Chapter 132 Eating melons and watching dramas

The crowd of people coming and going passed outside the yamen, and Tang Ning and a few people stood next to the one-horse carriage.

Xu Yan saw that Liu Qingqing wanted to watch the play, and she was also curious about what Wang Min would do to Nanmenyue. She pretended to look at Tang Ning worriedly: "In that case, Second Senior Sister, we might as well go and take a look." ”

"What the little junior sister said makes sense." Liu Qingqing looked at Tang Ning with a blank look, expecting Tang Ning to agree.

Tang Ning didn't know their careful thoughts. She looked around and reminded faintly: "There are many people here. ”

Before the words fell, Liu Qingqing was seen lifting the curtain of the carriage and motioning for Tang Ning to enter.

Tang Ning was stunned, so he had to follow their wishes. Lift your feet and get into the carriage.

Xu Yan, Zhong Yan, and Liu Qingqing followed.

At the same time as the curtain was lowered, the four of them appeared on the roof of the backyard of the yamen.

Liu Qingqing slowly squatted down, lifted a tile, and looked down at Nanmen Yue, who was circling with Zhixian County. She wanted to see how the fake lady dealt with the old rascal.

Especially with so many slaves present, Nanmen Yue couldn't cast spells.

Xu Yan and Tang Ning also squatted down one after another and ate melons.

……

Nanmen Yue under the beam of the house repeatedly avoided Wang Min's salty pig hands, and the green tendons on his forehead appeared from time to time.

Uncle's!

Touch your aunt's thigh again, and chop it up with her paws.

"What do you mean, sir?" Nanmenyue looked at the fat face that gradually came over, and hid back with her temper.

Not to mention that she doesn't like women, even if she does, she categorically doesn't look down on this kind of goods.

It's all Tang Ning's fault, didn't she just instigate Liu Qingqing to go back to the Qinglou, as for treating her like this!

Wang Min took Nanmenyue's hand, his oily face was shiny, and he smiled flatteringly: "If you have any grievances, just tell grandma." Don't say it's a jade Taoist, even if the Jade Emperor is here, he has to give you a side. Beauty, as long as you follow me, you don't want anything. ”

"Smack!"

Nanmenyue directly slapped Wang Min, if nothing else, because of Wang Min's bad breath, she was almost out of breath. She stopped her hand in the air, smiled awkwardly, got up and turned her back to Wang Min and said, "It's not early, I still won't disturb the adults to rest." ”

"Stop!" Wang Zhixian touched his face with his hand and said sharply.

She first sighed, then glared at Nanmenyue angrily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't toast and don't eat and drink." Grandma, I'm in a good mood today, and I'd like to say a few soft words to you. You really think I'm a good one. ”

Seeing that Wang Zhixian was angry, the servants hurriedly retreated from the wing room one after another.

Nanmenyue heard the sound of the door closing, and the forbearance on her face gradually dissipated, and she turned around and smiled at Wang Min with a particularly "kind".

Being such a fat pig, I touched my hands again, hugged my waist, and endured the stench......

She's had enough!

"That's right." Wang Zhixian saw Nanmen Yue smiling, and he laughed too. She looked at the bed next to her and began to undress first.

Nanmen Yue avoided Wang Min's hand, and kicked Wang Min to the soft couch with her feet. The hand was lightly clenched into a fist, and it was a critical blow to Wang Min.

"Oops~"

"I was wrong, ancestor."

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...... Childe, spare me. ”

……

Even if Wang Min recognized the current affairs, he begged for mercy again and again. Nanmenyue was still careless, and her hands were heavy, directly breaking Wang Min's arms and legs.

Just in case, she raised two fingers and directly cast a spell to turn Wang Min into a mute.

"Oh no! Oh no, my lord. Miss, Miss, she has an accident! The maidservant pushed away the servant who was in the way, and went straight in.

Nanmenyue heard the sound of footsteps approaching outside the door, and was just about to slip away, when she saw a piece of melon seed skin falling on it.

As soon as I looked up, I saw four people watching the play, and they almost turned their backs out of breath. Good fellow, she's suffering below, but these guys are watching the play from above.

She rolled her eyes angrily, and turned to the eaves.

The maidservant ran into the side room, only to see Wang Min lying on the couch with a blue nose and swollen face. Frightened, he reached out and probed Wang Zhixian's nose to make sure that he was still angry. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, turned his face and shouted: "Someone! Get a doctor! ”

With the shouting of the maidservant, the backyard of the county government became a pot of porridge.

In the night, the slaves with lanterns are running from east to west, so it is not lively.

Five or six people in the room looked at the chaos condescendingly.

Nanmen Yue glanced at Tang Ning with resentment, and said aggrievedly: "Master~"

"Let's go back to the inn." Tang Ning didn't plan to continue to consume. She saw Xu Yan and Nanmen Yue nodded, and flew back to the inn by night.

Xu Yan also brought Zhong Yan back to the inn and opened a room for Zhong Yan. Before leaving, an enchantment was set up to prevent Zhong Yan from running away.

She was afraid that the demonic energy on Zhong Yan's body had not been eliminated and caused some trouble.

Liu Qingqing and Nanmen Yue went back to the room to catch up on sleep.

Du Tang Ning sat on the couch and looked at the mirror moon bottle on the table.

Listening to Tang Siyao, after the group of bigwigs entered the Demon Domain thirty years ago, there was no news. Could it be that those people have been trained into pills?

She lowered her eyes and thought about countless possibilities, some of which she could accept and some that she could not.

Tang Ning calmed down, meditated cross-legged, and entered the realm of divine consciousness.

"Master......" Song Qing saw Tang Ning as soon as he opened his eyes. He subconsciously got up, his hand clutched his sleeve lightly, and stared at Tang Ning's face in a daze.

Was it because he missed Tang Ning too much, so he hallucinated?

But the person in front of him is too real, and it doesn't look like a fake at all.

Tang Ning frowned slightly, depressed that he was disturbed by the Mirror Moon Bottle, so much so that he forgot to hide himself.

It is true that she has a lot to ask Song Qing. But I'm afraid that Song Qing can't even accept herself, let alone answer her questions.

Even though Song Qing told himself over and over again that the person in front of him was fake, he still stepped forward uncontrollably.

He turned his head, not daring to look at Tang Ning, but he couldn't help but look.

It's too much of a resemblance.

The reproduction is perfect.

Even he almost believed that Tang Ning, who was far away in Lingshan, was right in front of him.

Song Qing raised his hand very slowly, and his fingertips stopped above Tang Ning's eyebrows, but he didn't dare to move forward.

He frowned in confusion, and whispered sadly and aggrievedly: "Master......"

Tang Ning stood quietly in place, seeing that Song Qing was even more haggard than before, he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Could it really be as the female demon said, Song Qing was locked up in a dungeon like in the Kunlun mirror?

"Who are you?" Song Qing turned his back and didn't dare to look at Tang Ning again.

Thinking about it seriously, he would only come here when he was practicing.

In his heart, he became more and more convinced that Tang Ning was an illusion that he had inadvertently created.

Since he was discovered by Song Qing, there was no need for Tang Ning to continue to hide. She looked at Song Qing's side face and asked indifferently, "Who do you want me to be?" ”

"Nobody." Song Qing lowered her head in pain, her eyes full of self-deprecation.

He did not want to sink into false illusions.

Tang Ning is Tang Ning, no one can become her, and he will not guard an illusion.