilize her first, and wait for me to regain a little mental strength before I clean her up." ”

"That's already been sung. ”

"Then change the song, why don't you open it so much?"

At this time, the stone had already cast a spell on everyone's neck, and the pothos seemed to have a soft spot for this part, and only sneaked up here and there, but again and again it spat out the stone foam in vain, which caused the lucky cat to laugh.

The scenery in front of me changed again, turning into a deep building with a dark moon, the cool breeze blew through the holes in the eaves, making a whimpering sound, and a woman in white with long hair and a shawl stood alone with her back to everyone. The moonlight was like water, and she turned around slowly, and this side was actually the long hair of a shawl.

The woman in white brushed her hair with her hand, revealing a bleeding face, and her long blood-red tongue almost dragged to the ground. Her tongue curled, like an arrow from the string, and stabbed at the beckoning cat, and the one-eyed sword slashed down, and it slashed into the air.

The woman in white let out a long and miserable laugh, and suddenly countless identical women in white came out of the stairwell, the corner, the grass, and the cracks in the stones, crawling on the ground and crawling towards Mira little by little.

Mira's legs trembled in fright, and she suddenly exclaimed, "I thought of one, but I don't know if it will work." ”

The beckoning cat said hatefully: "It doesn't work, you sing it first, how do you know if you don't try it." ”

"Okay, but if you want to cooperate with me, just follow suit. ”

Seeing the beckoning cat nodding strangely, Mira cleared her throat: "My eldest sister here, you are so good." ”

The beckoning cat looked confused: "What?"

"I'm not worse than the Weaver Girl. ”

is even more confused: "What is the Weaver Girl?"

"I see that you are Nirvana, Sister Hu, you are my wife. ”

The beckoning cat's face turned red, and she raised her staff high and said, "You bastard want to die, don't you?"

With a brush, the surrounding scenery changed again, turning into a wasteland overgrown with weeds like the outside, and all the women in white disappeared in an instant, leaving only a little fox with tears in his eyes. Pothos asked with tears in her eyes, "Big brother, why do you sing this?"

Mira said triumphantly: "The tireless pursuit of art is the driving force of my life, and it is my lifelong ideal to study all folk arts and carry them forward. ”

The pothos' eyes lit up with a lot of little stars: "I haven't heard the voice of my hometown for many years, big brother, can I sing with you?"

Before Mira could agree, there was already noisy drum music around, and the pothos changed into a big red dress and twisted with Mila: "Brother Liuhai, you are my husband." "Sister Hu, come with me." "Brother Hai, you lead the way. "Let's go. "Okay. The scene was extremely lively for a while, and the fast legs were already humming to the sound of the drums.

The beckoning cat coldly watched the two guys wriggle around, and they kept groaning, and their hearts were sad. I don't know how old I am, and I'm still calling a big brother, it's really shameless, but she suddenly remembered that this little girl-like fox was actually a centuries-old old witch, and she immediately became a little happy.

Finally finished singing a paragraph, beads of sweat appeared on Luluo's face, and she wiped her forehead excitedly and said: "Big brother, thank you, I really haven't heard this song for hundreds of years, and now hearing it is like returning home, back to my mother's arms." Will you be able to sing with me more often in the future?"