It was dark all over, with shiny fur, a pair of round cat eyes, but silver, and a black vertical line in the middle looked very strange and weird.
However, in the realm of Fengdu Ghost City, the most indispensable thing is the weird and strange things.
I brought back the little milk cat at first, thinking that no matter whether he could survive or not, he was worthy of his own heart. But day after day, the little milk cat actually survived tenaciously.
This company has accompanied her for three years.
Hearing its aggrieved cry in her ears, Wuxi grinned, touching its head and walking inside, turning her heart into a pool of water.
"Does Yinzhuo feel abundance is boring?" Entering the bamboo house, the decorations are simple, most of the furniture is made of bamboo. She hugged Yinzhuo in her arms, walked around into the kitchen and took a few meatballs from the closet to feed Yinzhuo, thinking on a whim.
"Meow, meow~~"
Yan Xi listened carefully, getting along with one person and one pet, which was very warm.
She leaned over to Yinzhuo's head and rubbed it, and said with a chuckle: "It seems that Yinzhuo wants to go out and have a look. That's because Fengdu is dull." She turned around and looked at her living with clear eyes. The house that has been around for twenty years, "Actually, I'm a little bored. Why not say goodbye to Granny Meng, Cui Pan, and the fox tomorrow? Let's go to Yangjian and see?"
"Meow! Meow!" Yinzhuo desperately lit his little head, making her eyes open and smiling with a pleasing appearance, and fed her a few more meatballs before giving up.
I don't know if there are too many weird things in the underworld, and Yan Xi is unaware of how close Yin Zhuozhi's IQ is.
Spring returns to the end of March, beginning in April, with drizzle—
Yan Xi didn't expect it to rain on the second day. The sky of the underworld almost didn't have the difference between day and night, but when night came, the sky was darker. In daylight, the sky is brighter.
However, there is not much difference, just as groggy.
The streets of Fengdu are extremely deserted. Ghosts don't like rain and rain, because the rain is mixed with thunder, and it will cause burning pain when it falls on them.
Feng Xi didn't know where he came from, or even who he was. She would not feel uncomfortable in the rain, nor would she be afraid of these ordinary things.
She held silver in her arms and held an oil-paper umbrella painted with winter plums in one hand. Feng Xi has always been reluctant to say goodbye, and it seems that after saying goodbye, he will not be able to see each other in the future. Before I left, I still had to say some greetings.
She is not a procrastinator, and since she has decided to take the silver turbidity to the sun, this time, she is settled. She always felt that she was alone. The acquaintances she knew didn't need her, and she didn't have to.
Po Meng has always been free and easy, and Yan Xi only sits for a while at the stall where she is making soup, and tells her before she leaves that she wants to go to Yangjian for a walk. After being taken aback, Po Meng lovingly touched her hair and asked her to be safe, and then let her go.
I didn't say a word when I wanted to stay.
Feng Xi didn't worry about Po Meng and the fox. One of these two stayed at the bank of Naihe Bridge all year round, and the other stayed in his yard all year round to concoct medicine, and they never went out easily.
In the past two decades, the fox has taken the initiative to find her only a few times.
I don't know how there are so many people in Fengdu, how could she get involved with this strange flower.
After bidding farewell to the fox, the last one was Cui Pan.
This time she finally didn't stay outside the temple, and went straight into the Yin Law Department.
The little devil who guarded the gate of the Yin Lisi had already known her a long time ago.