[A Chinese Ghost Story] Grandma is hard to be

When Ah Gen served the food, he lowered his head and glanced at the two people who were acting ambiguously. Guo Beizhen had never seen such a handsome man, and in the entire Song Dynasty, he probably couldn't find anyone more handsome than the red-shirted man in front of him. people!

And looking at this gentleman's luxurious clothes, exquisite accessories, and elegant manners in his gestures, he must be a dignitary!The pride of heaven!cut!I don't know where such an ordinary girl like Cui Cui got hooked up!Xianggong's taste is as good as mine.

He was a little apprehensive, and his thoughts were spinning, and he kept on positioning his identity on the label of noble son.

Cuicui came to the inn every day, he thought... thought... 啐!I really want to eat swan meat now!Even if he was extremely curious in his heart, as a waiter in the shop, he could only quit reluctantly.

"Your Majesty! You have powerful mana and dominance. How can my little tree demon be your opponent? Even if you don't threaten my life with a knife, I am still a king. I will answer whatever you ask, and I will talk endlessly if you know everything... ...What's more, hehe~ Don't let my blood stain your fan~ Do you agree?"

Although the old demon sneered at the words, she let go of my hand and the fan moved away.

I breathed a sigh of relief, the old demon has a bad personality, and he has only one advantage - he likes to be obedient.

Heroes often worship such outstanding "advantages", but villains who have been infamous for thousands of years all know how to beat a snake and hit seven inches, and they all live longer than heroes.

You see, as soon as I meet a big man, I will automatically and modestly position myself as a small man. This is my number one magic weapon in the rivers and lakes-self-willing to degenerate.

He grabbed my collar and threw me on the stool next to him. He unceremoniously took the seat with the "best view" of me. He picked up the wine and poured half a glass of the daughter Hong I had paid for.

It seems that they intend to have a good talk with me, but to be honest, I just said "talk" is just a stopgap measure, God knows what to talk about?

I glanced at the braised trotters on the table very close to me, then at the old demon who picked up the wine glass but refused to drink it, and decided to pick up the chopsticks to pick up the trotters.

I'm hungry.

I also paid for it.

"Is this kind of wine worthy of being called wine?" The old demon just glanced at the watered Nurhong in the wine glass, and poured it all down...

this!If you don't drink, I will!I paid for it!

You prodigal son!

I watched with regret as he poured the whole pot of Nurhong on the wooden floor, and I endured it, but it was only a matter of three taels of silver, and it was nothing.

I saw him casually flicking out from the wide sleeve robe, and took out a jar of fine wine stored in a black earthen pot, slapped open the mud seal, and the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed!Those who heard it were all greedy, and even street vendors who didn't drink alcohol were eagerly looking inside, greedy.

He poured himself a large bowl of wine, raised his head, and drank it all in one gulp.

I can't tell that such a handsome old demon is very heroic when drinking, I stare curiously at his luxurious sleeves with intricate patterns.

The sleeves of this dress are really big, it can hide such a big jar of wine, and it is not visible at all, which does not affect the wearer's elegant demeanor at all.

"From the beginning, if I find out that you have a lie, I will cut off your tongue and use it to make wine." He glanced at me faintly with a smile, his voice was very low, calm, with a rising end, like a hooker little tail.

He said it so casually, as if we were only talking about the nice weather today.

"What?" I clenched my chopsticks tightly and stared at him warily.

He glanced at me and reminded me with a sneer: "What are you talking about? For example, who are you? How did you know the secret room in my room? And you said that you stole so many things from Fuyun Palace and now hide them all." Where? Who has been secretly helping you all these years? What is your ultimate goal?"

I swallowed my saliva, digested his series of questions, and after careful consideration, I still found some doubts in them: based on his experience in dealing with grandma over the years, he concluded that it is possible that I am not grandma, but "stolen so much money from Fuyun Temple Stuff" Where does this come from?Except for four days' wages and the treasures that Lao Ying gave me, what I took down the mountain was nothing that didn't belong to me from Fuyun Temple.Moreover, he also used "these years". I have only been in this world for two short months. If there is anyone who has helped me, it is only the Bull Demon King and Lao Ying.Obviously, it won't be the Bull Demon King.

"As you know, I am a thousand-year-old banyan tree spirit from Lanruo Temple. A few days ago, I was injured by a quack swordsman named Yan Chixia, who was a half-time Taoist priest, and then... lost my memory... cough cough, Yeah, I smashed my head, there was a blood clot in it or something, and I lost my memory."

I made up a story slowly, my mind spinning rapidly. The most difficult lie to distinguish is half-truth and half-false.

He didn't say anything, just leaned against the table and meditated...

"If I hadn't lost my memory, how could I not have recognized you as the famous Montenegro old demon that night? According to me...cough, after all, I was fascinated by you before, and I was so fascinated by you, Isn't it?" I chose words and sentences while paying attention to his expression and explained.

The plot comparable to the dog-blood idol drama was told by me nonsense, which is quite convincing in my opinion.

I quietly reached out, took his wine jar, poured myself a glass of mellow wine, sipped it, and strengthened my courage.

"As for what the king said about stealing things from the Floating Cloud Palace, I'm really at a loss. Because even with my 1 courage, I wouldn't dare to think about your baby! If I really knew what you said about stealing The hiding place of the stolen goods, why should I send it to my door to work and earn money in the Floating Cloud Palace? You see, I am so poor..."

"Sixi meatballs! Spicy fried chicken! Stewed chicken with mushrooms! Here we come!"

Before I finished speaking, Agen delivered the "meaty dishes" that I ordered and filled a whole table...

The old demon smiled, repeated what I said, and joked: "You are so poor, you can only eat chicken stewed mushrooms, and you can't fit a table for a meal."

There are tears in the corners of my eyes, looking at the sky with 45 degrees of sadness...

Alas, self-inflicted can't live!I really just want to be a monster honestly, finish my villain role and go home!

Lai Xiaohe, oh Lai Xiaohe, next time I see you, will you still dare to eat fish and meat? !

I held my cheek in one hand, smiled innocently, and grabbed Agen's sleeve...

"Agen... Could it be that you sent it to the wrong table? When will I have the money to order these dishes... Hurry up and take them away!"

A Gen looked bewildered, "Cui Cui, obviously..."

"Obviously it was ordered by the table next door!" I suddenly turned my face and drank, and Agen was taken aback by me, frowning and muttering, he took away Sixi meatballs, spicy fried chicken, and stewed chicken with mushrooms...

The old demon looked at me with a half-smile, as if to say "act, continue to act".

He took out another thing from his sleeve, I took a closer look, huh?Isn't this the gift box I casually gave him that day?

I couldn't help taking a peek at his sleeve again, how many things were there! ?

I watched him smile brightly, and I laughed too.

It took three seconds to react!

I wipe!Doesn't he mean...the one I gave him was one of the stolen "loots"?Oh my god!You play me to death!

If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down...

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