She raised her fair and smooth legs, stepped on the pair of Daphne's white cool high heels that she had bought for more than four hundred yuan, and kicked hard on a moss-covered stone in the weeds next to her.
It was too late, but it was soon! I saw that the stone was kicked by Han Mengxiao, and suddenly let out a miserable cry, followed by a puff of white smoke [Why is it white smoke instead of green smoke, you know,
The green smoke is on top of the tomb... Well, you understand, I won't say anymore] I saw a short, fat old man with white hair, white beard and white eyebrows staring into the white smoke with a pair of bright black eyes that were bigger than a copper bell.
Big, said fiercely: "Who doesn't have eyes and makes a surprise attack from behind?"
When he saw that she was a delicate beauty, he calmed down slightly, patted his chest and said to himself: "Be self-restrained, I am a well-respected master."
"You, you, you... who are you?" Han Mengxiao thought that her eyes would definitely not be smaller than that of the old man at this moment. Is this a weird situation? She just kicked someone out so lightly?
She pointed her finger at the old man in front of her, and it took her a long time to speak clearly.
"I'm not a human being," the old man said angrily, his beard twitching as he blew it, making him look a little cute.
"You're not a human being, then who are you?" Seeing that the old man came with great force, but he had no intention of harming her, Han Mengxiao's occupational disease as a reporter suddenly came up. Although she had never believed in ghosts and gods, but now she really
When I met him, I was very excited inside, so I had such a teasing thought.
"I'm not a thing." The old man replied. After he finished speaking, he immediately felt something was wrong and changed his words: "No, I am a thing. That's not right..." Realizing that he had fallen into Han Mengxiao's trick, his face sank again, and he became furious.
He said as if: "You little girl, you don't respect the elderly and don't tell me that you kicked me in pain, but you still want to make fun of me. I want to punish you to suffer in another world! Don't taste all the sufferings in this world."
I won’t allow you to come back because of all the pain!”
What? Han Mengxiao was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of the old man's words, and said casually: "No, what kind of weirdo are you? You are so petty."
Unexpectedly, when the person on the other end heard this, his face suddenly darkened: "Spirit? You actually said that this great immortal is a monster? You also said that I am a little brat. Wow, wow, wow, don't live anymore." He jumped up and down on the spot.
Said: "You little girl, how can you not realize that I, the great immortal who looks so majestic and majestic like Pan An, am the Yue Lao who is in charge of the marriage between heaven and earth, and a popular person in front of the Emperor of Heaven?"
"Yue Lao, you said you are Yue Lao?" Han Mengxiao asked, ignoring the long list of adjectives and finding the key point.
"Of course!" Old man, oh, no! Mr. Yue raised his head proudly, and for a moment, his face sank as if he remembered something: "Little girl, you are so cunning. If you want to distract me from what I said today, you
You have offended this great immortal, but don't try to slip by." After saying that, a long and thin red thread was pulled out from somewhere and wrapped around Han Mengxiao's neck very quickly.
Han Mengxiao felt that his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.
The mountain wind blew by, and the purple light cut a hole in the air and gradually disappeared into it.
The short and fat Yue Lao watched the purple light leave. There was obvious pain on his face that was full of anger just now, and his eyes were also a little moist.