Fairyland, Big Problem

"Twilight teacher."

Gently knocking on the door of the office, Wen Jiu entered after being allowed.

In the room sat Mu Shenzhou, who was lying down with Ge You, and a man about his age.

The man's eyes were slender like willow leaves, and his lips were thin.

Green shirt and robe, carrying a sword on his back, he looks like a real monk.

The most distinctive feature is the waist pendant.

It is normal to dress like a jade ring and jade pendant, but he has a crystal ball the size of a walnut hanging around his waist. There are crystal patterns inside, which is a bit like a desk decoration.

"Ah~, Wenjiu."

Mu Chenzhou's lazy procrastination sounded, "Introduce you to my childhood playmate, Mu Xinghe."

"Hello sir."

"Little classmate Wen Jiu, Mu Chenzhou often praises you, saying that you are a half-immortal."

Wen Jiu's mouth twitched involuntarily, "That's not a compliment..."

Mu Xinghe's originally half-closed eyes opened, clear and transparent, there really is the refreshing air of a cultivator who doesn't touch the world.

Also before half-squinting, Mu Xinghe felt like he was meditating, and Mu Chenzhou half-closed his eyes was like a hangover.

The clear eyes swept across, staying on the elegant cat, you can feel the curiosity of Mu Xinghe.

Cats are one of the most mysterious animals in folklore.

People such as weasels, snakes, hedgehogs, foxes, and even black dogs can tell many Shinto stories.

Banxian has a cat by his side, and there is no sense of disobedience.

However, it was inconvenient for the Dark Slayers to inquire about matters related to cultivation, so he did not ask more.

"Wen Banxian." Mu Xinghe stood up gently, "I heard that my nephew made a rude remark at the Mu family's banquet a few days ago. I apologize to you here."

Mu Xinghe was counted among Mu Chutian's uncles. He heard that his nephew, who was very happy with his achievements, was embarrassed in public, and together with Mu Yuandong, he educated him for a long time.

"It's okay, it's innocuous, he's not targeting me."

Speaking of Mu Chutian, it wasn't that he was trying to get along with Wen Jiu. Where did he want to find the master of Feipengguan who happened to be in the banquet hall.

Wen Jiu was angry at that time, purely out of Mu Chutian's contempt for Commander Feipeng and the strength of the evil spirits, and even the Japanese masters dared not say so.

After the brief negotiation was completed, Mu Chenzhou talked about the business of looking for Wen Jiulai.

"This friend of mine has been very worried recently, so I didn't say anything if I asked him."

"Hey, Mu Chenzhou, I'm a descendant of the Tianmu family, and my soul is very transparent. It's useless to introduce me to a psychiatrist."

"That's why I introduced you to the half-immortal."

Wen Jiu was angry and funny at the side, Mu Chenzhou was obviously taking revenge for playing a wave of clowns at the banquet hall.

At the age of thirty or forty, he was as careful as a child.

Mu Xinghe has a very serious temperament, and what Mu Chenzhou said, he took it seriously.

"Wen Banxian, what I've seen recently, it hurts the harmony of the heavens, and the good and bad luck leaks the heaven's secrets. It's easy to backfire on your own luck.

"It's not that serious."

Wen Jiu could see some clues.

Mu Xinghe seems to be afraid, afraid of being discovered in his heart;

Mu Chenzhou has a bit of a bad boy mentality. He wants to help friends solve their problems, and also wants to gossip and steal other people's thoughts.

As soon as the atmosphere was over, Wen Jiu also felt stimulated.

What are the thoughts of such a temperamental cultivator?

It should be a pretty big dream mission.

The current sweet dream points are 79, and the comics and the big sword have to wait at least 20 days.

The requirements are not high, just a little lower than Magical Girl can get 100 points.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mu, Wen Banxian won't be afraid of any backlash, come and come."

"Yes, Mu Xinghe, show Wen Banxian."

For a time, the atmosphere in the office was like a flyover scam. A fortune-telling liar and a nurse were dragging customers to accept services.

However, Wen Jiu clearly felt the change in Mu Xinghe's expression and was slightly disgusted.

"Wen Banxian, you can't talk about good and bad luck and good fortune. You have to be like a mirror, otherwise you won't be able to do it."

He originally thought that Mu Xinghe was disgusted by strong buying and selling, but in fact, he understood Mu Shenzhou's concern, and his real disgust pointed to the frivolous attitude of calculation.

Call it dissatisfaction.

The Tianmu family is good at deductions that do not include the other party's thoughts, but only test for luck, but Mu Xinghe definitely doesn't believe in the accuracy of the iron mouth.

"Wen Banxian, come when you're ready."

The tone of voice was three-pointed, obviously Wen Jiu stepped on the other party's principle.

If you can't say why, then it's called bragging;

It's called a master style when it's right.

Wen Jiu has a foundation and is not afraid, unless... the other party has no dreams.

Not so unlucky, right?

"Cough, then, Mr. Mu, I'm going to start dialysis of your soul problems."

"Wen Banxian, please." Mu Xinghe was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Those who are not devout to luck cannot deduce misfortune or fortune.

How did he know that behind him, the white mist-like substance was gradually becoming concrete.

In the image of Sweet Dreams, Mu Xinghe himself can be seen first, sitting next to a big box.

Wen Jiu likes this kind of scene with himself the most, and the things that the dream points to can be done by himself, and it is clear at a glance.

In the game interface, Kung Fu Itachi is online, let it synchronize a wave and increase the special attack value.

Leo Lu poked his head outside the lounge, obviously interested in the operation related to the summoning of sweet dreams.

With the substantial increase in mental power, Wen Jiu can see more details and colors of the image of the dream.

Eh? Or black and white?

In the image of the dream, the costumes of Mu Xinghe are very gorgeous, which may be the traditional costumes worn by some kind of celebration in District 5, and should not be black and white.

He reached into his upper body toward the box next to him, which was large enough to match the size of a bathtub.

Immediately after that, a princess hugged herself, and Mu Xinghe put her hands on the woman's back and knees, carried her out, and sat firmly beside the box.

The woman's eyes were closed, her body was terribly stiff.

So... the big box is a coffin, and the woman's corpse is held out.

Women's costumes are also gorgeous, and most of them are also white, and the patterns are embroidered with black threads.

The Mu Xinghe in the image of the dream took out two rings and put them on each other. It seems that the etiquette corresponding to traditional clothing is also to exchange rings.

Well, they are getting married.

If one party dies, this kind of wedding is... a ghost marriage, also known as a yin marriage!

Wen Jiu covered his face involuntarily~www.NovelMTL.com~ This is what he saw.

Surprised but surprised, Wen Jiu didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, not even the instinctive fear of the yin-yang ritual.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason is very simple, the communication with the evil things in Linglong Ancient Town is too close.

If the wish for a red wedding dress is really fulfilled, it will be more than an ordinary ghost marriage, and even have twelve concubines.

Moreover, the evil spirits are much more ferocious than the supernatural legends.

"Wen Banxian?"

Seeing a series of changes in Wen Jiu's comfort, then doubt, then surprise, and finally depression, Mu Xinghe couldn't hold back.

He always felt that the young man in front of him might be deceiving, but since he was a child, he practiced the method of seeking good luck and avoiding evil, and his intuition seemed to be certain that Wen Jiu had real skills.

"I'm fine." Wen Jiu shook his head, "It's just that I was bitten back by Heaven..."