Girl, please don't flirt

Ah Jiu stared at it for several months, but to no avail.

She couldn't figure it out, so she gave up sleeping time and stared at it for a few more years.

When Qingsheng came back, she still failed. Looking at the thin figure at the head of the bridge, she wanted to drag the oriole down from the sky, but she pulled out her wings, but couldn't get up.

Qingsheng sighed, Po Meng is really persistent, even more persistent than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.After sighing, she gave Ah Jiu the fake flowers brought back from the hands of the little lady in the world, but Po Meng ignored them.

The little lady in the world has slender fingers and flexible knuckles. With the cloth in her hands, she can fold it into a flower in two or three strokes. Qingsheng admires it and shamelessly follows behind her for a few days. She serves tea and pours water. Take the sword and don't stop until the little lady thinks she is stupid.

The flowers are red and the leaves are green.

Qingsheng enters the village openly, Ah Jiu follows behind in whispers, and Yun Shen closes the door stealthily.

The yellow sand ghosts are all shielded from the outside.

Qingsheng sat and fiddled with the bouquet, her eyes were as soft as autumn water, with endless affection, Yun Shen had seen flowers in the world, delicate and beautiful with morning dew, bright and bright, like a teenage girl, such a bouquet There is a shape but no spirit, an old man in the twilight, not very good-looking, but his spirit is like Meng Po.

Yun Shen loves beauty, so she doesn't touch these vulgar things. Qingsheng felt that she was dangling around, which was quite in the way, so she locked her in the jade piano with a flick of her sleeve, sealing her spiritual consciousness.

Ah Jiu frowned and looked at Qingsheng's flowing movements. She didn't think she was an outsider, and suddenly said, "Next time you treat my people, can you be more polite."

"Your man?" Qingsheng narrowed her eyes slightly, and sat sideways, the flower in her hand had broken its leaves unknowingly, her evil spirit was overflowing, her complexion was three points darker than Yama's.

Looking at Qingsheng, who was a bit more evil than the evil ghost, Ah Jiu imagined that King Yan Luo would point at her nose and scold.

Ah Jiu froze and looked at the flowers in her hands, and moved a small half step, another half step, another half step, and said with a gentle smile, "Yun Shen is not a human being, but a qin spirit. I was wrong just now."

Hearing this, Qingsheng restrained her hostility, looked at Yuqin reluctantly, and fell silent.Ah Jiu suddenly felt that the eyes were not good. When she cheated from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Huang Liniao also looked like this when she saw it, salivating, but couldn't get it.

She is the only one who lives in Huangquan, it is rare for Yun Shen to have some fun, if she snatches it away, what will happen.She coughed a few times, and tried to say: "Qingsheng, there are many good things in Mengpo's village, you can choose which one you like, don't stare at Yunshen, it's not good."

Ah Jiu hesitated. In the past, she always cheated on other people’s treasures. Now she is being targeted by others. It feels like my soul is going to be foamed.

Qing Sheng didn't think so, walked over, flicked her bare hands, the sound of the zither was quite pleasant, and said with a smile: "I think it's a waste to give you such a unique and good thing, why don't you play a song for me to listen to. "

Hearing this, Ah Jiuxin happily walked over, squeezed Qingsheng away, put both hands on the strings, poked and plucked it, like a ghost screaming from Abi Hell.Even Qingsheng, who has extraordinary concentration, couldn't help but turn sideways and covered her ears with her hands. Ah Jiu didn't feel it, and still hooked and plucked, only hearing a crowd of dead things wishing to seal their spiritual consciousness.

The involuntary Qingsheng's eyes are cold, and she can't bear the unchanging skills for many years. Now she just wants to leave Meng Pozhuang, find a clean place to quiet her ears, how can her ears be quiet.

At the end of the song, Qingsheng's complexion was like a vast sea, pitch black and without any waves.

Ah Jiu said happily: "How is it, does it sound good?"

Qingsheng remained expressionless: "It sounds good."

Ah Jiu became more and more delighted: "I'll play another song for you."

Qingsheng was like a beating: "Ah Jiu, this Yuqin is really suitable for you, don't try again."

Then, Qingsheng fled in a panic, several days later.

The mortal world flashes by for decades, but the underworld is like a day for thousands of years.The sun is not seen every day, and the fire of the ghost is everywhere. The yellow springs eight hundred miles away always arouse fear, and the yellow sand blocks out the sun. If there are no ghosts leading them, these ghosts will definitely run away in fright.

But there are always quiet people, such as the woman in front of Ah Jiu, her eyes are dull, her hair is white, she is not angry, showing that she was as beautiful as a god when she was young.Ah Jiu has never seen such a calm person. She has a penis roll in her hand, and she can check what happened before she was born.

A ghostly ghostly light emerged from the underworld, and the red lettering appeared ferocious. Ah Jiu tilted his head, reading every word and every line very seriously. What a woman like this did in the world, a generation of virtuous emperors conquered all directions, expelled greedy wolves, and created chaos. On the occasion of setting up her family and country, she was shocked by her achievements.

She Shi Shiran withdrew the yin scroll, such a woman is rare to be a queen and emperor, but the blood in her hands is too heavy, otherwise she would be promoted to immortality, but now she can only go through six reincarnations and be reincarnated as a human.Being a human being in the reincarnation should go smoothly, and there will be no shortage of prosperity and power. If you get lucky again, you may enter the fairyland.

The woman was calm and calm, looking at the muddy soup, her voice was hoarse: "Why do I have to drink this soup?"

Ah Jiu was used to hearing these words, her expression was numb, thinking that she was once the emperor of the world, she should be respected, and said in a harmonious voice: "The things in the previous life are already so painful, why don't you forget them and do it all over again."

"Start again... Do it again..." the woman murmured, Ah Jiu seemed to see through her mind, and told her directly: "Meeting new people, new things, never seeing old people again, breaking the cause and effect .”

Ah Jiu was kind, the woman's expression changed drastically, pain appeared in her eyes, Ah Jiu could only swear, not comfort others, after thinking about it, she opened her mouth and said, "Look at that person who caused you so much pain, you must keep him at a respectful distance. If you can afford to hide, why bother to catch up."

After checking her life history, her husband died decades ago, and took over the throne to raise two generations of benevolent monarchs. How can she be emotionally hurt? Ah Jiu is depressed. some time to sleep.A heartless person lives in peace.The rouge pollen in the left hand is given to you, and the vixen is hugged in the right hand, coaxing with sweet words, and slow, sexual, poisonous, and drugs are administered behind the back.Thunder God wouldn't think about how tired he would be if the thunder struck him and made him live and die.

The woman looked dazed and said, "I don't feel pain."

Being bullied by a heartless person, still enjoying it?

Ah Jiu felt that the former emperor in the world was trapped by the door. She figured out that love is more poisonous than Qingsheng. reason.

She glanced at the woman, followed the old routine, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said kindly: "There is the Wangchuan River, with rotting corpses and maggots in it. If you can jump down, you will wait for a thousand years, suffer all kinds of torture, and endure loneliness. It is still there, it will not die for a thousand years, maybe you can see the old people."

Usually after these words are finished, those ghosts will drink soup very quickly. She was about to ask someone to cross the bridge when she saw the woman walk to the bank of the Wangchuan River, linger for a while, and look back at her seriously: "What Po Meng said is true. ?”

Although the world often talks nonsense, Ah Jiu thinks she never deceives ghosts, she nodded seriously: "Of course it is true, there is no such thing as a hell."

The woman's clothes by the Wangchuan River moved slightly, she obviously listened to Granny Meng's words, she didn't think about it, she jumped, probably because of her excellent martial arts in the world, the posture of jumping into the river was very graceful, her whole head was submerged in the turbid waves, and disappeared instantly.

Black and white impermanence rushed over quickly with their tails on fire, and ghost messengers crowded the riverside, all of them poking their heads. Apparently, this was the first time such a thing had happened in thousands of years.Hei Wuchang said: "Hurry up and tell King Yama, this time of reincarnation is considered good, whoever catches her up."

The bustling riverside suddenly became clear, no one dared to step forward, and they all backed away. The side of Ah Jiu was very deserted. She looked left and right, yawned, pretending to be deep, and sighed: "One of the loves!" Things, it’s not easy to harm ghosts.”

After sighing, she looked at the ghosts and shouted: "What are you watching, go down to the river to fish, where are you going to take care of Lord Yan of the Ten Palace?"

All the ghosts took a step back together.

Ah Jiu: "..."

This matter has nothing to do with her, she is just intimidating one or two times, so that people can quickly drink soup and reincarnate. There has been no mistake for hundreds of years, but she can't do anything if she encounters a single tendon.She looked at the faint Wangchuan River, as if there were corpses crawling up, she couldn't bear to see it again.

Not long after, the judge arrived, dressed suavely in white, with a heartbroken look on his face. Ah Jiu's eyes lit up, and he said first: "It has nothing to do with me. She wants to dance by herself. You wait for thousands of years. When she comes out, you can give it to her." Rearrange the time to reincarnate."

The judge was heartbroken. The old emperor of the world was so overwhelmed, Ah Jiu said again: "Why don't you go down and look for it?"

There was a flying knife in the judge's eyes, and he was silent for a moment. This kind of thing happened before, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it. He crossed the Naihe Bridge to report to King Yama. Who knows what will happen after a thousand years.

Black and white impermanence is not very calm in the face of the boss, just jump and jump, ordinary people are fine, but in front of him is the emperor, waiting for someone who is not good, but waiting for her husband who has been dead for many years, he is still a ruthless generation, really not good worth.

Ah Jiu listened to it, and felt that Qingsheng is not scary anymore, love is the most terrifying thing, and it cannot be contaminated, it's a pity that there is so much love in this world.

Standing on the bank of the Wangchuan River for a long time, he was stained with the smell of blood. Ah Jiu cast a spell to get rid of the smell before returning to the village.

Facing the 'red flowers and green leaves' sent by Qingsheng, he dialed them and lay back on his wooden bed. Yun Shen stood in front of the bed with his hands on his hips, "Ah Jiu, where's your soup?"

From the corner of Ah Jiu's eyes, he glanced sideways at Qin Ling, who was about to become a fairy, and said, "I want you to cook soup, and you have been with me for hundreds of years. You should know it."

Yun Shen put his hips on his hips and said, "Yan Jun of the Ten Palaces knows that he will demolish your Mengpo Village and throw you into the Wangchuan River to feed corpse insects."

Ah Jiu was angry: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is kind and benevolent, why didn't he enlighten you, a snake-hearted zither spirit."

She got used to it, Yun Shen ignored her, lay down straight, pulled the thin quilt over her body, Ah Jiu pulled it back again, the two lay neatly, the quilt was pulled back and forth, and the fight was lively.

The quilt was torn out of shape, Yun Shen's face was flushed, the wooden bed thumped a few times, and the oriole fell from the sky.