"Little old man, what is that girl's business?"

Du Er Xingjun frowned, holding a bamboo slip in his hand and quickly scanning it.

Without raising his head, he spoke: "Your Royal Highness, every time you call the little old man, you have never had the heart of respecting the old and loving the young." ”

"Little old man, don't interrupt. ”

He put the folding fan in his hand against the bamboo slip, and his dark eyes showed a little smile.

Do'er Xingjun had to shake his head and sighed.

"I'll tell you the truth, the little old man told me where she went to the Nether, and I will contract all the affairs for this day. ”

There was a gleam in someone's eyes who were still sighing.

He stroked his beard with a smile.

"It's easy to say, the Apocalypse Kingdom Palace. ”

This little highness is also a stubborn person, but it is a pity that the true fate has not arrived, and the mechanism is exhausted, and it is empty in the end!

"Then thank you, little old man. White light flashed across his fingertips, sweeping all the bamboo slips on the white jade table.

In an instant, the person was gone, leaving a lingering voice. "These things will be solved in a moment. ”

It is said that Yunyuan, who has come to the nether realm at this time, has turned into a female Taoist aunt wearing a Taoist dress, holding a gossip map in her hand.

Looking at the small traders and vendors on both sides of the street with interest.

"Selling rouge gouache, the best anthers, boiling for nine hundred and eighty-one days, no matter if you are a bucktooth grinning, miserable, it makes you as beautiful as a fairy......"

"Fart!" A fat body quickly squeezed up, and his face was covered with visible oil, coarse pores, and the collapsed nose, which made people unbearable to look at directly.

I saw that Gu Liang twisted his angry body, and a lion's roar made people's ears numb.

"You peddler is shameless, I bought your rouge yesterday to get married, but my father-in-law was directly stunned......"

The hawker's emaciated body trembled......

That's not to blame you for being so good-looking, but you didn't say it.

Alas......

Yun Yuan shook his head, false advertising hurts others and himself.

Go any further.

He didn't take two steps before he was intercepted.

A crazy woman with long, tousled dry hair suddenly knelt down in front of her.

Her gray robe was covered with patches of all sizes, her dirty face was not recognizable, her hands were propped up on the ground, and her skin was wrinkled like an old coolie.

His lips were speechless, just staring at her.

Yun Yuan was taken aback by this gesture.

There is no shortage of people watching the excitement on the street, and in the blink of an eye, they are wrapped into a small circle.

"What's the matter with you?" she crouched down, looking straight into those eyes.

The madwoman suddenly lowered her head.

Whispering: "It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this, I'm not like this, I'm not ......"

Doubts spread.

She furrowed her brow.

Again, he asked, "You, what's the matter?"

She began to tremble, as if she was afraid of something.

There were a few voices from the crowd.

"Why did this crazy woman start blocking the Taoist priest again. ”

"I guess I haven't been taught enough, it's really, one play a day. ”

Oh!?

The foul language in the crowd made her tremble even more.

Before the crowd could react, she slammed to her feet, grabbed her sleeve tightly with one hand, and pulled her to rush out of the crowd.

Running all the time, the tired Yun Yuan was out of breath.

until they ran to a small ruined temple.

She knelt on the broken mat and kept kowtowing to the idol, again and again, and the flesh and blood on her forehead were blurred.

After kowtowing, she stood up and looked at Yun Yuan.

His eyes were moist and he began to cry bitterly, helpless like a child.

Yun Yuan's brows furrowed, and he couldn't bear to look at her wounds.

The hand was empty, and a stream of air rushed away, but for a moment, the wound was intact.

She was stunned for a moment when she cried, her mouth was still open, her trembling hands touched it in disbelief, and her forehead was already healed.