The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Fresh and handsome, gentle and elegant, He Yanzhou looks handsome, but he is not feminine, and he does not see any impetuousness of modern people on his body. This may have something to do with his life of studying and soaking in the sea for hundreds of years. After all, he has to be with jellyfish Communication, impatient is not enough.

Such a person, if he entered the court, might be able to leave a mark in history, but unfortunately Meng Qinglang's history was returned to the teacher, and he didn't even know which dynasty He Yanzhou was from.

Meng Qinglang admired the beauty, He Yanzhou let him look at him generously, suddenly cupped his hands and said: "My lord, a gentleman promises a lot of money, Xiaosheng is probably going back to the seaside to see the jellyfish swarm, so it's time to say goodbye."

"Oh, okay, you go."

He Yanzhou suddenly showed confusion.

It was the first time Meng Qinglang saw an expression other than crying on his face, and looked at him curiously, only to see that he opened his palm, and a light blue bubble grew out, floating slowly, floating in his palm, He Yanzhou looked at Meng Qinglang apologetically: "Xiaosheng Menglang."

As soon as the words fell, the cyan bubble dragged on his palm and swelled rapidly until it was the size of a person, and then crooked, it was placed on the top of Meng Qinglang's head, wrapping his whole body.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Meng Qinglang poked Bubbles, his fingertips were slightly cool, but he didn't feel any resistance. Looking carefully, he could see a finger protruding from the surface of Bubbles, and when he let go, Bubbles followed suit. It shrank back.The color of the enlarged bubble is extremely light, it just makes him see a slightly cooler tone, and has no other effect, but he is already past the age of playing with bubbles...

He Yanzhou saw that he looked all right, and then said: "My lord's strength has not yet recovered, and the ghosts above level ten have been watching for a long time, and I heard that some of them are planning to move.

Xiaosheng, as the only ghost envoy beside the adult, naturally has to take on the responsibility of guarding. The green ball looks thin, but it is transformed from a part of Xiaosheng's body. Attacks below the fifteenth level of ghost power are useless, and the highest level can block thirty ghost powers. One blow, if it is attacked, Xiaosheng will be aware of it thousands of miles ago, and he will definitely rush back when the time comes.

I'm ashamed to say, with Xiaosheng's current ability, this is the best method, although it is inconvenient, I hope the adults will be patient and put it away when Xiaosheng returns. After saying that, he cupped his fists and bowed in apology.

He said a long paragraph, and Meng Qinglang automatically translated it into: You are too weak, I am worried.

Meng Qinglang saw that he had the demeanor of a celebrity from his appearance to his language, so he moved his mouth and said, "Thank you." Suddenly feeling that his language was weak, he added, "Gentleman, please."

He Yanzhou changed his name naturally: "So, Yanzhou retreated first."

"Well... let's go... on the road...be careful in the water."

"Thank you sir."

Meng Qinglang watched as he unplugged the sink, leaped and rushed away along the current.

Meng Qinglang: "..."

The scary ghost popped a head out of the bottle: "Congratulations, my lord, for gaining another general!"

Meng Qinglang was wrapped in bubbles and squeezed out the bathroom door: "No again."

"???"

After so much tossing, it was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Meng Qinglang wiped off his body and went to sleep. With the rain and the coolness of the bubbles, he slept very well that night. He was called at eight o'clock in the morning. The bell wakes up.

Meng Qinglang fell into a drowsy sleep, squinting his eyes and touching the phone with the palm of his hand. The phone suddenly fell into his hand automatically. The unexpected cold touch made Meng Qinglang open his eyes immediately. The logic line of his brain quickly formed, and finally defined as ——Unreasonable, Meng Qinglang sat up instantly with his heart beating faster in fright.

The person sitting beside the bed was dressed in fluttering green clothes, with a pretty face, slightly transparent like a banished fairy, and smiled respectfully and politely at him: "Yanzhou guessed that the lord might be looking for this, but it was Yanzhou's fault that he surprised the lord. "

Meng Qinglang reacted for a moment before remembering that this was his new emissary. He looked down at his bare chest, pulled up the blanket in embarrassment, and comforted him with an embarrassed smile: "I am cowardly."

The bell has been ringing for a long time, Meng Qinglang answered the phone without further ado, He Yanzhou did not have any intention of avoiding it, he did not know where to find the teapot of old tea, poured a cup of tea for Meng Qinglang gracefully, and then helped himself Fill it up, hold it up and put it under your nose to smell.

Meng Qinglang glanced at him and wrapped himself in a blanket before poking the phone: "Morning, Uncle Xiao."

"Xiao Lang, your uncle has done that for you. The husband and wife who went to see the house yesterday hit it off. Let me tell you about your family's general situation. After all, we have to be honest when doing business, right?"

"You are right, honesty is the foundation of business."

"Hey, that's right. People say that as long as the procedures are complete, you don't have to worry about people making trouble afterwards. It just so happens that their rent is due and the hostess is pregnant again. Afraid of pollution, they don't want to change the decoration. They just moved in recently. Uncle told them about your troubles, and they said that you don't need to tidy up the unwanted furniture at home. It just so happened that they found someone to deal with it together.

If you think it's appropriate, uncle does this all year round, and the procedures will be completed in one day, but... we are not outsiders, so uncle will tell you something heartfelt, you are at a loss!

If we can sell this house, we won’t sell it. The house price changes every day. When you come back from college, you will still have a place to live. "

It is a loss, but it still has to be sold.

"Uncle, I have made up my mind, and I have to be honest in life, and I can't be a donkey to my Uncle Xiao."

"Hey, if you don't suffer from this, I'm fine with you as a donkey. Okay, at nine o'clock, I'll ask your two families to meet and chat. Bring all the documents and you can finish the process today."

"Okay, please trouble Uncle Xiao."

From today onwards, the house will not belong to him. Meng Qinglang looked at the phone blankly. He thought he had already prepared his mind, but...it was too soon.

When the alarm clock sounded at [-]:[-], Meng Qinglang came back to his senses and turned to He Yanzhou, "Can you go out for a while? I want to change."

He Yanzhou hesitated for a while, nodded and said: "Yanzhou is at the door, if you need something, you can call me." He Yanzhou took the teapot and turned his head three times, his eyes full of worries.

Meng Qinglang squeezed his arm. Does he look so weak and helpless and in need of care?

Meng Qinglang wanted to dress more formally, so he rummaged through the closet where he didn't have many clothes, and finally chose a sky blue sweater that looked relatively clean. After washing, it was already 08:30, and Meng Qinglang didn't eat breakfast. Following He Yanzhou, he went straight to Uncle Xiao's office.

When he arrived, the couple who bought the house had already chatted with Uncle Xiao. Meng Qinglang was a little embarrassed, so he called Uncle Xiao first, and then greeted the couple with his introduction.

Uncle Xiao glanced behind him from time to time with strange eyes: "Did Xiao Lang bring friends?"

Meng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, looking behind him, He Yanzhou was swinging around with a small paper fan worth 20 yuan each, with cursive script he didn't recognize written on it, and a red seal of unknown origin was printed on it. It seemed like that. From a close look, everyone knew that Meng Qinglang had been scammed.

They bought it on the side of the road when they came. He Yanzhou stared at the paper fan and his pace almost stopped. He walked three meters and still looked back. Seeing that he wanted it so much, Meng Qinglang went to buy it, but the stall owner refused to bargain. He Yanzhou hugged his fan to see the scenery, Meng Qinglang could only give money.

After all, he was the ghost chosen by himself...

"He..." Meng Qinglang glanced at Uncle Xiao, confirming that his eyes were indeed looking at He Yanzhou, "He likes Hanfu."

"Oh..." Uncle Xiao glanced at He Yanzhou's long hair, "It looks like true love on such a hot day, come on, let's all sit down."

One wanted to buy it as soon as possible, and the other wanted to sell it as soon as possible, and the agreement was reached quickly. Meng Qinglang followed Uncle Xiao until the afternoon, and finally, the house no longer belonged to him.

Standing in the living room, Meng Qinglang glanced at every corner. At this moment, the memory valve was opened again, and his vision gradually blurred. He sold not only the house, but also the past. After returning the house to him, he just wiped his face and tightly held the bank card with a huge sum of 400 million yuan.

But sometimes, emotions cannot be controlled artificially, no matter how Meng Qinglang wipes it, his face is still wet.

He Yanzhou sighed, stood aside and said softly: "Although buying and selling ancestral property is not the work of a filial son, if there are real difficulties...the ancestors always hope for the good of the descendants."

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but when he did, Meng Qinglang covered his face with his hands and choked up crying.

A rare look of panic appeared on He Yanzhou's face, and he was at a loss for the current situation. Suddenly, a picture appeared in his mind. Under the locust tree, the child who had fallen over was crying "Wow", but as long as he stepped forward to pick him up, he would soon recover. laugh it out.

The corners of He Yanzhou's mouth could not help but tilt up slightly. It turned out that he had such a quiet time, if it was back then...

[Di——Congratulations to my ghost envoy He Yanzhou for being promoted to level 21. 】

Meng Qinglang looked at He Yanzhou in surprise, a trace of accusation gradually appeared in his eyes, seeing him cry and upgrade?Is it a little too much?

He Yanzhou also noticed the change in his own ghost power. He looked embarrassed for a moment, stepped forward and patted Meng Qinglang's back, and said softly: "Yanzhou is thinking of my little nephew. He was only four years old when I rushed for the exam. Baibai Pangpang is just a fun age and loves to cry, but as long as I hug him, he will laugh, and speaking of it... When I left, he chased the bullock cart and ran half the village crying..."

[Di——Congratulations to my ghost envoy He Yanzhou for being promoted to level 22. 】

"Unfortunately, the little tiger I bought in the capital couldn't be delivered to him."

[Di——Congratulations to my ghost envoy He Yanzhou for being promoted to level 23. 】

Is this comforting him?Meng Qinglang's unstoppable tears now overflowed, and he looked at him accusingly.

"Yanzhou wants to say... There are always times in life when you don't like it, look forward, the ancestral house is gone, you can buy it back later!"

Meng Qinglang shook his head and wiped his face. It is not the original home after buying it. In fact, it is completely different now, but he can still deceive himself and others.

He Yanzhou sighed, and the little animal stroked the back of his head like a hair: "It will get better."

Meng Qinglang held his bank card, at least... he still had 400 million.

The breathing light on the phone was flickering. Meng Qinglang thought it was Xi Yan, so he clicked on it. In addition to the WeChat message, there was an additional notification message.

“您尾号8635的储蓄卡账户7月24日17时32分向安息集团转账支出人民币3998000.00元。【明天银行】”

Meng Qinglang's tears dried up in an instant, and he poked the screen to count the digits, and the hand holding the phone began to tremble.

The author has something to say: Meng Qinglang: Angry!The author of the report wrote off my 400 million with private revenge!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottles of Zhaoliu;

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