Slag Gong crying and begging for forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]Ⅱ

When Nan Xing crossed over, he was holding a chicken leg in his hand, and there were a few evil spirits squatting outside the door. Nan Xing frightened them for a while, and suddenly a whip hit him hard, causing instant pain from his shoulders to his lower back. stand up.

Nan Xing opened his eyes and looked back, A7 had already reported the name of the person who beat him.

Zhang Chuanqiong.

Was one of the big pieces of that guy.

very good!

In so many worlds, no one in that guy's fragments had ever dared to hit him, and now the first one appeared.

Hehe, very good, I hope he won't be disappointed.

"South Star!"

Zhang Chuanqiong called his name with a cold face.

Nan Xing carefully experienced the character design of his own soul fragments in this world in his heart, and then asked A7 to carefully pave the way logically according to his own character design that he perfected according to the world line.

Then immediately followed the voice.

Looking up, he saw Zhang Chuanqiong's face.

A pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes, a high bridge of the nose and thin lips, gave birth to a cold and ruthless face, handsome like a fierce god, tall, long, vigorous and thin, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, wearing a gray robe that is not eye-catching. I got a hanger.

Zhang Chuanqiong stared at Nan Xing coldly: "I told you to eat inside, what are you doing squatting outside like an animal? Do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Nan Xing hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master, I was wrong! I was afraid that those evil spirits would come in and snatch them, so I frightened them! I dare not, I still want to eat chicken legs tomorrow!"

Zhang Chuanqiong couldn't hear Nan Xing's words, but could only hear a small, sharp meowing voice, thinking that Nan Xing dared to talk back, so he took out a ghost-beating stick and shouted: "Hold out your hand! I won't teach you well today, and my surname is not Zhang! "

It was hard to find a ghost who was suitable for my lover in the previous life, but it turned out to be an uneducated evil ghost. For a man as expensive as Du Ruoxian, this evil ghost didn't even have the qualifications to be a ghost. Go out and do things like a wild ghost.

I don't know how.

Nan Xing stretched out his hands in fear.

Zhang Chuanqiong is a very talented celestial master. He is all self-taught. Not only can he see ghosts with his eyes, he can even know the outline of hands.

Although what I saw was a dark and blurry mass, but after careful identification, I could tell that Nan Xing obediently stretched out his hand.

Seeing that Nan Xing was obedient and obedient, he was satisfied, the lives of these lowly evil spirits were in his hands, if he dared to be disobedient, life would be worse than death for them.

Nan Xing was beaten up and screamed. After the beating, he was not allowed to eat or give incense for three days, because Nan Xing

To make Du Ruoxian's soul, Zhang Chuanqiong didn't allow him to eat leftovers.

He could distinguish the smell of his ghost eating leftovers. If Nan Xing dared to eat it, there might be another round of beatings.

Nan Xing went out hungry, and the evil ghosts who were eating leftovers outside laughed loudly: "Everyone, look at Nan Xing, he was beaten again, whoever let you show off the chicken legs in front of us, you will be punished! "

Nan Xing, who was proud of holding the chicken legs just now, is now hungry. Seeing them eating happily, he was drooling with envy, and he was not only beaten by his master, but also ridiculed by these defeated subordinates, and immediately cried angrily : "You dare to laugh at me, I will beat you to death when I am full!"

Several evil spirits quickly shut their mouths and dared not laugh at Nan Xing again. Nan Xing said that if they were killed, they might really be killed. Killing one or two guys would reduce the risk of food grabbing. The owner only had so much leftover food every day. At that time, the owner still has nothing left to eat, and if there is one less, it is one.

Nan Xing smelled the smell of food and became even hungrier, so he ran out crying loudly.

Now the dusk has passed, the night has come, and the sun has gone to the west. It is said that the sun has gone to Britain, so the creatures in the darkness here can go out and move.

Nan Xing has a bell on his body, and he can move around freely without the master ringing the bell. The master doesn't care what they do on weekdays, as long as they are there when it is useful.

Zhang Chuanqiong doesn't care if they kill and set fire or make trouble wantonly. He has too many things to do and doesn't have time to take care of these brats.

It's just that Nan Xing has been a little stricter in recent days, otherwise he was more free before, and he could still grab food from some wild ghost on the road.

This city is called Ancheng, and it is a rich and prosperous place. There are wars and famines in many places, but this place is relatively peaceful, so many wild ghosts come to beg for food.

As night fell and the lights came on, the lights in Ancheng were brightly lit, people on the road were in a hurry, and rich men and women went to dance halls in rickshaws to dance. It was something fresh from the West.

Nan Xing was sitting on a young lady’s rickshaw. The lady hired a double rickshaw. One seat was for herself, and the other seat was for her exquisite and beautiful bag. , and try not to touch the sachet, in fact, it won't break if you touch it, but when you meet him occasionally, you still move it to the side carefully.

Because he was too hungry, he didn’t want to walk hard, so he could only take a ride along the way to see if there was any rich and noble family that enshrined the ancestors’ delicious food. There was nothing wrong with it. He went to eat it openly.

Not even leftovers.

The smell after eating the food on the table is different from the food on the ground.

But this kind of cheapness can't let him miss it, so he can only find a bridge, and go to starve alone under the bridge, separating the fireworks in the world, so he can't smell or feel hungry.

Nan Xing waited and waited, listening to something whispering in the middle of the night, he walked over and saw that there was a beautiful ghost doing harm to people!

Nan Xing yelled ferociously, and the flamboyant ghost quickly got off the man in fright.

Yan Gui stared at him vigilantly: "Who are you? Why do you spoil my good things?"

Nan Xing instinctively felt that it was not good to hurt people, so he gritted his teeth: "You eat people so bad, you are so disgusting!"

Yangui had an indistinguishably glamorous face. Hearing Nan Xing's words, he was stunned for a moment, and then covered his lips and smiled coquettishly: "Good man, what did you say 'eat' or 'eat'? How can I 'eat' him with such a nakedness? He eats me..."

Nan Xing took a closer look at that person, and it was indeed a human being, an ordinary person who was fascinated by a ghost and looked like he was about to be slaughtered, without the ability to eat ghosts, Nan Xing said: "You lied! You lied to me!"

Yan Gui laughed so hard that the flower branches trembled, and gently waved at Nan Xing: "Little Lang, come here quickly, you are so cute, let the slave take off your mask and take a good look, if the slave is satisfied, I will let that person go... ..."

Most ghosts are covering a mask and dare not show their true colors to others. They are all invisible creatures, afraid that others will see their faces and remember their appearance, and come to revenge or laugh at them.

The face is an extremely private thing, and it will expose one's weaknesses, unless the powerful ghosts are full of confidence, otherwise they are all very low self-esteem and cowardly ghosts.

Although Nan Xing is very powerful, he also has low self-esteem, because he does not have a strong body like many powerful ghosts, and he can scare off evil spirits by standing there, and his face looks more bullying, so he is very afraid of others Saw his face.

But this flamboyant ghost didn't look too powerful, so Nan Xing beat him up.

Yan Gui covered his face and shouted: "Don't hit me, brother, I was wrong! I'll give you whatever you want, don't hit your face, brother!"

Nan Xing stopped and said, "What did you say?"

Yangui cried and kowtowed: "My lord, you can say whatever you want, as long as you don't hit me in the face."

Nan Xing said: "I'm hungry and want to eat a formal offering."

Yan Gui was stunned for a moment, and said, "I haven't eaten food all these years, where can I find offerings for you?"

Nan Xing said in surprise: "You live so well, you smell full of food all over your body, how could you never eat offerings?"

Yan Gui stared at him blankly for a while, and was also very surprised: "No way? Don't you think that you can only fill your stomach with food?" He smiled mysteriously, "Come here, brother will pass on the secret to you. you."