"You all say that I am the king of the human world. In fact, I don't even bother to rule anything. I just gather the monsters scattered on the earth together, and then everyone eats together, sleeps together, plays together, and goes crazy together. You guys I feel that I am ambitious and want to rise up a world to fight against the Three Realms. You think too much, I don’t have that free time..." Hearing Han Ying talk about it like that, Fengyao was a little unhappy, pointed at the vast world and all living beings, and chuckled, Qingfeng on both sleeves said, "Look, if I were their king, they should bow to me. But in fact, I don't know them, and they don't know me. I just want to find the sea of flowers in my dream, and then be born in There, die there!”
Han Ying suddenly felt sorry for Feng Yao like this. When he wasn't crazy, he actually had sentimental sighs. He was cynical and playing with the world. Why wasn't he just indulging in his unrestrained self? He doesn't like the prejudice against him by the secular people, and disdains the various titles imposed on him by people in the three realms. He just wants to live in his happiness, find a group of friends who treat each other sincerely, treat wine as songs, and float around in a carefree way: "In your dream What does that sea of flowers look like?"
"When it's in full bloom, the world is filled with brilliant reds, and when it's withering, the world is filled with colorful fallen flowers..." Feng Yao said quietly, her voice empty and ethereal, even though he kept passing by all kinds of rushes around him. Passers-by were not surprised by the slightest ripple in his pure white robe or the touch of his quiet wry smile, "I only saw it in my childhood dreams. From then on, I fell in love with flowers. There are all kinds of flowers in this world." Flowers, but every kind of flower, I will get tired of it after looking at it for three days, because they are not the flowers in my dream... "
"Would you be happier if I found that kind of flower for you?" Han Ying approached him slowly, reaching out to smooth his slightly frowning eyebrows due to melancholy.
Fengyao escaped without leaving a trace: "I'm not unhappy! Didn't you say I'm dead? Then I should be carefree now, play as quickly as possible, and be happy! - What kind of place is that? Huahua!"
His attention was quickly diverted by a flower building, which made Han Ying almost unable to catch the melancholic him just now, but the scar was still deeply engraved in her heart, just like the sea of flowers he expected, I also hope to find it for him one day.
At that time, Han Ying turned around and followed his line of sight to see the "flowery" place, with fluttering red flags and a gold and ink inscription on the door plaque, "Flowers"!
"Don't go to that place. It's so smoky that it's not fun." Han Ying had to persuade him to turn around and go to the other side. Yanliu Lane and Fengyue Township, filled with Yingying, Yanyan, and Yiyi, were not good places. She clearly remembered that when she was a child, the old Her father brought her to the human world to catch her brother who couldn't study well and escaped from the ghost world to play. It was in these flower houses that he found him. He was still drunk at the time and refused to let go of the big wine jar in his arms. , was beaten all over the ground by his father, and the Erotic Picture Ball Fan that he had been shaking in his hand for hundreds of years was what he brought back when he hid it in his arms.
"A place that isn't fun is fun as long as I'm around. Taoyao Valley wasn't fun in the past either, but when I summoned all the monsters and spirits to have fun together, it became fun!" Fengyao, however, vowed to be confident in his own ability. Then she pulled Han Ying up and headed in that direction. Han Ying couldn't resist, but was stopped by a Taoist priest who was doing fortune telling: "Looking at the extraordinary beauty of the two girls, they are born with beauty that can only be found in the sky and cannot be found on the earth. Why don't we let them How about I tell you a fortune, Xiaosheng?"
"Okay, okay, let's forget it!" Han Ying was obviously very excited. The fate of mortals is determined by the horoscope of the ghost world. However, everyone's fortunes and misfortunes have their own destiny, and as a princess of the ghost world, she has no right to interfere. , now there is a bold mortal who dares to tell her fortune. How can Han Ying not be inspired by it and want to see how his good show will end.
But Fengyao was very frankly disdainful and whispered in Hanying's ear with a smile: "He didn't even know whether I was a boy or a girl. He is probably a liar, so let's forget it."
"No, give it a try and just treat him as a joke." Han Ying refused and asked the priest directly, "Do you want to calculate your marriage?"
"Calculate, calculate everything." As long as there is money to be made, the little Taoist priest can naturally fabricate anything. Anyway, there are only so many things in life, and he can always guess something. However, he guessed wrong on one thing - It seems that Fengyao and Hanying are both gorgeous and rich people, but in fact, the money they just stole has been spent long ago...
"Then quickly calculate my fate and see who I am destined to meet, when I met, when I fell in love, when I gave birth to a baby..." Han Ying said "when" in a rapid succession, and did not forget to say "when" at the end of the sentence. He crossed Fengyao's palm and put it together with his own open palm and asked, "Are you reading your palm? Let's take a look at it too!"
"Not only do you have to look at it, but the main thing is to feel the bones." The little Taoist priest said this, with a secret smile filling the corners of his eyes. He reached out and touched Fengyao's hand first. This girl with a slightly larger body was smaller than this one. The girl is more beautiful, so naturally she has to take advantage of her first.
But before Fengyao could touch his fingertips, he retracted the fox paw with a gloomy look on his face, which made the little Taoist even more excited: "Hey, this girl is still afraid of life, hehehe... don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Fear, there is nothing to be afraid of, Xiaosheng is here to calculate your marriage and see what kind of good man you can marry in the future, hehehehe!"
Fengyao shook his body and cleared away the goosebumps all over his body. He had the urge to transform into a fox paw and scare him. Unfortunately, he only had a soul at the moment, so there really wasn't any magic he could do to his heart's content.
However, Fengyao refused, but Hanying didn't care, and stretched out her hand to urge the Taoist priest: "Then look at me first, look at me first!"
The older girl was shy, but the younger one was impatient. The Taoist priest was so happy that he was happy with both of them. So he happily went to touch Han Ying's ghost claws, but he was suddenly hit by a pair of hands when he reached halfway. After falling, he raised his head in shock and took a closer look. The older girl not only knocked down her hand, but also hid the younger girl’s hand in her arms and shouted at herself: “Don’t touch it!” Then she turned around and shouted. , "He has bad intentions, don't let him take advantage of you!"
Han Ying didn't expect Feng Xuan to make such a move. At that time, her claws were tightly clamped between her arms and chest. Suddenly, the little girl jumped faster inexplicably, her ears felt hot, and her face turned red.
Although Fengyao was just a wisp of soul at that time, because she was covering him, he had form, flesh, touch, and perception. Although Hanying couldn't detect his heartbeat, she could feel his slightly warm body temperature. (To be continued)