After marrying Pluto, she was pampered every day

Wu Zun's master.

She didn't go to jail.

When she saw my face, she changed from a compassionate expression to gritted teeth in an instant.

He immediately drew his mahogany sword and pointed it at me.

"We are really enemies, and we meet again."

She sneered and stepped closer to me.

When she was about to stab my heart with her sword.

puff!

I bit the tip of my tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Turn around and run.

Depend on!

Things haven't been going well lately, and I always end up in the gutter.

thump!

Huangpizi's poisonous gas is too powerful.

I can't hold it anymore.

"Bitch!" She was disgusted by my mouthful of blood and started to chase her.

The hatred turned into poison and gurgled out.

boom!

"girl"

The old ghost came just in time.

The wide sleeves fanned Huang Pizi and the beautiful woman away.

He hugged me anxiously and said, "Madam."

"Ugh! Old ghost...I, I feel so disgusted."

want to vomit.

The evil spirit that Huang Pizi put out was so stinky.

But before I could vomit, Liu Zongyuan's voice came immediately, "Wushuang, you're not dead, are you?"

Dead long insect, can it talk?

I glared at him bitterly.

Liu Zongyuan touched the tip of his nose and said, "You can still glare at me. The injury is not serious. Just wait, I will avenge you right now."

"Peel the skin off that yellow one and make it into a scarf."

I gritted my teeth in anger.

This little beast is too vicious and sinister.

"okay!"

Liu Zongyuan agreed loudly.

I fainted with relief.

When I woke up, it was dark.

The old ghost sat cross-legged in front of the kang table and clicked on the computer, not knowing what to look at.

Liu Zongyuan is not here.

"Where is Liu Zongyuan?" I asked the old ghost, "Have you made a scarf for me?"

"Madam, you're awake, are you feeling uncomfortable?" The old ghost moved over and put his jade-like fingers on my wrist.

"I'm fine." I leaned over and looked out the window.

The old ghost put away his hand and said, "Don't look, Liu Zongyuan is making porridge for my wife."

"He didn't catch Huangpizi?"

This Liu Zongyuan is not reliable at all.

"We went, but we didn't catch him. Huang Pizi was saved by the Huang Family's Immortal."

I'm confused!

"Who are you talking about?"

The old ghost closed his laptop and explained: "The girl's grandmother today is Grandma Huang."

Grandma Huang?

This is a bit of a hassle.

Grandma Huang enshrines Huang Xian and Huang Pi Zi, and she has helped me before. If I want to deal with that Huang Pi Zi, I might offend Grandma Huang.

It just so happened that Grandma Huang’s granddaughter had a problem with me again.

Such a fucking blood relationship.

so annoying.

"Despite this, the yellow man has been unfavorable to my wife several times, and I will never let my wife suffer such grievances."

He couldn't bear to let his wife suffer.

How could she let a beast come and make her angry?

"Yes, old ghost, you go and peel off its skin and make me a scarf."

You can still rely on your own man.

I looked at the old ghost with bright eyes.

The old ghost stretched out his hand and hugged me, "Okay"

His voice just fell.

I didn't even have time to be moved.

An old voice came from outside, "Is Wushuang at home?"

Grandma Huang?

I raised my head from the old ghost's arms and met his expected gaze.

"Isn't Grandma Huang here to give you a scarf?"

"My wife is worrying too much, I'm afraid my scarf will fly off."

The old ghost helped me sit up, helped me adjust my collar, and said to Liu Zongyuan in the main room outside: "Liu Zongyuan is a visitor, please come in."

Liu Zongyuan, who was busy making porridge, had no time to pay attention to the people outside and stuffed a handful of firewood into the stove.

He opened a crack in the door and shouted outside, "It's home! Come on!"

Grandma Huang walked in from the yard and opened the door of the main room, just in time to see Liu Zongyuan making porridge.

He is a fairy.

Having been a Chumaxian for so many years, she was also quite good at it, and she could see Liu Zongyuan's true identity at a glance.

I was so surprised that my eyes almost rolled down.

The Xian family is actually cooking?

She always thought that the Immortal family was a mysterious and aloof being.

Why are you so down-to-earth?

This, could it be that her eyes were wrong?

rub your eyes.

Liu Zongyuanhu glanced at her with a face on his face, "What are you doing here, old woman?"

Could it be that he came to give his Wushuang a scarf?

Today he went after the yellow man, but the old woman was protecting him.

And the woman who is as thin as a bamboo pole is actually the granddaughter of this old woman.

hateful.

"The Immortal family, I have offended many people today."

Grandma Huang apologized sincerely.

Liu Zongyuan snorted coldly and ignored it.

Grandma Huang was a little embarrassed.

"Don't pay attention to him, even a junior dares to be so arrogant."

This voice, these words.

Successfully angered Liu Zongyuan.

Looking back, I saw the old woman coming in behind Grandma Huang, with long silver hair tied on top of her head.

The body is in good shape and the spirit is full of energy.

The two eyes are particularly bright.

Liu Zongyuan was stunned for a moment, only to hear the old woman say: "Ignorant junior, you are not polite."

"Huang Santai is so majestic."

The old ghost's light voice came.

Liu Zongyuan came to his senses with a start, raised his chin and said: "You are a yellow-skinned person, how can you pretend to be an elder in front of me? We are not the same ancestors."

snort!

Too lazy to offend her.

The arrogance on the face of the old woman who was known as Mrs. Huang's wife suddenly softened a bit when she heard the old ghost's voice.

Glancing at Liu Zongyuan, he followed Grandma Huang into the back room.

The original old back room was transformed by the old ghost into an extremely retro and charming place.

On the four-meter-long Kang, half was converted into a tatami study room, and the other half was reserved as a bed for resting.

The huge windows are hung with elegant but opaque white curtains, which look particularly fairy-like.

There was a carpet, a piano table, a guqin, an incense burner, and a bookshelf under the kang.

And the peony I grew.

Grandma Huang didn't dare to look at it wildly, she only glanced secretly and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

This is the real fairy cave!

Grandma Huang looked at her feet. Her shoes were very dirty, covered with snow and mud.

After hesitating for a while, he took off his shoes and walked in.

That Mrs. Huang Santai followed Mrs. Huang in with her eyebrows lowered.

I leaned against the corner and saw Huang Santai's original body.

"I have met the Immortal" Mrs. Huang Santai still respects the old ghost very much.

Grandma Huang followed Mrs. Huang Santai and bowed.

The old ghost didn't even raise his eyelids.

I sat behind the old ghost, a rare and well-behaved person.

"Unparalleled"

Grandma Huang couldn't help but speak first.

I smiled with my little white teeth, glanced at Grandma Huang Santai at the end of my eyes, and asked Grandma Huang, "Is there something wrong with Grandma Huang?"

"There is indeed something about Huang Santai's grandson, please see if we can discuss it and spare him this time."

Perhaps Grandma Huang felt that she was asking too much.

He kept his head down and didn't dare to look at me.

His calloused hands were holding the corners of his clothes, and it was obvious that he was very nervous.

I blinked my big eyes and pretended to be innocent and said, "Grandma Huang, you don't have to be restrained. You can't ask me this question. It's because he refuses to let me go. Do you think you can get him to let me go?"

Grandma Huang:!

What do you say?

Mrs. Huang's old face changed slightly, "So, you are not willing to forgive my grandson?"

What the hell!

She is so bold!

??

There are old ghosts around.

Can I tolerate her harsh words?

Snapped!

I slapped the table and stood up, "What! Do you want to stand up for your descendants?

OK! come! I will definitely stay with you until the end. "

Seeing that I was about to start a fight with Huang Santai, Grandma Huang quickly explained, "Wushuang, don't get me wrong, Santai didn't mean that.

We are just here to beg for mercy. For the sake of Grandma Huang, can we step back? "

"What do you think?" the old ghost said quietly.

"Spare its life, take it to your palace, and run errands for you. You see, this is a good thing."

Mrs. Huang Santai was obviously very polite to the old ghost.

It turns out that in the face of strength, I am not worthy of being respected.

Made!

I said angrily: "It wants to harm me, can you tell the old ghost?

I was the one who opened the hall, what the hell are you talking to him about? Let me tell you, I am not a garbage recycling station. I collect everything. "

Especially the petty and sinister Huang Pizi.

"I'm talking to the immortal, what's the matter with you, a little mortal?" Mrs. Huang's old face was ugly.

The wrinkles seemed to be angry with me.

boom!

Mrs. Huang Santai was suddenly knocked out and landed heavily in the outer room.

Grandma Huang was so frightened that she was too frightened to speak out.

Kneeling under the kang, he kept kowtowing and begging the old ghost to show mercy.

The old ghost slowly retracted his sleeves and said, "Fu Wushuang is my wife who has been promoted to the divine book. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous?

Let's go! Give my wife an explanation within three days, otherwise, make it into a scarf! "

Grandma Huang knew that the old ghost was relieved and did not necessarily want Huang Pizi's life.

After thanking him repeatedly, he stood up and left.

He helped Huang Santai, who was beaten until she couldn't get up.

Liu Zongyuan curled his lips and sneered.

Carrying the porridge bowl, he lifted the door curtain and walked in.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he was completely different from before, "Wushuang, the porridge I made for you is ready."

I went over to take the porridge bowl and looked at the good-looking porridge. It was yellow and very appetizing.

I just don’t know how it tastes.

"Not bad! I can also make porridge."

"That's right, I'm not bragging, I'm just too lazy to learn. If I learn, even the state banquet chef will be no match for me."

I glanced sideways at Liu Zongyuan and told him he was fat, but he was also out of breath.

How immodest.

I took a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to my mouth carefully.

Liu Zongyuan stared at me expectantly, "How does it taste?"

"I haven't eaten yet, don't rush me."

Why does it smell like paste?

I lowered my eyes and looked at the porridge carefully, but found nothing strange.

Sendu took a sip in his mouth.

vomit!

It smells like paste.

"Your porridge must have become mushy!"

Too bad to eat.

"Haha! Is there any? There's just a layer of paste on the bottom of the pot. I picked it for you to serve. How can it taste like paste? Let me have a taste."

Liu Zongyuan took away the porridge bowl.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but he put the porridge I had sipped in the spoon into his mouth.

"It doesn't taste mushy. It's very delicious. Try it again."

He scooped a spoonful of porridge with the spoon he used and handed it to me.

I:…

"roll!"

This was said by the old ghost.

There was frost on his face and he had been staring at Liu Zongyuan for a long time.

Liu Zongyuan felt the chill radiating from the old ghost's body, and muttered guiltily and timidly, "Get out of here, why are you so angry!"

The old ghost's hand on the Kang table moved.

Liu Zongyuan was so frightened that he ran out.

Clang!

"Hey hey!"

There was an exclamation from outside.

Liu Zongyuan ran too fast and hit someone.

I heard movement and opened the curtains.

In the yard outside, a lame man was knocked to the ground by Liu Zongyuan.

It's Lame Yang.

Seeing Liu Zongyuan running away, he didn't help him up.

I quickly got off the bed.

He ran to the yard to help people.

"Uncle Cripple, are you okay?" Don't hit the person.

"It's okay, just now...that thing ran out."

It was too fast and it was dark.

He didn't see clearly.

"Who knows what it is!" I said perfunctorily, "Uncle Lame, why are you here at this time?"

Lame Yang is the village doctor.

Usually very busy and rarely visit.

If he comes to visit someone, it must be someone who has a patient and invites him over.

Could it be that the old ghost invited him when I fainted?

Neither can! The old ghost's medical skills are also good.

No need to bother others at all.

"Uncle is here to see Xie Zixian. Last month he helped people with their diseases and treated them well. No, today someone came here because of his fame. He asked me to show him the way, right outside the door."

What?

The old ghost still helps people treat weak diseases?

During the month of practicing with me, he was not idle either. In addition to renovating the room decoration, he also went to treat people to make money.

Not bad, not bad, there is life in his eyes.

whee!

"Oh! Then let them in! He's in the house."

"Okay, I'll call them in right now." Lame Yang turned around and walked outside.

I turned around and ran back to the room.

"Old ghost, someone came to see you, and I let them in."

The old ghost put down the scroll in his hand.

He raised his eyes and looked at me.

Unparalleled elegance and gentleness.

Suck!

I took a sip of saliva. This old ghost exuded a bewitching temperament all the time, making me unable to take my eyes away.

The old ghost, holding back his smile, approached me and hit me on the forehead.

It doesn't hurt, it's itchy.

"What do you see?"

"Hey! Look how good you look." I leaned forward with a shy face.

Just about to hug him.

Hearing the footsteps behind me, I quickly restrained myself.

Turn around and return to the main room.

On the left hand side of the main room is the stove, with tables, chairs and benches inside.

I don't even know when he did this.

Lame Yang led two people in.

An old woman and a young woman.

The woman looked haggard and in a daze, as if she had been mentally tortured, and she looked lifeless.

Especially the dark circles under my eyes are as thick as panda eyes.

The old woman's face was rosy, but she had a few big cannons at the corners of her mouth.

There was anxiety on his face.

After the old ghost sat down, he motioned for the patient to take a seat.

He only glanced at the woman faintly and frowned slightly.

Lame Yang saw that the old ghost didn't speak, so he spoke for the woman and said, "She has been suffering from insomnia for a long time. She saw it before at my place and took a lot of medicine, but it still didn't work."

Last time he accidentally saw the old ghost helping people to treat weak diseases.

Then he pointed to the woman and came over to have a look.

"Yeah! I know," the old ghost said lightly.

Lame Yang didn't know how to answer the call.

"She is not sick at all and does not need to take medicine."

woman:?

"No need to take medicine?" the woman asked.

The old ghost nodded, "You don't need to take the medicine, but you need to do one thing."

"What's the matter?" the woman asked subconsciously.

"After I go back, I go to the kitchen every morning around two o'clock to sharpen my knives, boil a pot of water, and then go to bed."

Me: Huh?

When is this?

I won't be able to fix it anymore.

Lame Yang and the woman were also confused.

Is it that simple?

"Then, did she become evil?" Lame Yang still couldn't help but ask.

But the old ghost shook his head with an indifferent expression, "Just do as I say. No need to ask any more questions. If there is no relief in ten days, you can come back for a follow-up consultation."

Since the old ghost said so, Lame Yang didn't ask any more questions.

The woman stood up doubtfully and prepared to leave.

As soon as she raised her butt, the old woman behind her couldn't wait to sit down and said anxiously, "I, there is dirt in the river in front of my house. I cry every night, it scares me to death!"

dirty stuff?

My eyes lit up and I asked, "How did you know it was dirty?"

"Every night I can't see anyone in the river, I can only hear crying. What is it if it's not dirty?"

"How long? Are you coming out tonight?" I was eager to give it a try.

The old woman "has been here for three or four months and comes out every night."

Cough

I pretended to cough twice, and it was time to get to the point.