The little ghost also glanced at her, directly saw through her thoughts, and said unceremoniously: "Although you can't fly, I think these things may not be as good as you." ”

"Hey, you little ghost, how do you talk! I just think why don't we buy one and go back, how hard it will be to run, and it would be good for someone to fly you?" she touched her chin and smiled evilly, as if she thought it was a good idea, and clapped her hands immediately, who knew that the kraft candy that couldn't be shaken off squeezed into the thick crowd again, and pounced on them, and kept shouting: "Oh, don't, we have a lot of these things in our house, and I will give you as much as you want!"

Her small exclamation instantly attracted the attention of many people. The aunt didn't seem to notice it at all, her little face was flushed, and she stood in front of them with a smile on her face.

Sang Wushi's face darkened, and he pulled up the little ghost and turned around and left directly.

The shouting behind him never stopped, "Hey, you wait for me!"

"Don't be so ruthless!"

The streets were full of people from all walks of life.

Reaching out and taking a string of fiery red and tempting sugar gourds from the hand of a carp essence, and handing it to Zi Mo, who looked curious, Sang Wushi hooked his lips and said, "Little ghost, do you want to taste it, this is much better than oranges." ”

He hesitated for a moment, and was about to reach out to take it, when a series of exclamations with a slight pant sounded again: "Stop, stop! How can you eat the sugar gourd of this water tribe......!

Sang Wushi's face sank, and Zi Mo turned around and left with a puzzled face, regardless of how the carp behind him argued with the woman in blue with a gloomy expression.

Walking faster and faster, Sang's fast-paced figure took Zimo to shuttle through the crowded streets of the town, and their red and white plus the blue that followed closely behind them formed an eye-catching scenery. She didn't stop, her expression was indifferent, but when she tilted her head slightly, she found that the little ghost did not follow, but stood not far behind her, standing in the bustling crowd, quietly watching her.

Sang Wushi was stunned, and when he was about to speak, Zimo suddenly followed slowly, his expression was still indifferent as before, and his temperament was cold. And in this moment, Ah Fan's fiery figure appeared in front of them again. She crossed her hands on her hips, panting slightly, and there was a slight grievance on her face, "You are too ruthless, you can't wait for me." ”

Sang Wushi turned his eyes to look at her, the coldness in his eyes gradually condensed, and the corners of his thin lips raised a sneering arc, "Do you know who I am to fight so rashly?" As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the black gold wrench on his thumb glowed with a hint of cold light in the slight sun.

Ah Fan glanced twice, and then Nunu's mouth was a little melancholy: "Me is not ...... Stalker...... If you like this kind of accessory, if I can really give you a bunch when I get home, you can let me go with me. ”

Sang Wushi was really a little speechless, there are not many people who don't know the Seven Brakes Wrench these years, I really don't know if this girl is really naïve or scheming and has another purpose. She was silent for a while, looking at Ah Fan without speaking, as if she had been thinking for a long time, and suddenly slowly approached her, the corners of her lips hooked, "It's not impossible for you to follow me, but you are penniless now, obviously a burden, we don't need it." ”

Xu is her words were too straightforward, and Ah Fan's little face as transparent as snow was even more aggrieved, but she smiled in just a second, "I can make money, it will definitely not be a burden!"

Sang smiled all the time, noncommittal, but slowly turned his head, and his eyes fell on the front of an ancient bamboo building on the street at this time, where at this moment the underworld painted skin ghost clan was grinding with blood, doing the business of painting skin and bones for people. She raised her hand, pointed over, and said lightly: "There is a money-making opportunity there now, but I don't know if you are willing to give it up." How about exchanging your appearance for gold and silver, the team on the left?"

Ah Fan was shocked, as if he was a little unbelievable, Sang Wushi looked at her with a frightened expression, hooked his lips and smiled: "It's not to tear your face, it's just to draw a layer of skin according to your appearance, how about it?"

Her hand still pointed to the team on the left in front of the bamboo building, where there was only a dark-clothed boy sitting quietly in front of the table, but there was no one else, it was a business to sell skin, and on the right, the crowd was surging, and the queue lined up in front of the table of the red-clothed ghost boy had no end in sight, they were all waiting for money to exchange for a satisfactory face.

If it is said that this appearance is the most diligent, it is nothing more than the ghost clan's painted skin, they paint bones into faces, and sketch their satisfactory faces one by one, their faces are beautiful, but they are inevitably stiff, just because they are not depicted according to the real and natural nature of real people. But in this world, how many people are willing to take the initiative to sell their faces?

Ah Fan suddenly stopped talking, biting his lip and looking at Sang Wushi, who looked indifferent, and then looked at Zi Mo with an indifferent face, with a little hesitation and worry on his face. Sang Wushi just glanced at her lightly, smiled faintly, and was about to turn around and leave, but the next moment, the back of the righteous person who turned around and walked in the direction of Sang Wushi's finger had to be said to make her stunned.

The girl in blue suddenly paused, turned around and asked, "Then when I prove myself, do you also tell me your name?"

Sang retracted his stunned look from time to time, and the corners of his lips raised slightly, "All the time, there is only one surname, one Sang." ”

"Sang Wushi?" the girl chuckled lightly, nodded slowly, and there was a hint of praise in her smile, "This surname is quite nice with this name." ”

"Sang Wushi, your surname is quite compatible with your name......" In my memory, someone seemed to have said this.

The corners of her lips stiffened for a moment, but she was still returning to normal in the next second, watching the blue figure fade away, with an indifferent expression.

When Ah Fan appeared at the painter's party and sat directly in front of the empty desk, the people around her instantly cast surprised glances at her, and the female painters who were staring at her at the same time had a blazing glow in their eyes, which made her pretty little face, which was already nervous and her pretty little face turned pale.

The boy in front of the table was also stunned, and after looking at her carefully, he smiled softly: "Didn't ......the girl make a mistake?"

But Ah Fan suddenly closed his eyes and hurriedly interrupted him: "I know! So please hurry up, I'll wait to get paid!"

The man was silent suddenly, a smile flashed between his delicate eyebrows, but his eyes were inexplicable, and he said, "So please open your eyes." It is said that the beauty is not in the skin, although it is true, but it has to take care of both, and I have to trace the skin and bones for the girl first, if you are offended, please Haihan. Although the words were tactful, his hand touched Ah Fan's pure and clear little face without hesitation. But just as the hand was about to touch her face, the man's hand was suddenly lightly blocked. He turned his head in a slightly annoyed way, and the owner of the slender hand came into view. The red clothes are better than blood, the skin is white and snowy, and on the indifferent face, the intoxicating golden eyes are amazingly bright. Her red lips opened lightly, and she said indifferently in Ah Fan's surprised eyes: "My little sister is not sensible, please also ask Haihan." The man didn't want to give up, but when he turned his eyes and saw the wrench on his hand, he suddenly restrained his anger and retreated.