"Huh?" The turtle monster that was pointed out was frightened, and in the end, his whole body shrank into the turtle shell, and a python robe fell into the dust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ma Xiaoming didn't mean to hurt this turtle monster, and explained: "This turtle is too, there is not the slightest murderous resentment on his body, although the fox and the fake tiger scolded me before, but I actually hope that the Dragon King of West Lake will not kill again." ”

Wang Xiaohu recalled the scene after getting on the painting boat and nodded thoughtfully.

"Presumably you've persuaded the Dragon King of West Lake like this many times before!" Ma Xiaoming stared at the turtle monster that was still shrunk into a ball, and said with a smile.

The turtle monster sensed that Ma Xiaoming didn't seem to intend to kill him, and his limbs slowly stretched out from the turtle shell, only the head was always hidden in the shell.

"Sima Daxia Mingjian. "There was a sound coming from inside the turtle shell, because it was hovering inside the turtle shell, and the sound was much lower.

The whole scene is very interesting, Ma Xiaoming stands in front of a turtle shell with hands and feet but no head.

"Brother Sima, what about these women?" Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but ask as he looked at these thin and slender women with inhuman bodies.

"Let them go, they are also poor people who were persecuted by the Dragon King of West Lake, they were like this before they were alive, and they were like this after they died. Ma Xiaoming sighed, these women were indifferent to what happened tonight, except that they avoided the past when there was a battle on the painting boat before, and now that the battle was over, they gathered on the deck again and began to dance, just like before.

Seeing this scene, the sigh in Ma Xiaoming's heart became even heavier.

When will the West Lake sing and dance stop? It is really impossible to stop, whether it is a troubled era or a prosperous era.

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A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy had been kneeling in Sheng Zunwu's courtyard for two days and two nights.

"Brother Sima, is the master still unwilling to agree to accept Big Brother Yu as an apprentice?" Wang Xiaohu looked at the young man who had been kneeling outside the door, and felt a little unhappy in his heart, "Is it because of me?"

Ma Xiaoming waved his hand and explained, "It has nothing to do with you." Whether it's him, or the brothers and sisters who were driven away before you, is there only one reason why your master doesn't accept them?"

"Your master is practicing the magic knife technique, this set of knife techniques attaches the most importance to the soul, as long as there is a slight evil thought in the heart, it will inevitably be taken advantage of by the infinitely amplified evil thoughts, and become a complete demon. Ma Xiaoming looked at the white-clothed young man kneeling in the courtyard, and sighed, "You see how firm he is now, so how deep his obsession is, obsession is not an evil thought in a certain sense?"

Yu Nansong is a native of the Ludi Yu family, and his father is the famous "Shenzhou Hero" Yu Chengzong. According to Yu Nansong, his family disappeared overnight and was suspected of being killed by the demons, so he came here to hope that Sheng Zunwu would uphold justice.

It's just that Sheng Zunwu can't use force again, so Yu Nansong can only retreat and want to worship Sheng Zunwu as a teacher. He also has no choice, he originally had savings at home, but unfortunately in order to find his family, he spent money everywhere to ask for the help of those heroes, Taoist priests, and monks, and now he is penniless and wandering abroad. The most infuriating thing is that those who invited them talked wildly, but in the end, they either got the money and ran away secretly, or they got nothing, which disappointed Yu Nansong's expectations.

Now that he has been living in Hangzhou, he heard that there is a "God Eye Demon Knife" here, or one of the three major god catches, Yu Nansong, who is unwilling to give up, will naturally not let go of this opportunity easily.

"Xiaohu, what are you still doing in a daze?" A figure flashed out of the lobby, and a majestic momentum rushed to the face, it was Xiaohu's master Sheng Zunwu.

"Didn't you go to Aunt Huang to get the clothes?"

Wang Xiaohu looked a little reluctant, hoping to help Yu Nansong say a few more good words, but the master has always been strict, and he didn't dare to delay the master's affairs, so he could only obey his fate.

Before leaving, thinking that Yu Nansong had not eaten a grain of rice for two days and two nights, he still took the food from the kitchen and put it in front of him, just looking at his resolute expression, he knew that he probably wouldn't be able to eat, so he suddenly sighed and went out to run errands.

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The owner of the clothing store, Mrs. Huang, was not there, only her daughter Huang Qiongying was watching the store, and it turned out that Mrs. Huang and her niece went to the cemetery outside the city to bury their relatives today.

There was no way, Wang Xiaohu had to rush to the cemetery outside the city.

"You broom star, kill your mother, and now your father doesn't want you, fortunately, someone takes you in now, otherwise you will have to trouble me......" A woman's mean voice came, Wang Xiaohu frowned, he recognized it as Huang Damiang's voice.

Approaching and looking, there was a young girl kneeling at the grave, with a beautiful face and beautiful black hair, but a pair of big eyes full of tears, and her face was extremely sad, and it was Huang Damiang who was standing next to her and constantly scolding.

"Woo woo...... "The death of the mother was a great blow to the girl, and now she was scolded by her aunt like this, and she suddenly felt very wronged, but she couldn't fight back, so she could only continue to hang her head and cry.

"This girl's background is already so pitiful, Aunt Huang still wants to scold her, it's really too much!" Wang Xiaohu was very sympathetic, and immediately ran over and asked Aunt Huang loudly: "Aunt Huang, what about the clothes that my master asked you to make?"

Aunt Huang, who was spitting foam, was speechless for a moment, and only after a while did she whisper: "It's Xiaohu, the clothes, yet, haven't made a good ......" Maybe she felt a little embarrassed and wanted to change the topic, she instantly found a good way again.

"It's all your fault for the damn girl, if it weren't for you, how could I have been busy until now, and I didn't even get my clothes ready. Aunt Huang complained about the girl again, and then she couldn't care about the girl, so she hurried back to the city alone.

Sheng Zun Wu Ke is a big customer, and ordinary people can't afford to make clothes so high.

"This little girl, you, don't cry, okay......" Wang Xiaohu saw this little girl crying heartbroken, and his kind nature made him involuntarily step forward to comfort her, "People can't be resurrected after death!"

"Woo woo woo ......" the girl was still crying, but her voice was significantly reduced.

"I can understand the sadness in your heart...... Seeing that his comfort had an effect, Wang Xiaohu was immediately encouraged, and he continued to say, "When I was very young, my mother also passed away......

The girl stopped crying instantly, obviously attracted by Wang Xiaohu, who had the same experience as herself, she was a little shy, but still asked, "Your mother, has she also passed away?"

"Well, when I was eight or nine years old......"

......

"You must live happily, so that your mother will be happy when she sees you from heaven. ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xiaohu's comfort was very effective, and the girl stopped crying at all. (To be continued.) )