It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

In the rest room.Yun Mao muttered in dissatisfaction: "Bring that smelly monk over again."

Liang Yueyang didn't seem to hear it, and looked at the monk from a distance, seeing that he seemed to have finished the conversation with the director, so he withdrew and left.

"Ah, who was that young man just now?" Pei Quan was fat-headed and gossips when he sees old acquaintances.

"I found something wrong." Liang Yueyang didn't bother to answer, and went straight to the point. He didn't feel very good when he came here for the first time, and this feeling was even stronger when he came again.

Pei Quan nodded and snorted with a smile: "There is a Buddha's light in this building. I don't know who invited it, but I actually invited it, but it's easy to send it away, let alone the moody Yin Buddha."

"How did you invite Yin Buddha?" Liang Yueyang frowned, "Isn't this just going through a process, why are you serious?"

"This time it might be an expert." Pei Quan put his palms together and recited scriptures silently twice.

After Liang Yueyang looked around, he walked towards the rest room and said: "I'll solve it when I have time."

"Ah?" Pei Quan raised his eyebrows, it seemed that the person had gone far away, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, carefully remembered the outline of the floor and the arrangement of large objects in his heart, looked for a secluded place, and felt it.

Walking in, the place Liang Yueyang chose was still sunny.

When he went out for a while, Yun Mao talked nonsense with Qiao Jin, but when he came back, he stopped talking and turned around to pick things up.

Qiao Jin looked at the person bathed in the sun, he looked like a banished fairy, handsome and handsome, with skin like the finest brocade, he couldn't help but get off topic: "Are you human?"

"..." Yun Mao was eating the cake with his arms in his arms, he choked, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Your saliva is about to flow down! Shut up!"

"Brother, we met a ghost last night and came after him." Yun Mao quickly answered the question and got to the point.

"That's what you can see. I can't refute it anyway. What if it's directed at you?" Qiao Jin looked over with a look of "who knows if you're lying".

Liang Yueyang turned his head, glanced at the sun, and said in a calm voice, "You really have no reason to recruit ghosts."

Standing there is a sun. Although the ghosts are more distracted, they are not all fools.

"That's a ghost." Yun Mao interjected.

They're not human anyway.Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows and stretched out his left hand, reaching in front of Liang Yueyang: "My hand is always hot, especially when I have a certain thought, it burns very badly."

"Some kind of thought..." Yun Mao blinked his eyes and leaned closer to Liang Yueyang, "What desire do you not think about?"

Liang Yueyang pressed someone's head that was approaching constantly, and pinched Qiao Jin's middle finger with one hand.On the delicate texture, the palmistry is excellent.Liang Yueyang couldn't help raising his eyes to look at Qiao Jin's face again. When he met Qiao Jin's probing eyes, he could only look back as if nothing had happened.

Rubbing his thumb up along the middle finger, Qiao Jin felt itchy and couldn't help trembling.

A domineering heat flow suddenly rushed into the palm of his hand, Qiao Jin snorted, curled up his fingers, and scratched Liang Yueyang's thin white fingers.Qiao Jin opened his mouth: "Sorry..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a bright red flower appeared on the palm of his hand like a cloud of smoke, exactly the same as the sea of ​​flowers he saw that night.

"The other shore flower!" Yun Mao exclaimed.

Liang Yueyang pondered for a moment: "... Lycoris."

"Huh? Manzhushahua?" Pei Quan pushed the door open and entered randomly.

"Well, the flowers are blooming in warm spring, suitable for viewing flowers." With a dark face, Qiao Jin looked at the enchanting flowers in his palm. If they were not in the palm, they might be more suitable for appreciation. His voice was dry, "Handsome, my hand is about to be crushed." You broke."

Liang Yueyang hooked his index finger, and the Bianhua moved along Liang Yueyang's fingertips, as if he had found a new owner.

And this fingertip was only a foot away from the palm of the other, and Qiao Jin immediately felt a sharp pain in his palm, accompanied by a convulsive nausea, as if what was pulled out was a blood vessel, and the other end was connected to the heart.

"Sure enough, it won't be too easy." Liang Yueyang fixed his eyes on Qiao Jin, and the other side flower was planning to parasitize him.

"Hey, it's really Manzhushahua." Pei Quan stepped forward to poke the flower with a curious expression on his face, "This thing is rare now."

Qiaojin resisted the throbbing of his heart, looked at the monk's chubby face, and wanted to... beat him.

Pei Quan has thick eyebrows and small eyes, but when he smiles, his eyebrows are curved, kindly like a Maitreya Buddha.

Can't go away.Liang Yueyang curled his nails together, pinched the flower-stem, and looked at Qiao Jin with his eyes.As expected, Qiaojin got a lump in his throat and coughed twice.

Liang Yueyang lowered her eyelashes and let go, pushing the Bana flower back into Qiaojin's palm with a gentle look.

The flowers in front of him were extremely bright, Qiao Jin drooped his eyelids, did he suck them into his heart?

"You can't even lower a flower, cough, right?" Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at Liang Yueyang suspiciously. He really didn't believe that such a simple thing would stump him. Bar.

Liang Yueyang sighed, and clapped his hands as if brushing off dust.

The monk on the side smiled and said, "Being entangled by the flowers of hell, shouldn't you reflect on what you have done to your conscience?"

"No." Qiao Jin rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and looked serious, "I'm so upright."

"That's afraid of ghosts." Yun Mao snorted.

Qiao Jin gave him a white look: "The main reason is that I didn't do anything wrong. The ghost is still entangled in me. Didn't you be the one who danced around yesterday?"

"It's not me who was entangled by the Bianhua flower." Yun Mao bared his teeth and smiled, quite complacently.

"Maomao, come quickly, your show." The little assistant Yuan Tianhe started to greet again, Yun Mao grinned and ran away in a hurry.

After walking away, Liang Yueyang turned to stare at the bald Pei Quan, without a trace of a smile on his face.

"Your eyes are cramping again?" Pei Quan joked with a smile, and then stared at Qiao Jin with a half-smile. Cha, you get yours done first..."

The tone of the last words was very long, and it seemed that there was still something left to say, but it ended strangely.Pei Quan was smiling, maybe it was spring.

Qiao Jin belatedly focused his eyes on Liang Yueyang: "Where's my tiger pepper?"

There is no dinner when you order.Without squinting, Liang Yueyang took out his mobile phone, turned on the screen, and tapped the time with his finger to show Qiao Jin.

It's almost four o'clock, and it's really hard to buy dinner on the remote road coming here.

"Then, make up for it." Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows, and he didn't hide his shameless nature in front of Liang Yueyang, and leaned forward with a flattering face, "Take me to sleep tonight."

... This meal was originally brought to you for free, as gross compensation.

Liang Yueyang looked at the face close at hand, like a pug dog, turned his face away mercilessly, and walked towards the door: "Follow."

"Handsome guy, what impact will this flower cause?" Qiao Jin followed up and began to babble, "Bring misfortune to people around me? Or will it damage my luck? Or..."

Liang Yueyang stood and looked at the direction, and gently put his right foot on the ground.

The sun instantly brings a lot of pressure on the head.Qiao Jin felt that the heat of the sun seemed to be sucked in, looked up at the transparent design on the top of the hotel in surprise, and fanned the wind with his hand: "Handsome guy, you made a magnifying glass on your head?"

"Did you see anything?" Liang Yueyang's voice was tinged with surprise.

Jokin shook his head: "It feels like, we're like the paper I burned with a magnifying glass when I was a kid."

"..." Liang Yueyang exhaled softly, "This way."

The spiral staircase is extremely charming. Liang Yueyang went to the stairs, but instead of going upstairs, he walked around to the back of the stairs.

He was walking in the direction of Zeng Feiwen's resting place. After all, they were all patients, and it was impossible to return them upstairs. Qiao Jin's heart sank, and he ran to the same row with Liang Yueyang in two or three steps, pointing to the distance. The room: "That one is the wounded of the crew."