Lucky star, cute baby, fairy mother is so handsome

He wanted to make sure whether the ghost would always follow His Highness the Eighth Prince.

These words set off the alarm bells of His Highness the Eighth Prince. He covered his clothes with both hands, "You are so outrageous that you dare to remain stubborn to me."

Si Ye looked at his head carefully, guessing that maybe there was a disease there, so he was not very smart.

The look in his eyes made His Highness the Eighth Prince even more determined in what he was thinking.

"What do you want to do?" His Highness the Eighth Prince clenched his fists and asked.

Lan Cheng didn't quite understand what was happening in front of him, but he knew that his master had already deployed a defensive posture.

That could only mean that there was something wrong with Si Ye, so he drew his sword and pointed it at Si Ye.

Si Ye sighed speechlessly, remembering that he had absorbed a lot of spiritual energy recently, and maybe he could try the technique of immobilization.

So he chanted the incantation simply and neatly.

His Highness the Eighth Prince and Lan Cheng didn't know what he was going to do. They were a little curious and forgot to react elsewhere.

After Si Ye said the word "ding", the two of them were dumbfounded and couldn't move.

"Shengun, what kind of magic did you use?" His Highness the Eighth Prince shouted.

"If you say one more thing, I will seal your mouth." Then he walked into the house and took out a bottle.

After sitting on the stone bench, he began to mutter something. After a while, four ghosts flew into the bottle.

His Highness the Eighth Prince felt the surroundings were eerie and a little scared.

But he was afraid that he would have to keep it a secret, so he decided to chat to drive it away.

"Master, what is that bottle of yours for?"

"Soul bottle."

Lan Cheng... isn't that just a ghost?

"National Master." Lan Cheng was afraid of scaring his master. "My master has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child. Is there any way to cure him?"

Whether it can be cured or not is not the point. The point is that you should never say anything like pretending to be a ghost.

"Soul bottle? What is it for?" Although he is not very courageous, he is very curious.

"Pack... air."

Lan Cheng finally let go of his worries and cast a grateful look at Si Ye.

"Has His Highness the Eighth Prince always been afraid of ghosts?"

The meal hadn't been served yet, so Si Ye decided to deal with the matter at hand first.

Saving a human life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and saving a ghost is the same.

He has been staying in the earthly world, unable to be reincarnated, and can only live in hiding forever.

The eyes of His Highness the Eighth Prince were filled with fear. Lan Cheng was afraid that the situation would get out of control again, but he also urgently hoped that Si Ye could cure His Highness, so he took the initiative to answer. He knew it anyway.

"National Master, I have been like this since I was a child. The reason is that when my master just turned four, he suddenly dreamed of being entangled by four ghosts one day a month."

"Four male ghosts?"

Lan Cheng didn't know this, and there was no way to know unless the person involved said anything.

As for asking? They didn't dare. They were already so scared. Who dared to add fuel to the fire?

Can......

His Highness the Eighth Prince rolled his eyes and fainted.

Si Ye...it seems to be those four.

"It's a good thing that I was restrained by the old man, otherwise I would have fallen to the ground." After saying this, he came behind His Highness the Eighth Prince and muttered something again. As he said the word "Jie", Lan Cheng held the The sword was lowered, and he was surprised to find that he could move.

Si Ye supported the unconscious Eighth Prince with his shoulders, "Hey, please take care of your master, this old man's body cannot withstand pressure."

"Oh." Lan Cheng put away his sword, quickly helped His Highness sit down, and called again.

But there was no response after calling many times.

At this moment, Mumu followed Butler He.

"What's going on, Your Highness?" Butler He, who was holding a food box in his hand, asked with concern, "Can I still eat?"

He can't use him to withdraw, the princess said it was a shameful waste, he must obey! Life! OK! thing!

I smiled crazily in my heart: It's good to be fainted. I can make a net profit of ten taels without leaving the house.

As for the food on hand, who doesn’t eat it, right?

"The master fainted."

It's better not to mention the word "frightened and fainted". The Eighth Prince's House must take the dignity into account.

Mumu came close to His Highness the Eighth Prince and patted his face, "Uncle Eighth, wake up. It's time for dinner. There is roast goose. The cold one is no better than the hot one."

Everyone just thought that they were naive children, thinking that they could wake up the unconscious person in this way. They didn't look at him at all, and naturally they didn't notice the darkness flashing in his eyes.

"Roast goose, where is it?" The person leaning against Lan Cheng suddenly woke up.

Everyone was surprised. Butler He asked, "You won't be in a coma for a while?"

After blurting it out, I cursed myself in my heart: I said whatever I thought.

"The old slave said that the young master is so capable that he even woke up His Highness the Eighth Prince." He explained.

Having said that, no one believed that it was Mumu who woke him up.

Everyone thought that His Highness the Eighth Prince woke up on his own.

His Highness the Eighth Prince stared at the food box in Butler He's hand and patted the table, "Hurry up and set the table. I'm hungry."

Mumu swallowed and stood next to Si Ye, "Si Ye, good Si Ye..."

"It's no use calling me anything, just go meditate."

I thought: If I can't guess what your kid wants to do, my life will be in vain.

No way to eat! ! !

Butler He felt a little sympathy for Mumu, fearing that he wouldn't be able to bear it if he stayed any longer, so he set the meal and left quickly.

His Highness the Eighth Prince took a bite of the roast goose and said, "Well, that's right. The cook here in Jiu Di is very good. Lan Cheng, you can eat too. I spent ten taels of silver on it, so you must finish it."

He said in his heart: You brat, you cheated me of thousands of taels of silver, and today I am also making you miserable.

You can feel it, you can smell it, you can hear it, but you can't eat it.