readx; After vomiting for a long time, Xiucai finally vomited out a belly of Laoshzi's dirt, chirped, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the kitchen, not knowing what to do. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info for a long time, I saw him running out of the kitchen, spitting and spitting at the flower bed in front of him, while spitting, he whispered and complained, wiped his sleeves, turned around and walked over this side.

"Why didn't Miss Bai explain to Xiaosheng earlier that these pastries were ...... It's made of those things, and you have to watch Xiao Sheng ...... These pastries were eaten on the stomach before it was pointed out, which ...... What does this mean, deliberately watching Xiaosheng's jokes?" he grumbled to me, walking in a trance, looking at me with pain on his face.

"Hehehe......"

This delicate complaint, saying so wronged, really let anyone who doesn't know the truth see it, and really think that God bullied him and deliberately wanted to harm him. But, in fact, the God of God was wronged, and God, like him, had vomited the cakes made of this filthy thing a moment ago, and there were many, many more than him.

I listened to what he said, and my heart was a little unhappy, seeing that he vomited with a sallow face and a face that was about to die, I thought about deliberately trying to fix him and make him nauseous and disgusting, "What do you mean by that?" he said, stretched out his hand to another stall of vomit, and said to him: "Look, it was a little earlier than you, and it is still steaming, if you don't believe it, you can go over and dip your fingers to taste whether it tastes the same as the pastry you ate." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, another vomiting sound sounded, and the Xiucai ghost ran to the flower garden and vomited on the ground.

On the side, the brown curly-haired ghost who had not spoken for a long time couldn't help laughing, let go of his throat and laughed a few times.

"Don't worry, it's this time, most of the ghost servants in the ghost clan are busy preparing for the wedding, and none of them will come here again. ”

Hearing him say this, my nervous heart suddenly let go, yes, the black light is blind, there is no half a ghost, where will anyone eavesdrop here.

The Xiucai ghost who vomited and vomited finally finished vomiting, under the dark and faint light, a face was white and scary, looking at it made people panic, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped his mouth on the corner of his mouth, his eyes slipped directly from Ben Shangshen, and stopped at the brown curly-haired ghost next to Ben's upper body.

He took a step further, as if to deliberately avoid the god of Ben, and got closer to the brown curly-haired ghost, and arched his hand: "I don't know the name of the prince, what is his position in the palace of the underworld?"

The brown curly-haired ghost learned to look like a talented ghost, stiffly learned to arch his hand, and replied to him: "I, my name is ...... My name is Liufang. ”

"Liufang, this name is so chic. Xiucai Ghost looked the brown curly-haired ghost in front of him up and down, and said with appreciation: "It is very compatible with the appearance of the child, and it is really the name of the person, with demeanor and connotation." ”

I couldn't tell if what he said was true or false, but looking at his flattering face with this smile, the gods thought that he was mistakenly thinking that he had met a noble person in the underworld, patting his ass and bragging, paving for his future future. However, how did he know that the ghost in front of him was just an ordinary subordinate in the ghost clan's kitchen.

"What about you, Childe?" The brown curly-haired ghost named Liufang smiled like a flower, probably taking the boastful words of the Xiucai ghost seriously, and asked him back: "Childe, what about you, your surname...... Honoring the name?"

Xiucai's ghost smiled brightly, and he arched his hand again: "Xiaosheng's surname is Luo's name Qiusheng, and the words are top." Seeing that Brother Tai Qi Yu Xuan Ang looks extraordinary, he wants to come to Brother Tai in the underworld, and his identity must be different, and in the future in this ghost clan, please also ask Liufang Gongzi to take care of him and help him a lot. ”

"Where, where, these words should be said by Liufang and listened to by Luo Gongzi, Liufang is in the ghost clan, and he is not a person with an identity, where can he have the opportunity to promote Luo Gongzi, but, if there is really one in the future, Liu Fang will definitely help. ”

When the Xiucai ghost heard Lele, his face smiled like a flower.

On the side, the god was a little impatient, and if they continued to talk like this, Yan Mo was about to go to the bed of the ghost king, ** Yu ghost king. I was a little anxious, so I stepped forward and interrupted the two of them, "Didn't Brother Liufang say that he would take me and this Luo Qiusheng to walk around this ghost clan palace, now the time is just right, and a few of us have nothing to do, so let's go now!"

As soon as these words came out, the two ghosts who were chattering happily on the side finally stopped talking and looked back.

The brown curly-haired ghost glanced back, turned his head and whispered a few words to the Xiucai ghost, the two looked at each other a little bit of a hateful meeting, the Xiucai ghost also turned his head and looked at the god with a blank face, and then, nodded slowly, turned his head and smiled at the brown curly-haired ghost with a flattering face: "Liufang Gongzi invited, Xiaosheng can't ask for it, it's better to be respectful." ”

Walking through the zigzag nine-curved corridor, bypassing the Manzhu Shahua in full swing, the three of them walked freely in the gloomy and cold palace. At first, I thought that after leaving the kitchen, the three of them would walk so freely, and there would be some obstacles on the way, but later I found that my luck was so good, since I got out of the kitchen, I have never encountered a ghost again, or rather, no ghost can see me. Every three of them carefully planned to bypass those ghost soldiers, preparing to avoid them, but they still inevitably miscalculated once and were bumped into once, but those ghost soldiers walked past us without squinting and walking in front of us empty, as if they didn't see us.

I turned my head to look aside, and the young man who had been chatting happily with the talented ghosts along the way, looked at him calmly and smiled slightly, and slowly walked in front of those ghost clan soldiers.

The three of them have been around for about half an hour, it should have been half an hour, from walking out of the kitchen to now, I don't know how many carved corridors, how many pavilions and how many flower beds and stone forests have been walked, until they can't walk on their legs, and finally arrived at the most important place in this ghost palace, the main hall of the ghost palace. Looking up at the plaque on the door of the palace, under the faint red light, the three words of green fireflies came into the eyes of the gods in this book, "Qu Grievance Palace", it sounds elegant, it is not like the name that should be used for such a fierce thing as the ghost clan ghost king.

Tut-tut, just when the god felt that this ghost man lived in a little Chanjuan in his heart, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly sounded behind him, knocking and knocking, deafening. Looking back, the little ghosts who seemed to be invisible and ethereal, carrying a red sedan chair on their shoulders floated to this side, left for a while, right for a while, looking like they were fluttering in the wind, and soon passed by us and stopped in front of the door of the "Qu Grievance Palace".

Behind the sedan chair, there is a group of ghosts dressed in bright linen clothes, and at the front are ten boys in red clothes, five men and five women, walking neatly, each boy has no expression on his face, and his eyes are dull and rigid, as if he can't feel where he has come, he only knows to go forward and continue to move forward.

The boy held a red human skin lantern made of bone, while the girl held a basket of vermilion bamboo flowers in both hands, the petals of which were broken and placed in the basket, but still seemed to have vitality, and could hear everything around them.

After the boy, there are dozens of musicians, holding a golden trumpet in one hand, blowing in this dark and boundless strange and gloomy night, the tone is sharp, the music is sad and long, not like a happy event, but like a funeral, into the ear, very strange.

Behind the trumpeter, there are dozens of old women with heavy makeup, their faces are white and scary, covered with white fat powder, their lips are bright red, they look like they are bloody, and their figures are like those women seen in the world, slightly bloated, wearing clothes that don't seem to fit very well, Lele is at the top, and the two red handkerchiefs follow behind and laugh loudly, and from time to time take out something from his sleeve and throw it towards the black oppressive sky.