Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 311 Ghost Hit the Wall

After this ordeal, Fang Ling and Miaoqing became close friends. Even if they stayed in the same room and lay on the same bed, they still had endless things to talk about.

Fang Ling is indeed a rare good listener. Not only does he listen carefully, he can also respond a few words from time to time. He is very competent.

If it were applied to other young ladies from Guiyun Mountain, even if they were unhappy with Qin'er's master and servant, they would still pretend to be gentle and comfort her first, either saying it was a misunderstanding or saying it was unintentional.

However, although he was trying to persuade others, in his heart he was just trying to watch the excitement. While he was trying to entice people to tell more of the inside story, he had even prepared the words for gossiping.

Although Fang Ling was not very talkative on weekdays, he drank a few more drinks and listened to Miao Qing's talk for half the night.

It can be said that we feel sympathy for each other, and once the conversation begins, we will feel that the bitterness in our stomach is no less than that of Miaoqing.

This time Miaoqing curled her lips and complained angrily:
"They pretend to be innocent and weak, but they are actually full of bad intentions. The good guys leave it to themselves, while the bad guys use that stupid girl to pretend to be.

Who doesn't know?It's just to deceive those fledgling bastards.

That little brat Xianyao just picked on the two of them and teamed up with them to bully me. "

Fang Ling took a sip of wine and echoed:
"Not just a brat like Xianyao? Isn't it the same with Mr. Changting? They just like this."

Miaoqing thought Fang Ling was still angry about Changting on the top of the tower saving Qin'er but not herself, so she said disapprovingly:

"It is understandable that Mr. Changting, as his fiancée, should save them first, but why should Xianyao also turn to the two of them?"

When Fang Ling heard this, he immediately became unconvinced.Why is it okay for Changting to face Qin'er, but not for Xianyao to face them?
If Miaoqing insists on talking like this, then who is afraid of whom?Who doesn't know how to hurt each other?
So he secretly argued:
"Xian Yao grew up with his master. He must have grown up with her as childhood sweethearts. Their relationship must be different from others."

Miaoqing was not good at anything else, but Tingyiner was very good at obedient words. Seeing Fang Ling secretly competing with each other, she was not willing to be outdone. The soft knife stabbed him at will:

"Why did you grow up with his master? You probably don't know that Xianyao is the son of Lord Changting!"

While speaking, he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of being overheard by the ears of the partition wall. This lifelike expression was like that of the aunts and ladies gossiping under the wall at the end of the village.

Fang Ling's accomplishments in these matters were certainly inferior to Miaoqing's. Just when he heard this, he spat out all the wine in one sip and said in surprise:

"Is there such a thing? So Qin'er is Xianyao's biological mother?"

Miaoqing saw that Fang Ling was really shocked by what she said, so she smiled with satisfaction and said sarcastically:

"When did you learn to be like your incompetent brother?

How old is she to give birth to a son as old as Xianyao?

It must have been given birth to by another woman Changtingjun raised at home. "

Fang Ling had been completely grasped by the information that Miaoqing suddenly threw out, and his eyes could not help but widen.

"Are you saying that Lord Changting has another wife besides his engagement with Qin'er?"

"How new is it? There are not enough women in Guiyun Mountain who are attracted to him?"

Miaoqing said, tapping Fang Ling's forehead with her finger and warning:

"With your lumpy head against those scheming foxes, you'll probably be chewed up to the point where no bones are left."

When Fang Ling heard this, his face suddenly turned red and his ears felt hot.

"What does their scheming have to do with me?"

"Don't think that I don't know your little thoughts, that I can't see something that even that little brat like Xianyao can see?
Do you just think that he is treating you better now and have completely forgotten how heartless he was back then?
You are still competing with the girl here, your wings are really hard! "

Miaoqing rolled her eyes and complained, but reminded her sincerely:
"But you can't mention Xianyao to others. There may be some secret hidden in it that cannot be revealed.

I don’t know the details, but Xianyao had a look of resentment when he mentioned this matter, and no one dared to say more, which shows that this matter is unusual. "

Fang Ling recalled that Changting in Qingyuan Town used to be so careless in attracting bees and butterflies that the Qin family's courtyard was not peaceful all day long. He couldn't help but angrily said:

"Perhaps he did some unlucky scumbag behavior!" "That's fine. If he really already has a serious wife, I wouldn't be able to marry him again."

"You're still getting married after all this?"

Fang Ling felt that he might have drunk too much and heard that he had split his hair.

"Who am I not marrying? Anyway, Xianyao has promised to help me.

If it happens, unless that stinky girl Miaoyin marries Master Changji, she will never be able to beat me in the matter of husband-in-law.

Even Xianyao will have to fawn over me from now on. If he dares to roll his eyes at me again, I will ask his master to punish him by copying the book a hundred times. "

Fang Ling was speechless after hearing this. The two of them kept talking to each other, making full use of the village's gossiping skills.

Fang Lingyuan planned that since he had drunk too much and went to bed late that night, he would have to sleep until midnight the next day to catch up on his sleep.

Unexpectedly, the genius Meng Mengliang was awakened by the sound of pacing back and forth at the door and repeated exclamations.

Sometimes Fang Ling was really fed up with his sensitive senses, and even some subtle noises sounded particularly messy to his ears.

Miaoqing didn't have such worries. She lay on her side and breathed deeply, still sleeping soundly.

Although he was already awake, Fang Ling's mind was groggy. He thought that if he stayed in bed for a while, the person outside would leave at some point.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to be deliberately against her, running back and forth dozens of times in a row, neither leaving nor knocking on anyone's door.

On the contrary, as time went by, his steps became more panicked and irritable.

As the footsteps became more messy and irritable, even his mouth began to mutter.

"What's going on? What's going on? Why is it missing..."

Fang Ling couldn't stand the noise he made. He suppressed his anger and disheveled his hair. When he passed by the door again, he opened the door and said:
"What exactly is missing? Do you want you to stay up late at night and go back and forth in front of this door to look for it?"

The waiter outside was panicking, but unexpectedly a huge head suddenly appeared under the dim oil lamp. He was so frightened that he jumped three feet into the air and exclaimed loudly:

"Ah! My second uncle, third aunt, and grandma! What is it?"

Fang Ling brushed the disheveled hair on his face impatiently and said angrily:

"Stop asking for relatives! Let me ask you, what are you looking for here without sleeping at night? What is missing?"

When he saw clearly who the visitor was, the waiter in the shop became excited and fell to his knees with a plop. Not to mention the third aunt, he recognized her own aunt.

"Ma'am, help me! There's something dirty in this store and it's hitting the wall!"

Fang Ling was confused for a moment. What ghost dared to hit the wall here?

Not to mention the monks who live in this inn, even without these monks, most of the ghost wall-breaking incidents only occur in inaccessible places in the wilderness. How could they happen in this busy city?

But how can the waiter be willing to listen?

He just kept telling that he got up early and went upstairs. He originally planned to go to the second floor to take a look, but unexpectedly he went straight to the third floor twice in a row.

He thought the night was dark and he might have been dizzy and walked to the wrong floor, but when he got down to the next floor, he ended up in the lobby on the first floor.

It would be fine to say that it was dazzling once, but it happened to him dozens of times.

It was as if the entire second floor had disappeared out of thin air.

He was startled and felt an even colder feeling on his back. Unexpectedly, this coldness didn't matter. If he went back, he wouldn't even be able to go down to the first floor. He would just wander around in the corridor on the third floor.

He flapped and turned around dozens of times, but no tenant opened the door to save him. It was as if all the guest rooms had become fake in an instant, and the entire floor was so lifeless that not even the guests' snores could be heard.

(End of this chapter)