The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

After Yan Gu was forcibly taken away by Ye You, he was cursing all the way.

Yeyou sighed deeply as he looked at this man's angry attitude, always ready to kill others.

This guy can really fight, but his brain is really small!

The two ghosts didn't return to Dayong. Yeyou dragged Uncle Jinwu to Zuzhou and said, "Don't panic, just wait, you will know soon."

In fact, it's really fast.

As soon as Bird and Ghost arrived at Zuzhou, they saw a certain older man sitting by the sea and making tea by the stove. His leisurely look made Yan Greed Bird's eyes widen.

He pointed at Cang Ming: "Why are you here?"

Yeyou sighed, "As expected."

"Sure enough?" Yan Gu was suspicious, Bird's mind was confused.

Cang Ming stood up unhurriedly and nodded to Yangre and Yeyou: "Uncle Yangre, Mr. Ye, please."

The bird feathers on Yan Gu's body almost exploded, and Ye You's expression froze.

Yan Gu: "What's the matter with your sour tone? Is it ruining your brain?"

Ye You coughed: "He is Prince Cangming."

Yan Gu's expression changed suddenly. It was obvious that Uncle Bird had been watching and drinking in Zuzhou during this period and was unaware of the many 'transformations' of his great son-in-law.

"Calm down! Uncle, let's calm down first!" Yeyou used all his strength to hold Uncle Jinwu on his arms. Seeing that Cang Ming opposite him had no intention of helping, he collapsed inside.

He had no choice but to resort to a trick to distract Yan Greed and yelled:

"Is that Miaoyin that appeared in Kunlun a ghost in disguise?"

Sure enough, the fire on Yan Gu's forehead was extinguished and he turned back to glare at him: "What the hell? Is it my eldest niece who just fought with me?"

Uncle Jinwu didn't understand. Uncle Jinwu was at a loss.

What the hell?

Cang Ming nodded and said calmly: "It's indeed Cha Cha, didn't Uncle Yan Gu recognize it?"

Sweating on the night tour: Hey, hey, hey! Don't add fuel to the fire!

The fire on Yan Gu's head popped up again: "Who didn't recognize it! How can I not recognize my eldest niece? No... you can call her "Shasha"? Also, who is your uncle! Young Master Come visit relatives!”

Cang Ming looked at him and tilted his head slightly, "When you treat the other me, you are very kind and pleasant."

Yan Gu smiled ferociously: "I even broke all his ribs. What? You also want this kind of pleasant look?"

"It's a gift from the elders, and I dare not refuse it." Cang Ming stood up and held his hands in his hands: "If my uncle can be happy with this, I will be willing to express my gratitude."

Yan Greed: "..."

Uncle Jinwu can't fix it.

This kid...well, is he sick?

However, now this pretentiousness is a bit like that kid Xiao Chenyan!

At this time, 'Miaoyin' appeared with the magic trick of making her belly round.

Yan Gu took off his shoes and pointed at Miao Yin: "Stand firm where you are!"

In an instant, Qingwu released the illusion, turned around and ran away.

Yan Guan chased after him: "You ghost girl, you are trying to trick your uncle and me! You dare to turn into that lotus spirit, I can't kill you!"

"Uncle Yan, you've gone too far!" Qingwu yelled without looking back: "Yeyou recognized me, but you still blame me for my poor acting skills when your eyes are dim? Ouch - you have athlete's foot... How long have you not washed your feet? !”

"You just do it, just like Uncle Bei taking off his shoes, you don't wash your feet!"

The uncle and nephew are fighting like birds flying and ghosts jumping.

Cang Ming was holding a cup of fragrant tea and admiring it quietly. Qing Wu caught a glimpse of Yan Gu's hand grabbing the shoes and pointed at him:

"Cut him! He gave me this idea!"

Cang Ming paused while drinking tea and blinked his eyelashes. Is he so familiar with framing people?

Cang Ming wanted to deny it, but when the words came to his lips, an instinct overcame his reason, and he blurted out: "Yes, it's me."

Cang Ming: "..."

He pursed his lips in self-reflection.

Is that instinct that just stopped him from telling the truth called connivance?

Or is it called the desire to survive?

It feels so strange and novel.