The Daily Life of Catching Monsters [Liao Zhai + Honghuang]

Others don't meet once a year, but this is his daily life.

Remember the ghosts of the underworld.

Fan Qi, the goblin who is not doing business these days, feels that she can meet half of them.

Sure enough, it should be too bad to think that after three years, luck will change.

Calm is impossible.

This life is impossible.

Fan Qi felt that his physique was still working.

After three years, I came out to work and won the lottery again.

Fan Qi successfully achieved a good start.

The guy in front of him was obviously haunted by monsters.

On the top of his head, death was almost written on his face.

There are some things called "sex makes the mind faint", and this is to use sex instead of life.

Fan Qi couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth.

From a certain point of view, Fan Qi can be said to have illuminated the Taoist skills.

Before Fan Qi could do anything, he saw a white-haired man in a neat yellow robe rushing straight ahead.

The old Taoist directly showed a surprised expression, and asked, "What have you encountered these days? Can it make you like this?"

"...Daozhang, nothing happened to me. If you take the money, just treat me as a good deed."

"You are full of evil spirits, is there anything wrong?"

"Daozhang, do you think I have enough money?"

"..." The old Taoist. "You are all dying!"

After finishing speaking, the old Taoist left directly, he didn't save the damned ghost!

Wang Sheng didn't take it seriously.

He met seventeen or eighteen monks and priests, at least one every year.

From believing at the beginning to not caring now, this feeling is really not very good.

Wang Sheng is riding a tall horse and wearing a red cape.

He looked very calm.

Hit the horse directly towards the market.

Fan Qi stepped into the gate, skipped the others, and ran directly to where that person was.

As for that Fan Qi, who planned to hook this soul away, and then solve the problem of that evildoer.

There is a saying that if the king of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch.

Fan Qi calculated the time, and there was about an hour left.

The old man is really coughing, but today he is much better.

He is the steward of the palace, and he has lived in the palace for the rest of his life.

It can be considered a dedication.

Wang Sheng and his wife treated him well.

It's been a pretty good life.

An old age is always counted.

The old housekeeper has worked hard all his life and has no relatives by fate, but the young master is his relatives.

That is Wang Sheng.

Nothing is going on now, and even the spirit is much better than before, but it is just a flashback.

The old butler himself knew it well.

Can you not know anything about your own body?

The old butler also knew one thing, that is, his time was probably approaching.

Playing around here and there, and writing some letters, which are good advice to Wang Sheng and Mrs. Wang.

Day by day, year by year, day by day.

White clouds floated by in the sky, and an orange cat all over was walking gracefully step by step. The premise was that the heavy figure of the orange cat was ignored.

There is a saying that out of ten orange cats, nine are fat and one overwhelms the kang, the big orange is the most important.

The ancients never lied to me.

The orange cat slowly walked to the bottom of Fan Qi's feet, and crawled directly to the ground, with its feet on its back, half-closed its cat's eyes, slightly sticking out its tongue, and licked the tip of its nose.

Pink and tender, the hair under the belly is not orange, but white, fluffy, really cute.

Not all cats are elves, such as the orange cat in front of me.

Not sprites at all, obviously!

But the chubby one is still very cute, even a little silly.

Fan Qi couldn't help lowering her body, turning into a substance, but still in a state of invisibility, Fan Qi stretched out her hand and gently stroked the cat's belly twice.

The fluffy kitten didn't hide, nor did it resist, but looked up in enjoyment.

Seeing this, Fan Qi licked her lips.

Started sucking pussy.

Suck someone's cat.

A cat who is not responsible for rubbing it and leaving.

Those beautiful eyes were still crystal clear, looking at each other, Fan Qi felt that the cat had already seen him, logically speaking, he was already invisible.

Cats can't possibly feel... right?

The orange cat moved its ears, and continued to enjoy Fan Qi's massage with its four paws facing the sky. When Fan Qi stopped for a while, the orange cat's eyes stared at Fan Qi, and by the way, it put its paws on Fan Qi's hand, as if to stop it.

Fan Qi actually saw some dissatisfaction in the cat's eyes.

Are the orange cats now so humane?

If it wasn't for the underworld not giving cats, he would have given it a try.

It's always fun to lick the cat all the time, and it's always cool to lick the cat all the time.

There were footsteps not far away, and several maids gathered together.

"Have you heard that the master hid a woman who is said to be very beautiful?" Maid A

"Very beautiful? Does that mean Madam is really angry with Master because of this matter?" Maid B

"Hmm... Maybe it's because of this that the madam is angry with the master. The master is a beauty hidden in a golden house. I don't know where it came from." The maid c

"Hush—keep your voice down, it will never end well if you talk about this kind of thing." Maid D secretly stopped the conversation of these people.

Don't think it's just a small matter in the back house, it's nothing more than the well-organized management of the former palace, but now under the calm turmoil, it can be regarded as a big problem hidden.

Peace is also the peace that can kill.

The maid knew this well.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

So it is better to be cautious in words and deeds, and to be honest, so as not to die without knowing how to die.

Who knows what happened to the new guy.

After everyone was stopped, they hurried to do what they were supposed to do, and they scattered in a swarm.

The matter of the masters should stop.

Take care of your own affairs, and you'll be fine. If you have nothing to do, why die? Who knows what kind of temperament that new woman is. If she is like Madam, she is a blessing for a servant girl, if not...

Then you can't tell who it is.

And the old man who passed by here just pretended not to hear, shook his head with a smile, continued to dig the soil, and waited on the flowers and plants.

Eighty percent is also the last time.

The peonies on the branches are very delicate and beautiful, elegant and colorful, as if reflecting something, or not.

The peony is graceful and luxurious, and the rose is indifferent and frivolous.

It's just that he couldn't wait for the rose to bloom.

The rose is in bud, and the peony branches are so beautiful.

Kao, Flower Phase.

It can also be regarded as colorful.

The old housekeeper couldn't help but sighed softly, it would be great if he could take a look at this year's rose blossoms before leaving.

Whether it's peonies or roses, he planted them here at the beginning of the year, and now after so many years, the branches and leaves are luxuriant.

Afterwards, the old housekeeper shook his head, his fate was fixed, he glanced at the peony, showed a kind smile, and continued to dig the soil and water these flowers and trees.

Everything else is done.

It's over.

Even if he left like this, he was at ease.

The old housekeeper thought.

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

3 bottles of ten-year lamp;