The Republic of China Demon Cloud Records

Tangxi was wrapped in a thick rabbit fur cloak, and she was playing with the newly made keel incense. She sorted out the scrolls in her hand, and more than 40 scrolls were scattered and used.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, in the two weeks before the Chinese New Year, Tangxi has a task every day, which is to make a river lantern with peach blossom lamps, and pick out monsters that can cross over and send them away.

Every river lantern had to be folded one by one by Tangxi herself with the paper of the scroll and then with her spiritual power. She untied a scroll in her hand, and a little white fox jumped on the paper.

The little fox has four tails, two of which were cut off by Tangxi, and now the two severed tails have been skinned and made into two scarves, which are quite comfortable to wear.

Tangxi felt a pain in the head when he saw the little fox, and temporarily lifted the restriction on the painting scroll with a burst of spiritual power in his palm, and a little white fox fell to the ground.

Its two pointed ears moved, its tail flicked lightly, and it opened a pair of eyes, which were so dark and moist.

The little fox yawned and raised his eyelids to look at Tangxi. Tangxi could actually see the irritability on the fox's face.

Her lips twitched, and she persuaded first: "I said, Miss Zhilan, the vixen, you have been sitting on our family's scroll for a hundred years, and you can cross over a long time ago. I beg you to go this year." Alright."

As he spoke, he almost bowed to the little fox a few times, and the little fox moved its ears again, opened its mouth to reveal its pink tongue, and spit out human words, shaking its head and shaking its head in just two words: "Don't go. "

Confidently, he picked up another round stool in the room, turned around on it to find a comfortable position and lay down. This little white fox was small, only about the size of Tangxi's three palms, like a little milk dog.

I can't imagine it at all, this is a big monster, a big monster that kills people and eats meat.

Tangxi frowned again, thinking inwardly that it would not be possible to send him away this year, the little fox hugged his tail and combed the hair on it, and said with disgust: "Don't think I don't know what you're up to .”

Tangxi froze in place, looked at the little fox with some doubts, smacked his mouth, and asked, "What do you think I'm up to?"

The white fox snorted and started licking his paw again: "You cut off my tail, and you wanted to send me away? I don't."

Tangxi folded her hands helplessly, stood up and waved at the white fox: "My aunt, what you said is really unconscionable, I'm only in my teens now, and you draw scrolls at my house It has been in it for a hundred years, and when I get you, you have four tails."

This time it was the white fox's turn to be shocked. She tilted her head, as if confirming the truth of Tangxi's words, and then sneezed and said, "Okay, even if it's not you, it's still your clansman, and you have to take responsibility." .”

A bit of disgust appeared on the fox's face, and he covered his nose with his paws: "Woo, who have you been with recently, why do you smell like a bastard?"

Tangxi raised her hand and smelled it herself. It didn't taste good. It was all fragrant and there were faint Chinese medicinal materials. She had the right to act like a fox to stimulate herself on purpose: "What are you talking about, where is the smell?"

The little fox stood up, turned around the foot of Tangxi, sniffled and searched for clues: "Oh, it turned out to be a little boy, or a half-demon."

After confirming it, he walked three steps away from Tangxi and muttered, "The smell of cats is really bad."

Now Tangxi knew who she was picking up, so she said with a wry smile: "Stop making trouble, what exactly are you going to do?"

Tangxi was about to burst into tears. The Tang family's skills were banned in this high-level scroll, and every time a high-level monster was sent away, a part of the spiritual power or a part of the mind could be recovered.

This fox is a big monster, so sealing it should be quite strenuous, and I don't know if I can see what good things I used in my lifetime.

The fox listened to Tangxi moaning and chirping next to its ear. Since Tangxi was six years old, she had been whining in its ear with the same sad expression and broken words every year.

The only purpose is to make the fox obediently be sent to Transcendence. Is there anyone who bullies the fox?

The little white fox was a little unhappy, he was really an enemy, ordinary people would have no time to meet the fox fairy, so the elm heads of the Tang family actually used the tree demon for reuse, but sealed themselves.

After listening to Tangxi's commotion for a long time, the fox Zhilan finally couldn't help standing up, the size of a small dumpling, and the hair on her body exploded: "It's alright, alright, are you annoyed like this every year?" , I want to go out for a while, and come back after the Chinese New Year."

Tangxi didn't even have time to stop her, the vixen escaped through the window and entered the yard, she licked her fur and became a beauty with fluttering hair.

Zhilan imitated Tangxi's dress, a pink long-sleeved cheongsam, and a pair of short-heeled women's shoes.

This looks a little flimsy, but Zhilan didn't feel the cold at all, she just turned around and found that she didn't show her tail, so she went out to play happily.

The snack street in Luyi County is very crowded when the New Year is approaching. Everyone chooses these days to start buying new year's goods. The candy shop and snack shop are almost full.

There are also some men who bring their wives and concubines to visit jewelry shops. It is a rare new year, and it will be a joke to celebrate the New Year without good-looking jewelry.

There are also many people in the clothing store, some are buying fabrics and some are buying new coats, cheongsams, and coats.

Luyi County is a strange county. Some people in the county have cut their hair, put on Western-style clothes, and hold a civilized stick in their hands when walking on the road.

Some people were wearing white-washed padded jackets, and there were some long braids behind their heads, but they were coiled up and hidden under the cloth for fear of being troubled.

The rickshaw squeezed through the crowd and drove quickly to Jianguo, sometimes graceful, the beauties with sable hair and big forks and the conservative women pulling children passed by, looking at each other with disdain.

The church also began to distribute flour and biscuits. Many believers in the surrounding villages who could not afford to eat put on clean clothes to listen to the sermon. They listened devoutly and followed the recitation devoutly, just for some food after the end. and comfort in my heart.

There are those beggars in shabby clothes, holding broken bowls and cups in their hands, staring at the people who come to shop, and chant: "It's the Chinese New Year, please do it, please, please."

Occasionally, those soft-hearted ladies and wives would throw two copper coins in, and there would be vicious bodyguards rushing over with a bunch of paper bags to drive them away.

This time of year seems to be more lively. The little fox Zhilan is leaning against the mailbox next to the wall to read with relish. Occasionally, those young masters will help the family to send out New Year letters, watching their graceful figure of Zhilan , I can't move my eyes.

Zhilan is not shy either, she is a vixen, her racial skill is to seduce, and she is born with a good look, and she has seen this kind of look a lot, thinking of this with a smile on her face: "What are you doing, keep staring at me?" I read."

A boy in a coat blushed and turned his head away, and said silently: "See no evil, see no evil."

On the other side, a car stopped, and a greasy head protruded from it. The hair should have been specially sprayed with foreign hair gel, and it was divided into [-] parts.

The man had two small moles on his face, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses with a high bridge of nose, and a smile on his lips, beckoning: "Girl, do you have a place to go?"

Zhilan became a little interested, she raised her palm-sized face, and blinked her innocent face: "The Chinese New Year is coming, I want to find a job."

Her clothes are not bad. After all, the styles that imitate Tangxi are all the latest. Most people will think she is the eldest lady of some family at first glance. It is impossible to want to celebrate the New Year. This beauty is even looking for a job.

The man turned his head back, as if saying something to the driver, he opened the car door and got out. He was wearing a gray and white checked suit with a Scottish scarf on his shoulders. He took out a gold-plated business card from his pocket , and handed the business card to Zhilan: "I am the manager of the dance hall, Yu Yuankuo. If you have no place to come, you can work in the dance hall."

The name Yu Yuankuo sounded nice to me. Zhilan raised her face after thinking about it for a while, a little blush appeared at the end of her eyes, and she said in a crying voice, "My family went bankrupt this year. My father died, my mother went back to my natal family, I searched here alone, I didn’t want to be dependent on others, I wanted to find a job, but what can I do.”

Yu Yuankuo smiled, his voice gave the impression of elegance, and he also had the same smile on his face: "In the dance hall, you only need to look good, and you don't have to do anything if you usually sit there. How about eating and staying with you?"

The few teenagers with pierced ears heard it, and sighed slightly in their hearts, no wonder they are so good-looking, and the clothes they wear are more fashionable, so it turned out that they were really young ladies before.

Some youths are young, and when they heard Yu Yuankuo's words, they wanted to stop Zhilan, a good girl, it would be a pity to go to the dark and dirty place of the dance hall.

Just when he was about to speak, he was pulled back by his companions, and the boy who stopped him said in a low voice: "Don't die, Yu Yuankuo, the Taoist is known as the fourth master, you will definitely be retaliated if you interfere with his good business like this!" of."

Zhilan heard these small movements clearly, but raised her eyes and glanced at Yu Yuankuo curiously, he was thin and tall, and he was still a good-looking talent in a suit, but the hair was messed up.

With a smile on Yu Yuankuo's face, Zhilan twitched her nose secretly, and really smelled a bloody smell from him, she blinked her eyes, but she was a little excited.