Heikou Yao has been practicing witchcraft and head-dropping since they were young. Their physiques are affected, and their lips will lose color and turn into purple or black. This is how this clan got its name.
They have little contact with the outside world, have eccentric temperaments and cruel thoughts, and will definitely retaliate, because not to mention the Han people, even "distant relatives" such as Pingdi Yao and Panshan Yao do not want to have any contact with them. This Heikou Yao in the post house is also usually treated by
The other virtuous people regarded her as an alien that they couldn't afford to mess with, and they all walked around her door. Fortunately, she didn't like to communicate with outsiders, and she rarely left the house after settling in.
As soon as she opened her mouth, the room suddenly became quiet, and everyone else was very afraid of her.
Song Yang was the host. Even if he didn't want to cause trouble, he had to speak. He smiled at Heikou Yao and said, "On New Year's Eve, everyone is playing cards here for fun. I disturb your peace. I'm very sorry."
Yao Nu shook her head: "Why did you disturb me? What does it have to do with it? I just can't figure out one thing. Your child is having a New Year's dinner. He invited guests all over the stairs and downstairs, and only bypassed my door... I'll come.
Let me ask you, do you hate me, are you afraid of me, or look down on me?" Her voice is sweet and crisp, mixed with a southwestern accent in half-life Chinese. She can't say it beautifully and cheerfully, and it can't be described as the song of a lark.
It's not too much, and it makes people want to smile. Unfortunately, the person speaking is vicious.
It was Xiaojiu's idea to invite everyone to the post house to celebrate the New Year, and it was Xiaojiu who went door-to-door to notify them. However, she was afraid, disgusted, and afraid to contact people who played with witchcraft, so she didn't go over to say hello. She couldn't think of causing trouble for such a trivial matter.
Come to hold a grudge against the other party.
Xiaojiu neither dared to offend Yao Nu nor wanted to cause trouble for Song Yang, so she timidly wanted to apologize. Before Song Yang could support her, another cold voice came from the gambling table: "If you want to bet, come in.
, if you don’t want to bet, just go away.”
With a crash, the people gathered at the table dispersed, and Chen Hui, who spoke coldly, flashed out. Grandmaster Jiading, even if his cultivation is not good, how can he take a Yao girl in his eyes.
"I'll bet, why don't you bet." Yaonv said, reaching out and throwing a gold ingot onto the gambling table, making a loud thud: "It's just money gambling, what's the point of it."
Chen Hui looked at the gold, then at the enchantress, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I bet gold on my hair. Just one hair is enough. You will make money."
It is the simplest common sense that evil magic is triggered by beards and hair. Whoever Heikou Yao gets his hair will have his life pinched. Who dares to take the bet? Everyone in the room will retreat. Yao Nu
The smile, because of the color of her lips, made her look evil. She stared at Chen Hui and said, "I bet on one hair, old man, do you dare..."
Before he finished speaking, Yao Nu's voice suddenly became dull... Not to mention his hair, Chen Hui had no eyebrows or beard, and his face was incomparably clean. Yao Nu did not expect such a situation, and was stunned for a moment.
On the spot, I didn’t know what to say.
Chen Hui was also very embarrassed. He was not afraid of sorcery and wanted to gamble, but he couldn't get his hair out.
Nervous, weird, and a little ridiculous, the atmosphere in the 'casino' became weird. Song Yang coughed, stepped forward and was about to speak, when suddenly a gust of fragrant wind floated, and Nan Rong Youquan was wearing a purple dress.
, walked in from the outside, reached out his hand and patted Yao Nu on the shoulder without hesitation, and asked with a smile: "Ayi Guo, who has offended you again?"
Then, Nan Rong Youquan nodded to Song Yang again: "I wanted to come down earlier, but I had to dress up for your invitation, so I came late."
The rebellious Yao Nu was not hostile to Nan Rong Youquan at all. On the contrary, her expression quickly softened, and there was even a trace of... tenderness in her eyes. The Yao Nu lowered her chin to Song Yang and asked Nan Rong: "
Is Little Wa'er your friend?" Her name is Aiguo, and in terms of age, she is half a year younger than Song Yang. However, due to the dialect habits in the southwestern mountainous areas, the common and junior generations call her "Wa'er".
"Not only is he a friend, he is also my benefactor." Nan Rong Youquan's smile was full of resentment that only Song Yang could understand.
Ayiguo didn't expect him and waved his hand happily: "Since we are friends, we have to worry about it!" After thinking about it, he pointed to the card game and asked Nan Rong: "Then can your child know how to play this card?"
Law?"
Nan Rong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "You also want to gamble, but you don't know how to play cards?"
Ayiguo looked disdainful: "The Han people's cards, the pips and bars are red and the bars are black, it's troublesome!"
Nan Rong smiled: "It doesn't matter, I understand. You pay the capital and I help you bet."
Ayiguo was overjoyed and took Nan Rong's hand to gamble. But as soon as they got together, no one except the bald Chen Hui dared to sit on the table and push cards... After winning Nan's money, he couldn't keep it all.
A Yiguo would not secretly rip off a few strands of his own hair.
Song Yang made a hand and went to the table to push the cards. He was not too afraid of witchcraft. Although he did not understand these weird abilities, according to his idea, it was nothing more than insect poison, blood poison, and some neurotoxins. In the final analysis, he would escape.
But with the word 'poison', compared to myself, the other party at most has its own strengths.
Chen Hui, Nan Rong and Song Yang were still three short of each other. The remaining people would rather go back to sleep than gamble in front of the eyeing Ai Guo. Ai Guo knew that everyone was afraid of him, so he laughed and said: "What's the matter?"
, sit down and bet."
It's okay if she doesn't persuade her, but if she does, no one will play with her.
Seeing that the gambling game had to be broken up, there was heavy footsteps outside the door, and an old dwarf wearing a red robe and a fire cloud scarf slowly walked in... In fact, he was not walking slowly, but his walking posture was strange, as if
When stepping in the quagmire, every step he takes is like struggling to pull his feet out, which makes people think that he is very slow.
The old dwarf laughed hoarsely; "Gambling and drinking are always indispensable for me, a fire Taoist priest!"
Just as the old Taoist's voice fell, another high-pitched voice floated over: "The blind man's hands are itchy too, and he wants to touch two of them." Immediately, the sound of rattling bamboo sticks was heard, and a man who looked no more than middle-aged, but had a strong body
The blind man, who was stooped and disfigured, came to the table with a cane.
The fire Taoist priest was not polite to the blind man at all: "There is only one seat left. You are late. Please come early next time."
While he was speaking, the blind man had already used his bamboo stick to explore the gaming table, knocked on the vacant seat, and replied in a dark voice: "You haven't sat down yet, the seat is still empty, and I won't even come."
Night."
It was obvious that the two had been at odds with each other for a long time, and they were at odds with each other as soon as they met. Taoist Huo's tone also turned gloomy: "This chair is very hot. If you sit on it with your bones, thick smoke will inevitably come out, and you will be careful to set yourself on fire."
The blind man raised his head and pursed his dry lips: "What a great knowledge, and you also know the four words 'drawing fire and burning yourself'. Then have you heard of another idiom: playing with fire and burning yourself."
Taoist Huo wanted to say something more, but Song Yang had already stood up to smooth things over, shook his head and said with a smile: "I just don't have much money, so you two don't have to fight for a chair, so I will give up my seat." Unexpectedly, no one bought it, and the blind man continued to sneer: "You
Whoever wants to sit in the seat can take it, I only recognize this seat." He raised his stick in his hand and pointed it diagonally at the dwarf.
The old dwarf didn't back down: "What a coincidence, I also like this chair." As he spoke, his hands retracted into his sleeves.
The two of them were at war with each other and were ready to fight at any time. Song Yang was still trying to persuade him with a wry smile: "At this time of year, I have to ask for good luck, so both of you can calm down..." After saying a few words, the two of them ignored him,
Song Yang also became impatient, and turned around and told the mute: "Clear the table again, let's find a new table to play cards." Then he looked at Xiao Jiu: "You have one person to take over. Don't worry, I will take care of everything."
The corners of his black mouth turned up, and Ai Guo showed a weird smile to Xiao Jiu, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a big insect, I can't eat you." The weird accent and sweet tone made people laugh.
It's awkward to say.
Everyone started working together, and within a short time the card game was transferred to another place. No one paid attention to the dwarf and the blind man anymore, leaving only an empty table and four empty chairs.
Now that the game has been moved, do we still have to fight for an empty chair? The dwarf Taoist priest and the blind man from Guigu did not expect this to happen. It was not as exciting to walk as to stand. During the tense confrontation, their faces unknowingly showed a little more emotion.