My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

There was dust on Chu Ruo's clothes, and the sleeves were untied. After seeing Nan Xiaohui, he finally stopped his rampage.

"Chu Ruo?" Nan Xiaohui was very surprised. He knelt down, kept eye level with the little boy, looked behind him, and said, "You ran out alone?"

Chu Ruo had a silly smile on his face, holding a candied haws that was about to melt in his hand. Due to the hot weather, the candy-coated beach was fast, from top to bottom, his little hands were sticky and greasy.

"Yes, there are butterflies, butterflies." Chu Ruo waved his hands, scratching at the sky.

Yan Zhou looked around, there was a fart butterfly, wondering if there is so much variety in this mentally retarded world.

Nan Xiaohui just came from this street, not to mention butterflies, but flies; he knew that the little grandson of the Chu family was not intelligent enough, so he just took it as nonsense, gently stroked Chu Ruo's face, and said: " What about your family? You came out alone?"

"Play a game... see, butterfly, fly... fly, catch a butterfly—"

Chu Ruo spoke a few words intermittently, with joy in his eyes, he handed the candied haws in his hand to Nan Xiaohui, "Here, brother, eat, brother... help... catch butterflies, butterflies."

The little boy spoke slowly, and he broke down a sentence into several words and said it suddenly, which made Yan Zhou's heart very dull.

An incomprehensible question flashed through his mind—why there are creatures like children in the mortal world.

He is not tall and likes to drool.

Yan Zhou couldn't bear to look at him, and could not hide the disgust between his brows.

"There are no butterflies here, be obedient, go home, okay?" Nan Xiaohui smoothed his hair that was messed up on his face with a smile, and wiped his mouth with his cuffs, and said in a gentle voice.

Chu Ruo listened to him surprisingly, Nan Xiaohui said that there were no butterflies, so he licked the candied haws calmly and rolled his innocent eyes.

With his appearance, he probably couldn't walk back by himself. The hairy boy ran out alone, with no adults around him watching. From his crumpled clothes, it could be seen that he fell on the ground a lot.

The candied haws were given to him by some kind-hearted person who saw his cuteness, and a few hawthorns were dirty on the crystal sugar coating.

Nan Xiaohui got up and said to Yan Zhou: "Lichuan, why don't you go back first, Chu Ruo probably ran out of the house accidentally, I have to send him home."

Yan Zhou didn't object, "It doesn't matter, I'm not interested in children."

"Then I'll go first." Nan Xiaohui took Chu Ruo's hand and talked to him, "Is the candied haws delicious?"

Chu Ruo: "It's delicious..."

"Be careful next time you walk."

"Good~"

"Brother~"

Yan Zhou watched them walk away, his eyelids drooping.

I will never like children in my life, it's scary.

A warm dance incense pavilion in Yong'an, a woman stands in front of the wooden window, overlooking the low houses and narrow alleys of Yong'an City, standing beside her is a young man who is out of style, the young man seems to be a little anxious, he hesitated for a moment, knelt down towards the woman, bowed his head Said: "I'm sorry, Master."

The woman was facing out of the window, her Danfeng eyes were slightly lowered, and her hooks were charming, and she said in a cold voice and leisurely inadvertently, "Apologize? Why do you apologize?"

The young man kept doing nothing, and unreservedly opened up his crimes: "I didn't control it well when I released the golden powder butterfly, and I was, was seen by others."

"By whom?"

"A child," the young man replied, "There is also the second son of the Chu Mansion, but I disappeared when the child was chasing the butterfly. I am not sure if he saw it."

The woman chuckled, and finally turned around. She faced the boy kneeling at her feet. The light blue-purple gauze skirt moved with the wind, exhaling wisps of sweet fragrance.

"It's okay." She said, "It's just a fool, what are you worried about?"

But the young man still had something to say: "But I'm not sure if the surname Chu has seen it. If he knows that we are watching him secretly, he will be wary and it will be bad for us."

The woman raised her head, asked him to stand up, and said lightly, "Yao'er, you have to understand that we are all people with knives at any time, whether the surname Chu sees it or not, it is him who should be afraid, not us."

She paced slowly, with an elegant figure and charming eyes.

"The Yin Yang sect is doing bloody business in Jianghu. You must always keep in mind the four words of being defiant."

A woman is the god of all people in the Yin Yang sect, her status is only under one person, her spirit belongs to the Taoist sect, and she has thousands of weapons under her seat.

There is a spirit guest beside her, who only accepts one person in the door. She doesn't often show her true face to others, and her whereabouts are mysterious, but she always wears a frightening outfit of collecting money to kill her. Few people outside know her name, even In the Yin Yang sect, the disciples only respect her as "Master Shuang".

Master Shuang has unparalleled beauty in front of her body, but she is full of blood and heart. She is unpredictable, and the lessons she teaches her disciples are also extremely rampant, showing her true qualities of a monster.

"Yes." Crow replied.

Master Shuang said again: "Chu Rong... Mr. Jiu said that he has something on him."

Ya'er blessed his heart and said, "It's a fragment of a god, isn't it?"

"The shards of the gods are what they say, that is the three falls."

"What do you mean?"

"You will gradually understand in the future." Master Shuang said: "By the way, Mr. Jiu asked us to kill a person named Xue Huan, and find another person by the way, Yanjiang goodbye."

"Only looking for?"

Master Shuang understood what he meant, and said, "That's Mr. Jiu's business." She was too lazy to care too much, so she turned around and asked, "Where's Jiang Xuqi?"

Ya'er shook his head: "Jiang'er's whereabouts have been erratic recently. He always disappears at night and appears from nowhere during the day. Master, have you arranged for him to do something?"

"Never." Lord Shuang's eyes turned up, and he said unintentionally: "Is it because you went to a prostitute?"

Ya'er became interested: "Are you chasing girls?"

"If you don't understand, don't learn from him."

"I was very happy to see Jiang'er come back that day, with a smile on his lips, chasing girls should be easy, master, I also think—" Ya'er continued to talk, but was interrupted by Master Shuang frowning.

"You don't want to." Finally, in order to prevent Ya'er from continuing, he was given a task. "Take a message to Chu Rong and ask him to attend the appointment at the graveyard at night."

Ya'er was serious and fast, and immediately took orders: "Yes."

The tomb walker drew up the thread with his fingertips and completed the final layout.

He drew a little spiritual power, turned it into his nose, took a deep breath, his stooped back sprung up like mushrooms, and he straightened his waist.

A thick prison chain was filled with evil spirits, tied up Chu Tan's limbs, and finally wrapped around his neck and nailed it to a black wall.

The hand with the severed limb and white bone inserted into Chu Dan's chest, and five holes were opened in it, and a red aura blew out, climbing along the five fingers.

Chu Rong stretched out his hand to release the spiritual method, ready to absorb the redness that was longed for.

"You're too anxious this time, it will backfire." The tomb tourer's heavy voice pierced into Chu Rong's ears, reminding him kindly.

Teng Qi's spiritual method was grasped, and Chu Rong's tone was awkward, as if someone had offended him.

"I have a sense of proportion, this time is a good opportunity, I can't give up." Chu Rong held back his voice, "You don't need to ask me about my affairs, you take care of that dead thing you raised!"

"My dead thing?" The tomb walker laughed for a while: "Chu Rong, without my dead thing, can you take this opportunity to hold him?"

"But he also caused me trouble at the same time." Chu Rong said: "I hate cleaning up other people's mess the most. If he is hungry, the corpses in the graveyard are enough for him to eat. Don't hurt my people in Yong'an. This is the last time."

Yong'an regards him as a god, so he has to fulfill the responsibility of being a good god. He does everything possible to make himself stronger, and kills any monsters lurking in Yong'an that could endanger the lives of the people in this city.After enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by stars for a long time, he felt that he was a god, how could he be filthy if he had a reputation?

"The corpse-chewing boy came back from the dead, was strangled to death, and never grew up properly. He pitifully huddled in the corner of the ghost world, watching the seasons of the human world. Other babies can be blessed by their parents and grow up healthily until He died of old age. No one loves him, he can't feed him, so he can only find some corpses to satisfy his hunger, it's his nature, how can you blame him."

The grave walker defends the Corpse Chewing Boy.

Chu Rong retorted without mercy: "I don't care what suffering he has suffered, as long as he is not a human, I don't care what he wants to eat. It is just a dead thing, which shouldn't exist in this world."

He warned the grave visitors that if the Corpse Chewing Boy makes another storm in Yong'an, he will never show mercy.

"Have mercy and forgiveness."

Chu Rong was impatient: "It's none of your business, why don't you leave!"

Blood gushed out of Chu Tan's mouth and nose, supported by the chains of evil spirits. The tomb walker hunched back to the original arc, turned his back, and threw out a word intentionally or unintentionally.

"Forget the original intention of the beginning."

"It backfired."

His tail sound dragged on for a long time, colliding and disappearing as he approached the darkness.

Chu Rong opened his palm, and the spirit came out again, spitting out the snake core and swimming towards Chu Dan.

"I know what I want." Chu Rong's eyes were blue and cruel, and he said coldly: "Chu Dan must die."

Only one can live between him and Chu Tan, and it can only be him.

-

After practicing the spiritual method from Chu Dan, Chu Rong finally looked relaxed, and he left the yard full of wine and food. Just as he took a step, a hidden weapon spun towards him. Chu Rong's eyes were sharp, and he stopped. , sideways to hide.

A man wrapped in black gauze covered his face, closed his palms, and issued a decree again, which read: See you at the graveyard tonight.

Chu Rong flicked his sleeves: "Who are you?"

The man didn't show his true face, but his figure was light and light, with his toes floating on the stems and leaves of the flower garden, he said: "I'm going to make an appointment tonight, so I naturally know."

Chu Rong was disdainful: "I never make appointments with people I don't know."

The man seemed to have known that he would say this, and his spiritual method turned into a decree, "If you don't go, tomorrow the entire Yong'an people will know that the famous second son of the Chu family has raised a man-eating little ghost, and he is trying to cover it up!"

Heart skipping a beat, Chu Rong frowned: "Who are you? What do you know?"

The man didn't answer but said, "I'll understand when I go."

"What if I don't go?"

"You have no choice!"

After the man finished speaking, he clasped the spell with his fingers and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Chu Rong chased after him for two steps, looked at the place where the man was standing, feeling uncertain for a while.

When did Yong'an have such a character, why didn't he find out before?Or, more recently.

After a while, he thought again, graveyard?Who would invite him to the graveyard?

ghost?

At this time, Nan Xiaohui sent Chu Ruo back. Originally, Nan Xiaohui was politely thanked and invited back at the door. Unexpectedly, Chu Ruo took his hand and ran towards the inner courtyard until he reached Chu Rong. Seeing someone in the courtyard, Chu Ruo let go of Nan Xiaohui's hand, shouted and threw himself into Chu Rong's arms.

Chu Rong was not in the mood to hug him, and stretched out his hand to push him away. Chu Ruo couldn't understand what he meant, and didn't feel any rejection at all, and shouted: "Sleep, uncle, uncle, sleep."

Chu Rong was impatient, he put his legs back, broke away from Chu Ruo, and said, "Don't bother me, idiot."

Then he didn't care about Nan Xiaohui, the stranger was still standing here, and strode away.