At the moment when the laughter of the two women in the room came out, Sima Ling stopped his steps and stretched out his front paws to stop the little mute behind her:

"Don't act rashly. ”

The girl whispered a warning, and the cat's face was full of wariness. She took a step forward alone, her front paws extended, her hind paws on the ground, and she leaped into the air, only to hear a thud and a puff of smoke rising from it. In the smoke, a girl in a white shirt with a double bun on her hair was revealed.

is still combed with a ring of braids under the bun on both sides, and the crow-feather-colored hair is lined with a simple and elegant medicinal jade hairpin, revealing a beautiful jasper taste. But it was such a delicate girl, but at the moment her face was solemn, and she bowed to the house that was slightly glowing and could not see the reality clearly: "Thank you very much for the host's family to entertain us! My name is Yin Hualing, this is my younger brother, because I am young, I haven't named it yet, so I will congratulate the master's family on its great joy." ”

Thanks to Wei Ye's day and night, instilling common sense of folklore and even monster science as if brainwashing, this girl remembered to report a fake name first, so as not to reveal her real name. We must know the fact that not only immortal warlocks like Wei Ye, who have a lot to do with the Daomen, should start from the art of calling names and impeaching ghosts in their cultivation, that is, after the first formation of monsters, the first demon art to be cultivated is often a similar set of spells.

can still remember that when Sima Ling cultivated her human form, her seemingly unreliable uncle carried her as a lucky cat on his back and ran all over Henan, Hanoi, Yingchuan, Runan, the heartland of Gyeonggi. It's also simple to say, that is, Wei Ye searched for those underground cellars in these places according to archaeological records. Whether it is the money cellar where the big clan is preparing for the waste and hoarding five baht coins, or the gold and silver cellar, or the private arsenal, they have almost run it all over again.

Among them, the biggest harvest is the gold and silver cellar and the five-baht coin cellar buried by the Dou clan outside Wuyang Village, Wen County, Hanoi County. Not only did it provide a large amount of hardware qi, but the gold cakes, silver ingots, and copper coins in the three cellars had already given birth to spiritual consciousness and turned into demons.

The golden demon who claimed to be Lishui Jun once asked Wei Ye about his life, who knew that Wei Ye was an unsophisticated promoter, and directly reported the stage name of Fulong in the north window to others. The monsters that were turned into these three cellars had nowhere to perform even the most proud Ecstasy Technique, so they were beaten back to their original form by the immortal warlock, and the essence condensed by the hardware was all cheaper than Sima Ling.

The so-called art of calling the name and ecstasy, before Lu Xun was driven out of the textbook by some people with ulterior motives, those who studied the prose "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study" remember the story about the beautiful snake told by the maid who loves to tell country stories:

A scholar was chilling on a moonlit night, but someone called his name. The stupid scholar answered, and saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiling at him and hiding.

The beautiful face in the story is also a beautiful snake. Probably this kind of spirit has become a little climate, and they are extremely sensitive in qi and machine induction, and they are good at calling people's names. If people don't notice it, they can easily respond to it, and under the sense of qi and machine, they are often taken advantage of by this kind of spirit, hooking the soul and harming their lives. As for whether it is eaten raw or cooked, it just depends on how far the monster's cultivation has reached.

The people in the house didn't care about Sima Ling's little precautions, but responded with a smile: "I have no family surnamed Yin in the mountains and underwater here, hundreds of miles of land. Little sister, you and Brother Ling seem to be passing through the local area, do you want to stay here with me permanently?"

Sima Ling's expression did not change, but he still showed a cute and childish smile that was very confusing, and waved his hand and said: "No, no, our uncle is a stubborn who loves to preach and wants me to take care of him, if he wants to leave me, who will take care of him?"

Listening to Sima Ling's answer, the hostess's soft laughter still came from the glowing house: "Oh, oops, I didn't expect you to be such a filial and good boy, but my proposal came a little hastily." The visitor is a guest, Wang Liuniang, let the waiters take some fruit, and prepare two cups of sweet syrup, so as to entertain our two little guests well. ”

I heard the voice of Wang Liuniang from the house: "Follow Madame's orders." ”

Then the sliding door in front of the house opened, and a woman in a light ink-colored skirt stepped out, holding a vermilion lacquer plate with a pair of porcelain bowls on it. I didn't see the figure of the girl in ink moving, and after just one step, she arrived in front of Sima Ling and the little mute.

Even if the head shell is not clear, it should instinctively feel dangerous at this time, and the little mute stepped forward to block Sima Ling. However, with a hand on his shoulder, Sima Ling shook his head slightly, pushed aside the little mute, and went straight to face with the girl in ink.

For a while, the girl faced the girl, her eyes went back and forth a few times, but she saw that Sima Ling's face remained unchanged, and she was completely an excellent demeanor before the court. Just stared at the girl in ink, stretched out his hand, picked up a sweet syrup, glanced at the half-floating and half-sinking longan in the lamp, and said slowly: "Then thank you Madame for your kindness." ”

A lot of love, but the meaning of the flow is extremely complicated. The girl in ink did not change her complexion, but the pupils in her eyes shrank slightly, she was no longer willing to look at the girl in a white shirt and hakama, and as soon as her figure turned, she came to the little mute, picked up another sweet slurry in the vermilion lacquer plate, and sent it to the little mute's hand: "The little brother is really good, come, the big sister likes you, you can drink more." ”

The little mute stared at the girl in ink, her muscles stiffened, and the meaning of vigilance could not be more obvious. However, listening to this melodious voice like a yellow warbler, his eyes met the pupils of the girl in ink, but he couldn't control his actions, and slowly stretched out his hand towards the vermilion lacquer plate.

The girl in ink had a smug smile on her face.

Just when the little mute showed a struggling look on his face, but he couldn't resist this involuntary behavior, he heard Sima Ling on the side say in a flat tone, "The weather is good today", and said: "This slurry water can't be hot, and there is a fishy smell in it, bad reviews." ”

With a bad comment, Sima Ling raised his hand, and with a "swish", the sweet slurry in his hand had already splashed the girl in ink. The sweet syrup with three points of heat, the feeling of pouring it on the skin is not so pleasant.

The tip of the girl in ink was still dripping with slurry water, and the fine white official powder was dripping down with the water, and she couldn't see her expression clearly, only to hear her mouth open in a hissing voice: "You bastard little girl-"