After my junior brother lost his spouse, the whole cultivation world came to smell the smell

On the road, in the luxurious carriage, Song Yunju and Lin Songyan sat on the left, and Fei Wu and the dog sat on the right.

Song Yunju's face was filled with sorrow. He held Lin Songyan's hand and said, "Junior Brother Lin, tell me, does Mo Cangming remember me at all?"

Lin Songyan: "You are so mean. I am crying my eyes out. If he wanted to repay you a little, he would have come to kowtow and thank you for not killing him."

Song Yunju: "But, when we were at the sect competition, he looked at me differently."

Lin Songyan: "The first of the ten major illusions in life - he is interested in me."

"Mo Cangming is affectionate even when he looks at dogs."

Song Yunju was unable to refute after hearing this, and a hint of loss appeared in his bright eyes.

It was already very late, and every household in Takeshita Village stayed inside their houses and dared not go out.

However, what was very strange was that every house had a white lantern lit and a paper man stuck on the door.

It was a dark and windy night, and the white lanterns and paper figures were rustling in the wind, which was really eerie.

After Lin Songyan's Husky entered the village, it kept howling and whimpering in fear at the paper figures!

Lin Songyan pinched the dog's upper and lower jaws, "Shh, if you're scared, just hold on to me! Girl!"

The name of this Husky is Yatou, and it was given by Lin Songyan.

After he finished speaking, he hugged the dog's head tightly, shaking with fear all over.

Girl:……

Are you the one who is afraid?

But Fei Wu, a man from the Western Regions, could not understand the feeling of being dominated by Chinese terror.

In fact, it is not just Song Yunju, many other cultivators have been investigating here recently.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew and blew Lin Songyan's hair away.

"Hiss, it's so cold." Lin Songyan hugged the Husky and used the dog to shield himself from the wind.

Song Yunju looked at Lin Songyan's thin clothes and asked, "Junior Brother Lin, it's so cold, why don't you wear a mink coat when you go out?"

Lin Songyan squinted his eyes and looked at the rich man - why not eat meat?

If you don’t have money, you can rent out the unused mansion at home or sell the idle carriage!

"Ha, it doesn't matter. Sable fur is not environmentally friendly. I can buy 200 coins of cold medicine and still survive the winter!"

After hearing this, Song Yunju pursed his lips and frowned in pain.

He took off his sable fur coat and put it on Lin Songyan.

"Medicine is poisonous to some extent, so don't take it carelessly, Junior Brother. From now on, I will take care of your winter clothes."

Lin Songyan was touched by the remaining warmth of the dress, and looked at Song Yunju blankly with his little fox eyes.

"Brother Song...you are so nice."

[Host, Song Yunju has unlocked the heart rate of 10%]

Lin Songyan:???

"What's the value? I advised him to start a new relationship, but I didn't ask him to start a new relationship with me, damn it!"

[Roar, roar, the host is extremely charming. Please continue to steal Mo Cangming's girls.]

After listening to this, Lin Songyan felt that he had distanced himself from Song Yunju and decided not to have too much contact with him in the future.

Are there so many gays in the world of cultivation?

As the cold wind passed, the white lantern of the sixth house in front suddenly went out.

Only then did they realize something was wrong and hurried over.

Song Yunju pushed open the door with a clang, and just in time saw the body of a child with a bruised face in the arms of an aunt.

There was also a baby crawling on the ground, who looked like the third child in his family.

"This orphan and widow have suffered misfortunes one after another. It's really pitiful."

Song Yunju helped the old lady up, pinched her Ren Zhong point, and fed her a pill.

Song Yunju put the aunt on the bed, gave her twenty taels of silver, and then he could do nothing more.

"Dong dong dong..."

There is something in this room banging against the door and trying to get out. Will it continue to cause harm to the neighbors?

As he spoke, Song Yunju raised his hand and threw out a silver net, easily catching the evil spirit.

This evil spirit is the child who just died!

A child of five or six years old slipped through the silver net like a nimble fish!

The evil spirit didn't look for anyone else, but went straight to Lin Songyan and drilled into his body!

Lin Songyan suddenly felt a chill and shuddered.

Fei Wu accurately found the spot under the table and crawled in.

"This little evil spirit only attacks the weakest people. Song Yan, can you still speak?"

Lin Songyan said in a baby voice, "Of course! How could I be possessed by a little brat?"

"Hey? How did Lao Juice become a male clamp?"

Although this little evil spirit is particularly weak, it still has an effect on Lin Songyan.

Song Yunju had heard this and patted Lin Songyan's head, "Junior Brother Lin, it's all my fault for not keeping an eye on you."

[Song Yunju thinks your voice is so cute, my heart rate is 15%]

Lin Songyan: ...

Shit, I really want to call 119, there’s a gay guy here who’s having a fever!

At this moment, several monks came to the door, and the leader looked very arrogant.

"Hey, that widow, did you see where the evil spirit went?"

Lin Songyan: ...

So, is the Pretty Widow filter everywhere?

He opened his mouth and cursed: "Bullshit! I'm not a widow! Humph, I won't pay any attention to you!"

As soon as he finished cursing, he covered his mouth.

Oh no, this voice really affects my image as the mighty Long Aotian!

The group of monks on the opposite side laughed loudly.

"Hahahahahahaha, the lovely wife that Demon Lord Mo Cangming delivered to his doorstep is simply extraordinary."

"That's right, Brother Yuan, this time we can see the living number one traitor in the cultivation world."

Lin Songyan gritted his teeth when he heard this, "What do you mean alive or dead? Have you ever seen old juice?"

Fei Wu said under the table: "Of course, Song Yan, the scene of you rushing up Songya Peak alone to serve as the furnace tripod was used as a negative teaching material by the Tiangang Sect. It is played on loop in the cafeteria every day."

Although Fei Wu was not doing well in the Qingluan Sect, he was a crazy gossiper and knew all the news.

He continued: "Many sects also follow this method and warn other disciples not to be like you, who joined the devil just because the bad guy was handsome and ended up in disgrace."

Lin Songyan took a deep breath. Damn, was he being cyberbullied?

However, Lin Songyan is not going to indulge them, even if they have to endure uterine fibroids for a while or take a step back to deal with breast hyperplasia.

"What sect are you from?" Lin Songyan put his hand next to his ear.

Yuan Liang proudly shouted out his hometown, "I am from Tian! Gang! Sect!"

Lin Songyan: "Oh, it's Tian's anus. He didn't wear a diaper when he went out today. Did he pull his pants pocket? Your mouths are so stinky! Humph!"

Fei Wu was under the table: “Ahahahaha burp…hahahahahahaha.”

The disciple next to him suddenly drew his sword and pointed it at Lin Songyan, "What did you say? You, a widow, dare to provoke our Tiangang Sect's Senior Brother Yuan Liang. Do you know whose godson he is?"

Lin Songyan glared at the disciple, "Is it mine? Do you want me to give him some New Year's money?"

Lin Songyan picked up the paper ingot next to him and threw it to Yuan Liang, "Come on, kowtow to your father!"

“You!” Yuan Liang and his men drew their swords and pointed them at Lin Songyan. “You widow, you are courting death. Your master is not here, so who can protect you?”