Niangniang is a squeamish bag, she must be spoiled!

Chapter 129 My old lady is trapped here with her strength, why did she leave?

Lin Susu looked at it for a while, then asked in puzzlement, "Why are you willing to be trapped here and not leave?"

This Yangui is good at Taoism, if she doesn't want to, the formation here can't trap her.

After Yan Gui heard this, she raised her eyes and looked over, her red lips were dripping, her eyebrows were like silk, "I am trapped here because of my strength, why do I have to leave?"

Lin Susu...

With a pretty face, she said, "Say it well, why are you willing to be trapped here?"

"What if the old lady doesn't want to say it?"

The woman raised her brows and eyes, calm and relaxed, and she was absolutely gorgeous.

Lin Susu sneered, "Since you don't want to say it, the master can only accept you!"

As soon as the words fell, the little hand made a quick pinch, and the little mirror suddenly shone brightly.

The female ghost's long hair turned into terrifying vines, and she was about to entangle Lin Susufei with a swish, intending to hang Lin Susu to death, but the vines that were ready to move flew into the air, and were directly held by the golden light.

Yan Gui opened his bloody mouth wide, looked at her in disbelief, his face twisted and twisted like phantom smoke, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You, who are you?"

"I'm the eleventh generation descendant of Maoshan, and I'm here to take you evil ghosts like you!"

"Fart, the [-]th, [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th generations of Maoshan all died on my mother's couch!"

Lin Susu...

"Oh, then I am the sixteenth generation descendant."

Sexy ghost...

The charming face was so angry that it twisted into a coil of mosquito coils again.

Lin Susu was worried that the emperor would find someone later and would not have time to talk to her, so she said coldly, "If you don't say yes, then the master can only accept you."

After saying that, the snow-white little hand flew up, and the little mirror suddenly shone with golden light.

Trapped in the big bronze mirror, Yan Gui's body twisted crazily like a phantom, and let out a shrill scream, "Ah, ah, master, spare my life, master, spare my life..."

"Speak or not?"

"I said I said it!"

Yan Gui Phantom ran wildly, hugging her head, trembling.

Damn, what magic weapon is this, she has never seen it before!

The ability of this little girl is definitely not comparable to those broken Taoists!
Lin Susu put away the small mirror, put her arms around her chest, looked at her, and said coldly, "Take it from the truth, be lenient when you confess, and be strict when you resist!"

"Okay, I'll recruit!"

With a weak sentence, Yan Gui raised her pale withered claws and combed her long hair. After combing for a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Five hundred years ago, I was originally a vine growing by the stream, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and by chance, I was irrigated by the spiritual spring of the gods, and gradually transformed into a human form.

Every day I play barefoot by the stream, feeling that the world here is the whole world.

Until one day, a scholar sat beside me.

He sat beside me and read books, the Four Books and Five Classics, the Analects of Confucius, and many obscure ancient books, but occasionally, he also read a lot of beautiful poems.

I like these beautiful and sad poems. Whenever he reads them, I will be fascinated by listening to them. The long vines coil around his head unconsciously to protect him from the wind and rain.

Xu Shi thinks this is a good place to study. He comes every day, and I look forward to his coming every day. My long vines stretch out long, not afraid of the scorching sun and cold, just to protect him from the wind and rain.

There was a year of severe drought, the stream dried up, and I couldn't live without water. However, I didn't want to leave him. I gritted my teeth and persisted day by day. Gradually, not only the leaves fell, but also the roots of the vines gradually withered.

He stroked my body with his hands, sighed slightly, and then...

(End of this chapter)