It was obviously a lot of credit, but instead of fighting, the two coachmen looked like they shirked each other.

Xun Ming, who followed the short bamboo pole all the way, naturally guessed the mind of the coachman who had to glance at the sky with both eyes.

It's not that the credit is not attractive, it's really the low bamboo pole, which originally looked like a knock, and now it's a lead white vermilion with several layers on the face, and it's really a ghost who can scare to death at night!

Finally the two coachmen quietly punched and came up with a bad luck to drive the scary thing.

Of course, Xun Ming looked like a bystander, didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just obediently followed the low bamboo pole into the carriage, and then waited quietly.

The only variable is that when they get into the carriage, the two of them sit down face to face.

So Xun ordered a great monk in the Cave Heaven Realm to get a little motion sickness for the first time.

It seems that because it was not on the main road, the carriage was bumpy in the process.

At first the bumps were slight and the road was generally flat, but after a violent take-off, the carriage leaned upwards and seemed to be starting to climb.

After entering the uphill slope, the road quickly became uneven, and the interior of the carriage was really rudimentary, even a decent seat was nowhere to be seen, only the hard wooden planks sat underneath.

The mountain road was bumpy, and Xun Ming was naturally no big problem as a monk, but the low bamboo pole was not so comfortable, covering his head with one hand, as if he was afraid that the objects inside would be shaken, and at the same time, he raised his butt from time to time and slightly rubbed the two white flesh that was numb to the shock.

Xun Ming, who had an extremely thin layer of spiritual power flowing around him, sat steadily in the carriage, and from time to time made some shaking movements in line with the bumps of the carriage, which was not only a disguise, but also diverted his attention, so that he could not pay attention to the grimace with a distorted expression on the other side.

Xun Ming looked at the placket of his chest, which contained a bead the size of a lychee, and he pondered for a moment, but finally did not choose to put it in his storage ring.

Because ordinary things cannot store living things.

And the pitch-black bead was made of the little loach.

Previously, in the winding alley, the little loach that had been nesting on top of Xun Ming's head for a long time had not said a word, and suddenly reacted.

She patted Xun Ming's head, and then a small fin handed down a small piece of paper, on which a few small words were crookedly written like drunken earthworms:

"I'll Sleep"

Then Xun Ming's spiritual consciousness was the shape of a small loach, but then her coiled body turned into a smooth bead as black as ink, which slipped from Xun Ming's head, and was finally held by him and put into the placket.

It seems that after the bronze monument appeared and disappeared, the little loach became a little strange?

At that time, Xun Ming had just settled the bead, and before he had time to think about it, he inadvertently turned his face on the low bamboo pole, and his heart was tight, and he was almost unstable.

Fuck ......

As soon as he recalled the human face that was more terrifying than a ghost, Xun Ming shook his head strangely, as if he wanted to throw the bad memory out of his head.

He let out a long breath, and Xun Ming, who felt that the road below him was gradually smoothing out, slightly restrained his mind a little, and said to himself in his heart:

"Don't let me down......"

"Well, the more the merrier."

In order to kill this banshee, the price paid is not heavy.

It's not good to look back at those good-looking fairies, I'm afraid I can't have these eyes......

……

I don't know how long it went, but the carriage finally came to a slow stop, and finally came to a halt in front of a magnificent mansion.

The groom lifted the curtain and patted the carriage vigorously, awakening the low bamboo pole that had not held up in the second half and had finally fallen into a deep sleep.

The low bamboo pole with a white face more like a ghost than a ghost was awakened and a spirit was awakened, and he almost stood up straight and hit his head against the roof of the carriage, and breathed a sigh of relief with a little palpitation, and he covered his heart and looked at the poor scholar who kept looking at the floor with his eyes unexplained.

Isn't it just one less dinner? Why are you still sulking?

As the face of our family, you will have to eat and drink spicy food in the future?

pattern, pattern is smaller.

It's amazing to rely on your good looks?

Isn't Lao Tzu as hungry as you?

The low bamboo pole with some small bumps in his heart saw that the poor scholar was not looking at him, so he rolled his eyes at him, and snorted silently, despising it.

But in a blink of an eye, he changed into an extremely flattering face, and the thief smiled and slammed Xun Ming's shoulder, and said coquettishly:

"Why aren't you happy? Let's take you to meet the nobles! ”

The angry Xun Ming almost didn't fly the sword to cut off his head.

It's not your fault that you're ugly, it's your fault to be disgusting!

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Xun Ming stabilized his mind and got out of the carriage behind the short bamboo pole.

It was the first time he wished that one person could grow two back of his head.

Before Xun Ming's second foot landed, the coachman who seemed to be rushing to reincarnate directly whipped and drove the high-headed horse away.

The corners of Xun Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

It seems that the eyes of the masses are bright......

He restrained himself, not habitually looking at the expression of the low bamboo pole, and then looked around.

The deserted mountains are silent, and even the chirping of insects and birds is difficult to hear.

A simple and gorgeous mansion seems to be embedded in this barren and populated mountain forest, which is obviously extremely weird, but it makes people inexplicably have the illusion of "it should be like this" in the bottom of their hearts.

Xun Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body was slightly excited in the gradually awakening desire to fight.

With such a handiwork, it shouldn't be a "little demon" in the Cave Heaven Realm.

He glanced at the two huge gilded lions in front of the mansion and asked, seemingly casually:

"Is she the only one in charge of your family?"

Hey, you didn't even get in the door to start asking?

This poor scholar not only has the right temper, but also has a good mind!

It's really a grandfather who appreciates the meal and eats it!

"It seems that tomorrow my lord is going to meet a few distinguished guests in the mansion."

Although the dwarf bamboo pole was half ridiculous and half sour in his heart, he didn't run the carriage in his mouth, telling the truth.

Xun Ming listened to it with a slight joy in his heart, and there was a sense of satisfaction that his efforts would be rewarded.

After the low bamboo pole finished speaking, he walked towards the gate with the beast's head covered with copper nails.

And Xun Ming had a strange feeling in his heart, and he felt a little uneasy.

Before, he only thought that this was the sequelae of his deteriorating mood, but recently, after his mood stabilized, the feeling of restlessness became clearer, which made him a little confused.

A crescent moon hung high above the dark night, and there were no stars in the cloudy night.

With a long breath of turbidity, Xun Ming looked around again.

But I was a little surprised to find that the tree that surrounded the mansion was the sycamore.

It's just early autumn, even though the mountains here are not low, but it's still a lot chilly away from the yellow leaves of the sycamores.

Next to the mansion, there is still a deep blue lushness.