It's really hard to be a scumbag

Jiang Jiang quickly pricked up his ears, eavesdropping on the chatter of a bunch of little sisters behind him.

"Where is Jingshuixuan?"

"I don't know either, I just heard about this place when Sister Yu Xin mentioned Lord Venerable."

"Is what Sister Yu Xin said in the sky true?"

"It should be true... The ghost clan is raging, it sounds terrible."

"Don't worry! Didn't my sister say that the Venerable Lord will come out of Jingshuixuan and repel all the ghosts? We just need to practice hard and live up to the high expectations of all the sisters!"

The little sisters chattered to comfort each other, Jiang Jiang thought about it, and immediately thought of the ghost king from the ghost clan.

When he came to this world before, he only knew that the ghost king was the new master of the ghost world. He had just appeared and stirred up the situation twice before he was defeated and killed by the protagonist Gong Shou.Besides, Jiang Jiang didn't know anything about the ghost king. In addition, he had no contact with him at all, and he didn't even know what the ghost king looked like.

However, when he came back this time, he clearly sensed that a fragment was on the Ghost King's body.

This is really confusing.

Jiang Jiang silently threw the peppers in the bowl aside, and at the same time felt in his heart that he came back this time too early, otherwise, when the ghost king was killed, he would not have the chance to recycle the old fragments.

The night in the sky was getting darker and darker. When the lively meal was over, many girls wanted to stay and sleep with Jiang Jiang as a "sister".

Jiang Jiang was so frightened that he quickly refused, and sent the group of little girls out of the house with a firm attitude.

After closing the door tightly, Jiang Jiang heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately went to the table to blow out the candlelight.

He waited quietly in the dark, and not long after, he heard a girl's surprised voice from outside: "Sister Jiang Jiang, did you go to bed so early?"

Jiang Jiang purposely replied in a sleepy voice: "I'm exhausted today, I want to rest early."

The girl outside hastily lowered her voice and said softly, "Then go to sleep."

Not long after her voice fell, there was gradually no movement outside.

Jiang Jiang listened intently, and found that these girls were all returning to the room and talking in a low voice, presumably because they were excited when they first entered the fairyland, and they didn't want to make noise outside to disturb him to sleep.

Jiang Jiang was grateful, and when she jumped out of the window, she was still thinking about how to thank the girls for their tender thoughts.

After he followed the perception to the vicinity of the fragments, he temporarily suppressed the rest of his thoughts, and observed the small attic on the lake not far away from the bamboo forest.

Jingshuixuan is just like its name, the lake is as clear and clean as a mirror, holding the bright moon in the night sky into its arms, and a pool of autumn water is rippling in the sparkling light.

The small attic on the lake was now lit with lights, and Jiang Jiang looked at it with an [-]x lens, and vaguely saw a figure sitting in front of the light.

There was no one around, Jiang Jiang didn't know if it was because the strongest person in Gufenglou was here, or because this place was forbidden in the building and ordinary people were not qualified to come here.

No matter what the reason was, Jiang Jiang had room to play.

He walked straight out of the quiet bamboo forest, stepped on the water to the small attic, and immediately knocked politely through a door.

The candles in the room flickered, but the shadow on the door remained motionless.

Jiang Jiang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Mute girl? Dumb respect? Patriarch grandma?"

No one responded.

There was obviously something wrong with this strange phenomenon. Jiang Jiang pushed the door open with his fingers, and he stepped in. Only then did he realize that the person sitting in front of the candle was not a dumb girl, but a crudely made scarecrow.

Jiang Jiang, who was stunned, paused, and there was a sudden wind behind him.

He reacted quickly, and as soon as the end of his eyes turned backwards, he saw a section of greenery rushing towards him very quickly.

Jiang Jiang's expression moved slightly, and the thought of fighting quietly subsided, and he let this piece of debris do things.

When he was bound by vines and unable to move his limbs, the person hidden in the dark slowly walked to the bright surface.

She is petite and beautiful, wearing a large black robe, and her eyes are fixed on Jiang Jiang.

After walking in front of Jiang Jiang, she raised her hand to stroke Jiang Jiang's cheek gently and meticulously, her eyes reflected Jiang Jiang's eyebrows, like the autumn lake outside the small attic carrying the bright moon.

Jiang Jiang waited for a long time before realizing that the mute girl could not speak. He coughed softly, and simply said, "Mute girl, I'm back."

The mute looked calm.

Jiang Jiang blinked and blinked again, the expectation on his face gradually turned into disappointment: "Why didn't you respond?"

The mute was startled, and after thinking for a while, he slowly smiled lightly to meet Jiang Jiang's gaze.

Although it was a bit deliberate, Jiang Jiang still felt relieved, and said happily: "Everyone says that a little farewell is better than a newlywed. We haven't seen each other for so long. Let me down and have a drink together."

The smile on the dumb face quickly disappeared.

Her eyes were dark, and she just stared at Jiang Jiang, making Jiang Jiang more and more cowardly, and finally closed her eyes tremblingly, raised her white and fragile neck and looked at death as if she were home: "If you don't let go, don't let go. Just don't make it half way and drop me."

The room was quiet, and there was no unnecessary sound for a long time. Even the vines that bound Jiang Jiang stayed where they were supposed to be, and did not overstep.

Jiang Jiang couldn't help but quietly opened one eye, and saw the mute standing there expressionless, still staring at him without blinking.

Jiang Jiang was at a loss and at a loss.

At the same time, once again, there is wavering about the mute Schrödingerian gender.

Could it be that he guessed wrong?

Although the mute is also a wood-type cultivator who plays with vines, but is she a good girl?

Deeply confused, Jiang Jiang had no choice but to play with the dumb 123 wooden figure.

After staring at each other for a long while, Jiang Jiang was tired, and said listlessly, "Can you tell me what you want to do, I'm really sleepy being hung in the air."

As soon as he finished complaining, the vines wrapped around his limbs suddenly moved, wrapping him on the bed.

The vines curled around him, quickly turning him into a cotton candy.

Jiang Jiang rolled back and forth on the bed twice, inexplicably finding out his dumb thoughts.

He raised his head, looked at the mute who was staring at him not far away, and said, "Why are you standing there in the middle of the night, let's sleep together."

While talking, he rolled to the inside of the bed, leaving an empty space for the mute.

There was a rare hesitation between the dumb brows and eyes, and he was silent for a long time before he raised his foot and walked over.

She lay on the bed with her back turned to the outside, and her eyes were always on Jiang Jiang, as if she couldn't get enough of it.

Jiang Jiang was sleepy and tired, so he stopped talking to her, rubbed the pillow and fell asleep with a big heart.

The faint candlelight made the young man's appearance more beautiful.

The mute watched for a long time, his breathing gradually became rapid, his eyes contained complicated emotions, and his body moved closer to the bed.

When his face was close to Jiang Jiang's, and he could taste the sweetness of the boy just a little distance away, he stopped.

After a long stalemate, the mute suddenly closed his eyes.

He can't get close to each other.

They have the same blood flowing in their bones.

They are both descendants of the Thao tribe, if they are entangled together, what is the difference between them and the gangsters?

Turning his face away in embarrassment, the mute returned to his proper position, and continued to stare blankly at his admirer.

His eyes were full of sadness.

Just like when he personally sent Jiang Jiang to Feng Shaoguang's bed and listened to the whole process outside the door.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Jiang woke up in a daze. He was turning over to get out of bed, but rolled into the mute's arms with a grunt.

Jiang Jiang stared blankly at the mute for a long time before recovering and said, "Ah, yes, I was tied up by you last night."

The mute was silent, just hugged him tightly.

Jiang Jiang felt uncomfortable, and said lazily, "Can you remove the vines and hug me?"

The mute dropped his eyes.

Jiang Jiang had no choice but to protest, "I don't feel comfortable being bound by vines, my hands are numb."

When he said this, the vines that entangled him showed signs of loosening, as if the mute's heart had been shaken.

Jiang Jiang felt that something was going on, but then he saw the mute sitting up from the bed, and the rest of the vines sprang out from his sleeves.

The spiritual power wrapped in the vine leaves quickly filled the room, and quickly sealed the doors and windows firmly.

The small room suddenly became worse, just like the Pansi Cave on the way to the West.

Jiang Jiang stared blankly, not even knowing when the branches on his body were pulled away.

When he felt his hand being grabbed, he came back to his senses and lowered his head, seeing the mute rubbing his hand.

Jiang Jiang twitched, but didn't twitch, so he could only helplessly say, "It's not numb anymore."

Dumb and silent, he stubbornly activated the meridians for him.

Jiang Jiang couldn't help it, so he simply crossed his legs and let her toss, and at the same time talked about something he had been thinking about before: "Is the ghost king born?"

The dumb hand paused and nodded slowly.

Before Jiang Jiang could ask again, he caught a glimpse of the vines that had stopped moving again, turning into characters in the air: "The ghost king was awakened from the ghost world where the ghosts were howling. He had a deep obsession. Ghost, so after death, the fierce flames are extremely fierce. Although you have been promoted to a real immortal, but now you have returned to the cultivation world, your cultivation base must be damaged. This world lacks spiritual energy, and your strength may not be able to use one or two. If you meet the ghost king at this time, you may risk your life."

Jiang Jiang stared deeply at these densely packed characters, and after pondering for a long time, he asked, "Can you draw with vines?"

The mute was taken aback, and the vines turned into capital letters: "?"

Jiang Jiang asked earnestly, "Can you draw? Can you make vines do completely different things with one mind? Can you use vines to drive excavators? Oh yes, can your vines cook? "

The mute fell into a long silence, and it took a while to type: "What are you asking for?"

Jiang Jiang held the mute with his backhand, and said sincerely: "I'm starting a business recently, and I have a destiny with you, and you have a strange skeleton, why don't you come to my door and be my lover."

The mute mercilessly tapped Jiang Jiang's head with a vine, and typed seriously: "I am your ancestor, and the generations of the Shao people cannot be messed up."

Jiang Jiang snorted: "But our sect doesn't have a higher position than me... How about you come to be the mascot? How about I give you another title, Octopus?"

The mute sounded weird, but he didn't want to make the young master the Thao finally found work hard, so he prepared to refuse with a cold face.However, before he finished typing, there was a knock on the door outside, and someone said immediately: "My lord, the news of the ghost king's reappearance has arrived, and invitations have been sent from all sects and clan heads. Are you coming to the appointment to negotiate?" How to strangle the ghost king's strategy?"

The author has something to say: The poor mute doesn't know the truth yet, so he can only guard the bottom line and protect his cubs.

感谢在2020-07-1316:45:49~2020-07-1321:19:34期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Songhai Tingtao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!