Master in charge of whitewashing records [System]

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Yu Lv touched his face, quite puzzled.

What are you running?He is not black and white!

But Feng Du suddenly strode forward and grabbed the ghost by the collar: "Grandfather Meng, it's quite comfortable, isn't it?"

Feng Du turned his back to Yu Lv, probably because he had a gentle expression on his face. After taking a look, Mrs. Meng suddenly heaved a sigh of relief and stopped running, explaining hesitantly: "I... It's boring to stay, come up and watch the fun."

Then he added another sentence: "I will go back after staying for two days, but please don't tell Lord Yan!"

Feng Du dropped his collar: "Do you think I have time to meddle in your business?"

Mrs. Meng accompanied him with a smiling face: "Thank you, Dian..." He smoothed his tongue under Feng Du's gaze: "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

It was only then that Yu Lv realized that it wasn't him, but Fengdu who was afraid of him just now.

What he said just now, most likely it is the ghost world.

How does everyone know this Fengdu?

Yu Lv wouldn't believe that he had no status in the ghost world.

Feng Du is standing next to him now, so if Grandpa Meng looks over this time, Yu Lv won't misunderstand him.

Mr. Meng is indeed looking at him right now, with timid eyes like little black beans: "You..."

"you?"

Yu Lv thought he heard it wrong, but looking at Mr. Meng's dressing style, he knew that he must have been more stylish than he was when he was a young master. No matter how he thought about it, he dared not take the word "you".

Seeing Mr. Meng not letting go of Yu Lv's mouth, Boss Feng Du took a step forward angrily, hiding Yu Lv behind him tightly.As soon as Yu Lv raised his eyes, he saw a big back, the back was black, covered with Fengdu's stinky leather jacket, under the leather jacket were strong arms and bulging chest and abdomen, you can tell it without looking.

It was because of knowing that Yu Lv suddenly felt that he looked like a little daughter-in-law.

Good guy, when you see a stranger, you block him behind, not a little daughter-in-law or something.

You can't think deeply about the three words "little daughter-in-law". It turned out that he was like a little daughter-in-law in front of He Zhiyin.

Yu Lv didn't want to be kicked on the nose for a second time, although he knew that Feng wouldn't do it and didn't bother to do it, but he was so neurotic that he just couldn't pass his own test.

Pushing open the protective wall of Fengdu, Yu Lu held his head high, turned his head to face Fengdu and pouted his chin: "Hey, why don't you introduce me?"

Mrs. Meng looked at him stupidly, his legs were already shaking like chaff.

"All right." Feng Du patted the back of Yu Lu's head, not knowing who the little suspicious man was fighting with, lazily pointing at Mr. Meng and said, "This Mr. Meng, in the seventh hell— —Hey, what are you doing here?"

Mrs. Meng replied in a consoling manner, "Prisoner."

"That's right, Prisoner." Feng Du scratched his scalp in boredom.

"Hell?" Yu Lv trembled, and looked at Mr. Meng again and again: "Are you so powerful?"

Mr. Meng shrunk even more, almost drooping his goatee in humility: "Where, where."

He is not overly modest. There are at least hundreds of wardens in the seventh hell, and the mouths of ghosts are almost saturated. One slipped away from him, and the rest still took sticks to thread the evil spirits into strings and put them in the oil pan. Boom, he is clumsy, and staying there is a disservice.

"By the way, I don't seem to have said my name yet." Yu Lv slapped his forehead, and shook Mrs. Meng's hand politely, because he tried his best to clean up the image of the little daughter-in-law just now, and now he held it extraordinarily Tight, hands like steel pliers, almost made Mr. Meng scream.

"My name is Yulu, hello."

Mrs. Meng's face turned blue, and he said as if he was about to cry: "Hello."

Yu Luhun slapped him nonchalantly: "Why don't you, since we are all friends, you can just call me Yu Lu."

"...Okay." Mrs. Meng really cried.

Feng Du suppressed his smile, and said to Yu Lv solemnly: "Look, you scared the elders to tears."

Of course he knew why Mrs. Meng was crying, but he squinted his eyes and refused to say anything.

"This—" Yu Lv scratched his head, carefully recalled what he said and did just now, and found nothing serious.

Except that he just lightly slapped Mrs. Meng on the arm, but the slap wasn't really a slap, it was just a slap.

"Why are you crying?" He began to worry about Mrs. Meng.

Mrs. Meng: "Woo..."

Holding his arms in his arms, Feng Du looked at the two of them crying and the other sad, the sad one puffed out his mouth, the eyelashes on his petal-like face fluttered, a little at a loss.

He was addicted to watching it, so he turned his attention to Mr. Meng - this guy is fucking wronged.

Indeed, it should be frightened and frightened.Although he has never bothered to take care of these trivial matters, Mr. Meng is not Shentu, and even the old-fashioned King of Hades in the first hall turns a blind eye to him. How can Mr. Meng compare with him.

It seems that it is necessary to strengthen the supervision of the law enforcement brigade.

Feng Du yawned.

Mrs. Meng stopped crying with a sound of sniffling.

Yu Lu likes Mrs. Meng very much, because he has a problem of cranky thinking, and it is difficult for him to develop a good impression of those who come up to strike up a conversation. The typical one is the little boy he met in KFC.But as for Mrs. Meng, he ran away when he saw him, and cried when he was hit, so sincere and unpretentious!

"Ahem." Mrs. Meng cried enough, and sat down on the stall again, "Actually, I'm not just doing nothing, isn't there going to be a Night Tour of Hundred Ghosts in two days, I haven't seen it before, come up and see what's new... "

Feng Du watched him slumped there condescendingly: "You will enjoy it."

Mrs. Meng grinned at them flatteringly: "You're here for this too, right? Do you want me to take an extra seat then—hey, you're leaving now?"

Feng Du dragged Yu Lv out for several meters, and his voice floated over, "Just take care of yourself."

Mr. Meng looked at Yu Lv's back with emotion: "Ah..."

Hey, for a long time, he didn't come up with the following, the development of the matter was far beyond imagination, he was actually a little bit distracted until now.

But it's always good to have someone back.

Yu Lv is very interested in the Night Tour of the Hundred Ghosts.

People go to temple fairs during Chinese New Year, and night tours during ghost festivals. It’s not a big festival, it’s just the anniversary of the opening of Panjiayuan.According to Yulu's playful personality, no matter what activity he wanted to get involved in, he would never go home until he had a good time, but now that the fat girl and the big fish are gone, it's not the time to play at all.

"Ah." He sighed.

Feng Du looked at him sideways, and the corner of his mouth twitched, as if he knew everything.Bend down and get under the umbrella, and get very close to Yu Lu's body: "Isn't it very powerful just now, why are you sighing now?"

"You don't understand even after you say it." Yu Lv raised his umbrella and looked around for Xiao Chuan's antique shop. He focused all his energy on walking and looking for two things, so naturally he didn't pay attention to Feng's hand on his shoulder at some point. , but the back of his neck was a little itchy, it was the white and tender piece of flesh on the back of his neck where Fengdu's thumb had just rubbed.

The endless stream of ghosts scratched their heads one by one, chatting all about the night tour of the ghosts the day after tomorrow.

The black umbrella that brushed past these ghosts turned and turned, and finally turned to the door of Xiaochuan antique shop.

Xiaochuan Antique Store is actually very easy to find. Looking from a distance, it is the one with the most people at the door.

There are many people, so the yang energy is heavy, Yu Lv's eyes are darkened, and he has a tendency to collapse, but this time he is holding the umbrella handle tightly, and he is not swaying like usual - it seems that Big Brother is not lying , with the growth of Yinde, his physical strength is indeed a level higher than before.

Just as he was thinking, a stinky leather jacket fell from the sky, and Feng turned into a solid body, covering Yu Lv's head and charged all the way into the sea of ​​people without saying hello!

He was tall and slender, and he stepped on his slippers as a tractor, rolling over the feet of the crowd and striding towards the antique shop.

"Grass, why are you still jumping in line?"

"Damn it, who stepped on my foot?!"

The person who was attacked by Fengdu's feet started to yell and curse, dirty words rolled on the tip of his tongue, and he was about to spit towards Fengdu with saliva, but when he turned around, he saw a man who was a whole head taller than them, his brows were black like dark clouds, and he was terrified Almost swallowing his tongue, before Feng could speak, the crowd had already parted automatically like a watershed.

Although Yu Lv couldn't see it, he could clearly hear the gasps of the people around him. He stretched out his hand and pushed Feng Du. Unexpectedly, the big hand around his shoulder became tighter, and half of his body was almost embedded in the opponent. In my arms!

I have never seen such a high-profile jumping in line...

Feng Du put his arms around Yu Lv and walked all the way to the head of the team.

Yan Xiaochuan was not there, and standing in the hall was a bright boy, who was staring at a man: "How many times have I told you, our boss doesn't see you, it's useless even if you get the number, go away Walk!"

Yu Lv pulled off the leather jacket and followed the prestige, and saw a big man about 1.8 meters poking in front of the boy, who looked familiar, and seemed to be the one who was splashed with water by Yan Xiaochuan last time.

The little guy was being pestered by that man, and when he turned around and saw Feng Du who was jumping in line, he really lost his temper: "Hey, sir, have you taken your number yet?"

"Number?" Feng Du raised his head and raised his chin, beckoning to the boy with disdain, "What number?"

The little guy has a lot of backbone, so he hasn't hesitated until now, so he wrote a number one hundred and one on the small notebook and handed it to Fengdu: "Here, go to the end of the line! There are many people who came to line up early yesterday morning It’s not yet in the queue, today you will be asked to add three children, and tomorrow someone else will be asked to add three children. After a long time, is our boss going to do business or not?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Feng Du took off his sunglasses and let out a breath of cold air slowly from his nostrils: "I'm not interested in what you have here, tell your boss to come out, I have something to do with him!"

The little guy rolled his eyes: "Hey, if you're not interested in our stuff, then you're interested in our boss? I'll tell you! This group of people are all here to see our boss, and they want to line up to see you! "

"Hey!" Feng Du twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and clucked his wrists. Seeing that his fist was about to fall on the boy, a middle-aged rough man with a snarl suddenly appeared from the crowd. He was tall and thick, and there was a scar the size of a bowl on his forehead, so he rushed over and grabbed his hand: "Hey—don't be rough, don't be rough!"

Feng Du raised his eyebrows, but put down his hands obediently.