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And so on.

"Prosperity!"

Sudden.

A prosperous meal in flight.

Because he heard someone calling his name.

Wangcai froze in the air

He diverted his eyesight, looked down, and straightened his ears.

But the more you look at it, the weirder it gets.

Finally, Wangcai turned into a golden light, and descended outside a small village in the form of a human with a white shirt and fairy bones.

There.

A little girl about eight or nine years old with two braids and a red and blue flowered jacket scolded a big yellow dog angrily, just like a little adult.

The big yellow dog was dirty, it looked like it had just become a monster in the mud, and now it heard the little master scolding itself, and it couldn't help drooping its ears.

The little girl waved a small bamboo stick in her hand and reprimanded: "Hit you! Si Wangcai, who made you go into the mud! Beat you to death!"

Although the reprimand was severe, but the small bamboo stick seemed light when hitting the big yellow dog.

"Is it, a dog, prosperous?"

Sudden.

Behind the little girl came a clear and magnetic voice about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"what?!"

The little girl was startled.

He hurriedly hid behind the big yellow dog, but the big yellow dog seemed to have sensed something, and was even more disturbed than her, lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

But when she saw clearly the source of the voice, it was an extremely handsome little brother, the little girl was not afraid anymore, but felt a little embarrassed.

After all, this is Dongtu, not Xiniu Hezhou, where demons are rampant, and it is still within the radiation range of Lingyin Temple.

So many ghost stories, the little girl listened to the elders in the village, and only listened to them as wonderful anecdotes, never taking them seriously, and never encountering real monsters.

Therefore, when children look at people, their first impression must be their appearance.

Coincidentally, Wangcai looks very pleasing, with red lips, white teeth, and beautiful features. He is the kind of fat and white person who can be thrown in a village, and the aunts and aunts can support him. The kind that can make Qingguan Hongguan's heart drunk.

It was the first time for the little girl to see such an otherworldly little brother who looked like the man in the painting. Although she was shy, she was not afraid.

Seeing that she didn't seem to hear his words clearly, Wangcai knew that he was a little slurred, so he asked again: "Why is it called Wangcai?"

As he spoke, he raised his green finger and pointed at the big yellow dog lying on the ground, trembling.

Only then did the little girl come to her senses, put her hands behind her back, and said with a red face, "Dogs, dogs are called Wangcai, I don't know why~"

"Dog, barking, Wangcai?"

"Yes, there are also people called Laifu, but most of them are called Wangcai."

silence.

Deep silence.

Wangcai recalled what someone said to him outside the Temple of War God in the past:

"Wangcai? Wangcai Wangcai? Why ignore me? Don't you like this name?"

"How about calling it Laifu! Laifu has the same name as a very powerful weapon in my hometown, a rifle, and when it is shot, all things retreat! And in our ancient Chinese legend, Penglai Xiandao is famous, and the strange weapon in it Flowers and fruits, auspicious animals, immortals and supernatural powers, these are the mainstays of ancient Chinese legends!

"Lai" and "Lai" have the same pronunciation, and "Fu" represents auspiciousness, which just corresponds to your identity as a Chinese totem!It means that you are a well-deserved fairy seed, and you are the one who came out of the Zifu of the fairy family, which is monstrously auspicious! "

"Awwhhh (if you don't like it, let's eat you)!"

Thinking back then, I was actually very happy in my heart. I kept weighing whether it was better to hear Wangcai, which represents the king of all things, or Laifu, which represents the auspiciousness of China.

But at this moment...

Bad statuette o(≧mouth≦)o!

289、Let him be a full ghost

Jinhua, Jiangzhou.

Guobei County.

It has been some time since Mrs. Ye came to this small county near the southern suburbs.

Because it is far away from the outskirts of the giant city, close to the territory of giant monsters, and there is no holy place for monks like Lingyin Temple to sit around, so it is reasonable that this place is much more chaotic than other areas in Jiangzhou.

There are desperadoes with swords and swords wandering around the streets, and many of them fled to Guobei County after committing crimes in other state capitals. .

Not only desperadoes, teams of bounty hunters with bounty orders, also appeared on the street from time to time.

In many cases, the bounty hunters and the Jiangyang thieves who were rewarded with a reward just exchanged eyes, and they immediately fought together, clanging continuously.

Although the people around retreated quickly, they seemed to be used to this kind of situation for a long time, and there was no surprise on their faces.

When the beating was over and the corpses were collected, the peddlers around returned to their original places, and began to sell their wares again, just like people who had nothing to do.

Perhaps it is because of the proximity to the giant demon territory. The things sold on the street are very different from other towns. There are very few daily necessities, fruits, vegetables and meat. Most of them are swords, guns and sticks.

Mrs. Ye was not surprised, because in the relatively peaceful modern times, border areas are much more chaotic than other areas, not to mention that there are no surveillance cameras, no real-name system, and instead, there is an ancient mythical world where monsters are rampant.

Mrs. Ye didn't immediately hit the tree demon's grandma's mountain gate. He had to feel the situation temporarily. After all, this was a fusion world, and he didn't know if the tree demon's grandmother didn't give Lingyin Temple any face.

He randomly found a simple inn and walked in.

Finding a vacant table, Mrs. Ye sat down, stroked the table with her palm, it was still clean, but the criss-crossing old and new knife marks on it once again showed the unevenness of this place.

"Guest officer, what do you want to eat?"

A shop waiter ran over.

Mrs. Ye said casually: "Have a jug of wine, and just serve two dishes."

"Okay~"