Ye Xing's fingertips pinched, and a cluster of burning golden light flew out along with the folded little paper figure in her bag.

Fu Xiang stammered.

"What was that?"

"Spells?"

Ye Xing raised his hand and patted her on the back: "With me, it will be fine." ”

After finishing speaking, this scene seemed to be frozen in her mind, how could there be a strong sense of familiarity.

It seems that a long, long time ago, someone patted her back so lightly and said.

"Little junior sister, I'm here, don't be afraid!"

Fu Xiang gritted his teeth and snorted very firmly.

"Hmm!"

"Xiaoxing, I believe in you."

"So where do we go next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Fu Xiang's stomach rumbling a few times.

"Xiaoxing, I'm hungry."

"What do you think this is?" Ye Xing took out some marinade snacks from the Qiankun bag like a trick.

Fu Xiang is a good daughter of a wealthy family, just like she has never seen the world.

"Xiaoxing, why are you so powerful."

Ye Xing not only took out two chairs from Qiankun's bag, but the two of them didn't look like they were going to adventure in the deep mountains and old forests, but they looked like they had returned to the mountains and forests to retire.

Sitting on a chair, eating snacks, and watching the live broadcast by the way.

Before Xiaomeng was wrong, the little paper man had already fallen on her, and with the blessing of her yellow charm, all the movements of Xiaomeng were presented in the live broadcast room.

[I'll just say it's a script, how many cameras are installed on Xiaomeng.] 】

And Fu Xiang, who was busy eating on the side, did not forget his first position on the list, and kept rewarding.

Ye Xing thought about it, wasn't he right next to her?

Next time, please transfer it directly.

in the picture.

Xiaomeng walked forward as if she had lost her soul, and the scene around her became different, as if she was in a small village.

The old woman who passed by her was asking for directions.

"Little girl, do you know where that temple is going?"

Xiao Meng's expression was cold, but he still raised his hand and pointed in the direction behind him: "As long as you keep walking in this direction, your heart will be sincere, and the temple will appear in front of you." ”

In addition to the old woman who asked for directions first, there were three more young female students, and a middle-aged man, all of whom followed Xiaomeng's directions.

Xiaomeng didn't know where to get a broom, and in the other hand he was carrying a vegetable basket containing a lot of food and fruits.

All the way to the place she had just pointed me out.

Outside the temple.

Originally, the temple described to Xiaomeng was dilapidated, without a trace of incense, and people came and went.

No matter how you look at the temple, your heart is full of admiration.

Xiaomeng carried her vegetable basket and walked to the innermost, and placed the food and fruits on the tribute platform one by one, but she couldn't see what statues were enshrined on the tribute platform.

Only when I saw the old woman asking for directions kneeling on the futon, holding three sticks of high incense in her hand, she began to make a wish.

"God bless, bless my daughter-in-law is pregnant with a big fat boy."

Next were the girls.

"I pray that the gods will bless me so that I can get into the university of my choice."

Behind is a middle-aged man: "Bless me with a smooth business." ”

They all knelt on the futon, their mouths kept chanting their desires, the incense in their hands kept burning, and the smoke flew around them.

These people refused to get up from the futon as if they had been evil, until the high incense was almost finished, and the ashes of their hands fell on the backs of their hands.

I was burned all back to my senses.

The old woman was so excited that she knelt on the ground and bowed.

"God is obviously spiritual, God is obviously spiritual, this is going to bless my daughter-in-law to give birth to a big fat boy."

Several young female students also laughed happily, completely ignoring the burns on the back of their hands.

"The gods have really appeared, and we will definitely be admitted to the university of our choice."

Even middle-aged men have no scruples about starting to smoke.

"Hey, Lao Tzu knows that the gods of this temple are the most spiritual, and Lao Tzu didn't run in vain."

Everyone seems to have gotten their wish true.

It looks a little weird.

When they went out, Xiaomeng stopped them one by one.

The broom in his hand began to sweep from the old woman's body, or from her head.

His mouth was shattered.

"Delusions, delusions, all delusions."

The old woman was swept into her mouth by the broom, ate a mouthful of ashes, and jumped on the spot in anger, wanting to push away the broom in Xiaomeng's hand, but couldn't push it away.

It wasn't until Xiaomeng swept her that the old woman scolded and left.

"Is there something wrong with this girl?"

"It's really unlucky."

"It's useless to have a daughter, and when you grow up like her, it's a neuropath."

Next, there were the young girls.

Xiaomeng once again raised the broom in his hand and swept it, reading while sweeping: "It's so dirty, it's so dirty, why is it so dirty." ”

A few girls didn't eat the dust on the broom, but they were poked by the sharp thorns on the broom, and they felt so painful all over their bodies.

"Stop, stop, didn't you hear me when I told you to stop?"

One of the girls said that she was going to pull Xiaomeng's hair, but she couldn't catch it.

Until Xiaomeng swept them clean and went out by the way, except for the temple, several girls rolled down the stairs.

Finally, there was the middle-aged man.

He was about to slip away from the side, but Xiaomeng stopped him with a broom.

This time, Xiaomeng didn't say anything more, picked up the broom head and began to fall, smashing each blow on the middle-aged man's head.

The hand looked heavy, but there was no blood, but it smashed the man all over the head, and his mouth kept screaming.

"My head, my head, don't hit, don't hit."

The sailors were bored and counted very seriously.

[A total of ninety-nine, Xiaomeng is really righteous! ] 】

After beating the man, Xiaomeng turned around and walked towards the temple, and the scene kept changing behind her.

Behind the courtyard, there were many small dreams, counting about ninety-nine in total.

Ninety-nine little dreams kept sweeping the yard with brooms in their hands.

[Is this to sweep the yard brightly?] 】

[This yard doesn't sell, it looks quite evil. 】

[Can you copy me into ninety-nine, ninety-eight to make money, and the rest of me to enjoy life.] 】

It can be seen that the spirit of the sailors is very turbulent.

The other side.

Fu Xiang shrank into Ye Xing's arms with some fear.

"Why are there so many little dreams?"

"Could it be her ......?"

Fu Xiang didn't say the words later, she was scared enough.

Ye Xing finished eating the last chicken paw: "Xiaomeng is in danger, we have to save her." ”

[Ah, she is in danger, or is it dangerous for those who go to the temple to make a wish.] 】

When the little paper figure that had been following Xiao Meng's body returned to Ye Xing's hands again, it was about to turn into ashes.

The little paper man lay dying: "Master, run." ”

"There are evil gods in the temple!"