Chapter 68 Wishing for a Jealous Beast Night?

The street, which the poor call the most prosperous and only bazaar, seems to the night core to be too simple, on both sides of a dirt road that can be seen at a glance, the open earth stalls of various sizes are full of goods that do not show any appearance, but the scope is quite wide: from food to daily necessities, from elixirs to strange and unknown items.

It was Nightcore's second visit, and he had noticeably noticed something in the middle of the city: the lights! Candles and oil lamps were everywhere, and there was at least one next to almost every stall. In addition, there has been a noticeable increase in the number of quirky stalls, most of which are just a rough cloth spread on the ground and then put on merchandise to sell.

"Oh! Great, I forgot, today is the night of the beast!" Cao'er suddenly shouted excitedly, and for a while, like a bird released from a cage, she cheered and looked curiously at the stalls passing by, and every time she saw an interesting thing, she would be surprised loudly: "Cao'er has never seen this thing!"

Although the other children were not as exaggerated as Cao'er, the excitement and curiosity in their eyes were clear, and of course, even the trace of curiosity and joy in the beautiful eyes of the little fox who pretended to be calm was captured and stored in the mind of the night core.

The scarf around Nightcore's neck completely covered his face, and the reason why he hid his face was, of course, that for some reason, these old Confucian toddlers in front of him seemed to be very hostile to adults, which Nightcore had learned before. What makes Yexin strange is that the little fox who was excluded was very popular with these old Confucian children in front of him, and many of them sent friendly greetings and friendliness.

"Jealous Beast Night?" Night Core, who was already full of questions in his heart, undoubtedly had one more question after Cao'er exhaled a sentence, but Yexin didn't ask, because Uncle Christmas, who has the skill of "listening", knows everything, and his abacus before was like Cao'er asking for news, which seemed to arouse the children's suspicions.

As now, what makes Nightcore depressed is that the children are no longer centered around his great Uncle Christmas, but are running around, looking, and touching. Of course, this also hurt Qifeng, she just persuaded the children not to walk around, and now it is obvious that the children have all evolved into bear children, and even the most well-behaved butterfly who can't move in her arms is staring at her with a longing star.

It's just that the downtown is not big, and the children are in their eyes, even so, Qifeng instantly became a long-winded mother-in-law who worries about nothing. "Cao'er! That's Ququ's poop, you can't lick it!" "Dong'er, that knife is very sharp and dangerous!" "Fang'er, you can't put Ququ's poop on your face!" "Qin'er ,......"

"Poof!", after seeing the little fox with such a cute bitter gourd face, Yexin's eyes were like a camera constantly clicking, his face was red, and finally he couldn't hold back and laughed, and for a moment, Yexin felt that his little fox was the cutest elf in the world.

However, this natural laughter from the heart turned into a piercing ridicule and flowed into the little fox's erected ears, only to see her beautiful eyes on fire, and the ** that made people full of countless reveries raised slightly.

"Not good!" The alarm in Nightcore's whole body sounded instantly, and a warning sounded in his head, and then, Nightcore's conditioned reflex made a move that shocked both Nightcore and the little fox, and Nightcore's legs actually succeeded and tightly clamped the little fox's instantaneous legs!

In the huge downtown area, pedestrians stared at the embarrassed two people with ambiguous strange eyes, and the wry smile on the face of the night core turned into a lewd smile in the eyes of the little fox, coupled with the strange look of the butterfly in his arms, which finally detonated the little fox's volcano.

"Thou, thou worst of all bugs, go to death!" the little fox punched Yexin in the face, accidentally stepped on it a few times, and said calmly: "Uncle Layman should go and fulfill his wish!"

The pedestrians around them suddenly dispersed as if nothing had happened, and the little fox continued to ignore the night core that fell to the ground, and walked forward leisurely, she had a necessary task this time.

"Yes, it's time for Uncle Christmas to make his wish come true! I need to go see the kids!" Nightcore pretended that nothing had happened and cheered up again, he was Uncle Christmas who could do anything to make his wish come true.

Qin'er was squatting next to a new booth at this time, this was a rectangular white cloth, on the white cloth there was only an ancient Wuxuanqin, about three feet long, the purple body and the silver-white Qinxuan were very coordinated, as if there was a seductive charm, which could be seen from Qin'er's eyes full of longing.

"Boss, how much is this qin, I want to decide!" An abrupt voice separated Qin'er's burning gaze at the guqin, and the little girl couldn't help frowning, and spoke anxiously first: "No!"

But then, as soon as she turned her head, her brows furrowed, because she saw the smiling Uncle Egg, and the ugly smile without the little tiger teeth was now the most beautiful smile!

However, Qin'er's brows tightened again, only to hear a low hoarse "No!" This is the voice of the owner of the piano seller, and at this time, Yexin also noticed that the old Confucian who sells the piano is blind, obviously blind, she continued to say in that hoarse voice: "This guest, this qin is destined to be a dark sound, and it is a spiritual pleasure. Therefore, the sound of the dead is priceless!"

"Mother-in-law, if it's priceless, why is it here?" Nightcore couldn't help but wonder.

"The sound of the dead belongs only to those who are destined!" replied the old woman slowly.

"What's fate?" Nightcore continued.

"Guest, you only need to play the song 'Mountains and Flowing Water' with this piano, and the old body will know whether you are related to the sound of the dead!" replied the old woman slowly.

But her words stumped Yexin, because of course she wouldn't, and Qin'er shook her head with a pitiful gaze, indicating that she wouldn't either.

Of course, Qin'er is also very sensible, she was reluctant to look at the sound again, as if to imprint it in her mind for a moment, she pulled the corner of the night core's clothes, signaling that it was time for the night core to leave.

"Qin'er just wants to have a guqin in her name!" "Qin'er's original wish wandered in Yexin's mind: "This strong child only wants to have a qin, and her name may be the ...... for this"

"Okay, yes, but it's not me who plays, it's this little girl!" Nightcore suddenly turned around, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.