The paranoid boss Hei Yueguang escaped from marriage

The time in the underworld flickered and turned the pages.

In the 300th year when Mio Hanaki was banned, the eighteen restrictions outside the Bishui Bridge were all wiped out as soon as the day came.There is the sound of water gurgling in the green mist, which gradually diffuses into the courtyard.

Hana Qing Mio stepped out of the threshold in a red dress, the skirt of which was opened wide, revealing a moonlight-like complexion.

I also lived in the Bishui Bridge for 800 years, and the 800 years of hell, compared to the heaven, is just a blink of an eye.I don't know where the blue luan bird that he stabbed that day is now?After Huang Mushuang was dragged into the Santu River, would there be any remaining spiritual wisdom?

After all the calculations, after all, there is no old friend.The world is so big, only he was left alone, patted all over the underworld, sighing alone.

Hoo hoo!Huhu!

It always seemed like there was wind, only lingering around him alone.

Huaqing Mio stood bored for a long time, turned around, and sure enough, he saw the little boy transformed by the monster bird standing behind him and looking at him.The young man's eyes are obsessed, wishing he could eat him.It happened that he had just returned home from a business trip on his behalf, and the boy was still holding a lamp in his hand.

The white paper lanterns look extraordinarily warm just because there is a fire inside.The word "Xie" is written in bowl-sized characters in a fluttering manner, dripping with ink.

"Are you back?" Huaqing Mio pursed her lips, her black long hair was slightly rippling, she was absolutely gorgeous.

Holding the lantern, Xie Linghuan pursed her lips. "The foot ban has been lifted, brother, where are you going?"

As expected of being with him for 300 years, this monster bird can actually see through his mind.Hanasei Mio laughed inexplicably. "I don't know."

He wanted to go, but didn't tell him where he was going.

Xie Linghuan's heart seemed to be bitten by a poisonous insect. For a moment, he wished he could rush to the Hall of Nothingness again, grab Yanluo's ear, and tell him to ban Huaqing Mio for another 300 years.No, 3 years!

But Xie Linghuan didn't show it on her face, her slender eyes moved slightly, and there was a little grievance in the dark pupils. "Do you want me to go with you?"

Huaqing Mio shook her head, and after a while, said lazily with her hands behind her back, "I'm going to visit the human world while I haven't resumed my job yet."

Xie Linghuan's heart skipped a beat, thinking of the grave that this person hid in the cave in Cuiluo Mountain, Luzhou, Beiju.Is this person going to find the bone?

Xie Linghuan pursed her lips again.He hadn't smiled for 3000 years. When we met again that day, he smiled at Hua Qing Mio at the top of Cui Luo Mountain. He could clearly see the surprise in Hua Qing Mio's eyes that day.So he reckoned that he didn't look good when he smiled.

If you can't laugh, don't laugh.

Xie Linghuan learned the gesture of pursing her lips, with a bit of youthful youthfulness.

"Then I'm at home, waiting for you." He said obediently, his eyes blinked slightly, and the pupils were dark.

Huaqing Mio raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

Xie Linghuan stood in the courtyard in front of the Bishui Bridge with a lamp, and asked obediently, "When will brother leave?"

Huaqing Mio clasped her hands behind her back, and when she heard the words, she suddenly gave him a deep look, took three or four breaths, and then shook her head with a half-smile. "I don't know."

As a result, Kiyomi disappeared that night.

Xie Linghuan stood in the yard with no lights and no fire, looking at the empty place lacking the breath of Qinglingling water, clenched her fingertips, for a long time, the masseter muscles on her lips jumped vigorously.

He still couldn't laugh.

**

At the time of Xu, Huaqing Mio left the underworld of the nihilistic realm alone, walked along the smoky Huangquan Road, and walked into the calligraphy and painting shop at the end of Jianjia Lane in Zhiye City.He stood in the attic, leaned forward, and hung the ghost lamp on the top of the Siming tree outside the window.

In Zhiye City, there are mortals, demon cultivators, and demons rampant.Naturally, there are occasional gods passing by.

The speed of time in the underworld is different from that in other places. When Huaqing Mio arrived in Shiba City, it was brightly lit, and it was just a quarter of an hour.A fortune-telling booth was set up at the entrance of Ma Dalu Alley, with a three-foot white flag and a green bamboo pole, and a thin-faced blind man stood leaning against the wall.

"Divination!" Huaqing Mio dropped a tortoise shell coin with a puff, dressed in a red dress like a cloud, and spoke lazily.

Before the person arrived, the fluctuation of the dark energy around the body first flooded over like water.

The blind man, who was also not human, sighed inwardly, leaning against the wall, his face pale as gold paper. "Flower Messenger, you are here, I live in the temple. We don't interfere with the river water, why do you have to find the little god every time you come to Zhiye City?"

"Your incense is short of offerings, but there are still dead ghosts under my head, which shows that the world is in chaos." Huaqing Mio said casually: "Now this land, has the country changed masters again?"

Blind people are certainly not really blind.He has a first name and a surname, and Xu also has a niche in Jialan Temple in Luoyang City.But now people in the world don't like to believe in incense, so he has no choice but to change his appearance and come to Ma Dalu Alley in Zhiye City to beg for life, and walk around the news of the Three Realms by the way.

Ask him about the human world in Beiju Luzhou, he really knows.

The blind man pondered for a moment. "During the end of the Song Dynasty, there were 72 vassal states, big and small, and then the emperor surnamed Zhu ruled the world."

Hanasei Mio nodded, this was before he was punished and confinement.300 years in the underworld, but only 60 years in the world. "Is he still a descendant of Zhu?"

The blind man stood against the wall in the shadow, and after a moment of silence, he said again: "The person sitting on the dragon chair is still surnamed Zhu, but those who hold the real power are divided into two groups. One group is the gentleman's party gathered by civil servants in the court, and the other group, But it's a eunuch."

Hanaki Mio frowned. "Could it be that the emperor has been emptied?"

The blind man leaned against the wall, put his hands on his sleeves, sighed a long time, and asked him. "A mortal emperor's family affairs, why are you asking so carefully? By the way, what are you asking about today, Flower Messenger?"

"Oh, let me ask about my family's fortune." Huaqing Mio smiled. "I've been quite unlucky recently, please take a look and see when I can change my luck."

The blind man snorted, leaned forward and leaned in front of him, and took a closer look. "The Flower Messenger's soul is getting more and more solid now, he doesn't look like an unlucky face! On the contrary, did he have some adventures?"

Huaqing Mio let him look at her carefully, and when she heard the words, her long eyebrows raised lightly, and her eyes flashed. "Can you see why?"

In the Bishuiqiao house, the little bird demon named Xie Ri was of unknown origin, but now he has been with him for 300 years and treats him more and more attentively.When Huaqing Mio came to Zhiye City this time, he was worried about the 200 yuan fairy bones he hid in the Cuiluo cave, and there were still eight remaining bones that he had not found, so he had to search carefully.Three, he also wanted to ask a god, where did the powerful dark energy lingering in his body and soul in recent years come from?

It can't be because of the bird.

But besides Xiao Xie, there was no one else around him.

The real god*fake blind stretched out two fingers with unusually long bones, and lightly touched the pulse of Huaqing Mio.The Ghost of Hell should have no pulse, but at this moment, under his finger, there is clearly a faint beating sound.

"Tsk..." The blind man took a deep breath, raised his eyelids, and looked carefully at Hana Qing Mio's eyebrows.Seeing his two long eyebrows that entered the temples, his peach blossom eyes were vaguely different from before, and the light in the bottom of his eyes was getting brighter day by day.

"I'm afraid it's not Ming Qi," the blind man said in amazement: "Ming Qi can only repair your soul, but it cannot nourish your body. Looking at this, you clearly want to grow bones and muscles, and enter the fairyland again!"

"Xiantu?" Huaqing Mio crossed her arms and sneered lazily. "Eternal life and eternity, I will never enter the fairyland again!"

If possible, he wouldn't mind holding a red umbrella and fighting all the way back for 33 days, slaughtering all the sentient beings who insulted, bullied, and wronged him in the past.

"This... I don't know about this." The blind man was bored, and suddenly lost interest, his thin face drooped, and he dragged out his tone to drive away the guests. "The Flower Messenger used to say that what he said was not true, so I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, I can't see it! If the Flower Messenger really wants to know the answer, why don't you ask elsewhere?"

Huaqing Mio saw that the blind man couldn't tell how ugly he was, so he put away his smile, turned around and hurriedly wanted to leave.After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "I forgot to ask, what kind of god are you?"

Gods are different from gods.In the heaven and earth in Linlang Realm, there is only Guanghe, a deity left in total. Guanghe deity lives in Biluo No. 30 for three days, and will never set foot in the world easily.But apart from this Guanghe deity, there are ghosts, spirits, spirits, and even demons who have opened the merit book of spiritual cultivation, who eat human fireworks and worship them, and they are all called gods by the people of Yang world.

The blind man's expression froze for a moment, and then he slowly put his hands up, his whole body was like a stake, and he refused to answer him again.

Mio Hanaki sneered.He left Zhiye City, entered Luoyang again, and walked leisurely in the market.The crowd was bustling, and the vitality of the world kept washing his limbs and bones.

It actually hurts.

But 3000 years ago when he picked out the fairy bones in Bi Luotian, it hurt far more than this.

"Young master, this young man in red! What a coincidence that you came here! There is a flower festival in Luoyang City tonight, come and support our family!"

Huaqing Mio raised her eyes, and on the plaque was written three characters full of fragrance - Chunyanlou.

There are three floors of corridors in Chunyan Tower, and all the people leaning on the corridors are all young ladies.Or wearing tulle with emerald sleeves, or wearing a snow-colored light shirt with the wide open, the building is full of romantic young people, which can be called a gathering of beauties.

Huaqing Mio has been imprisoned by the underworld for 300 years, but Luoyang City, the imperial capital of the world, is still prosperous as before. 60 years later, there is still an oiran named Pianpiao in the brothel.

It's just changed to a small restaurant.

Hanaqing Mio lightly pinched her fingers, it's all over, heh!What a coincidence today, the Pian Qiao in Chunyan Tower is actually the reincarnation of Pian Qiao from 60 years ago.It seems that he is also a miserable ghost, he lives a short time in each life, and his life is like a spinning top.

"Young master!" Seeing his hesitation, Gui Ke immediately bowed enthusiastically to lead him in. "Tonight is the first time for our family to take a flower boat! If we win a lottery in the building, you will also have a share of the credit, right? If you are really impatient to wait for the boat to sail at Youshi, you can ask Pianiao to come out now. I'll pour wine and sing a song for you first. Young master, do you want to see it?"

Mio Huaqing, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped, and the red clothes rolled like clouds in the spring breeze.He raised his hand, shook the gold-sprinkled folding fan, and stepped into the brothel.

He got a little interested.