Fairyland, Big Problem

Sinners swallow a thousand needles...

It's obviously a good song about the best days of the wind and the moon, but the atmosphere in the last half of the song turned sharply, and Wen Jiu's heart was agitated when he heard it.

"Don't be rude to Young Master Wen."

It was cold and floated with an elegant female voice, like herbal tea in the throat in the hot summer, refreshing and pleasant.

However, when Wen Jiu stood in front of the 4-star 'Cause of Disaster' and watched the evil children's jacquard basket sing, it was already cold, so he didn't need to cool down.

Looking at the figures walking by, Wen Jiu just wanted to go home.

White dresses swayed in the wind, and young women with paper lanterns lined up from the direction of the ancient town.

Every few steps, a pair of women stopped and stood on the left and right sides of the road, like the maids of palace lanterns in the ancient tomb.

After the members of the team stood still, from the entrance of Poding Ancient Town to the bottom of the slope, twelve maids carried white paper lanterns to illuminate the road ahead.

"Master Wen, Miss is talking about you every day."

The white-clothed maid headed by the team walked very close, a pair of Lang Lang's bright eyes shone brightly, and the beautiful facial features were extremely prominent on the fair complexion.

If it is said that beauty is like jade, the maid in front of her must be a masterpiece that has been handed down from time to time, and it was carved by a famous craftsman, but the coldness and silence lingered.

Wen Jiu didn't dare to neglect, "I was busy with tasks a few days ago, and I remembered it today, so I hurried here, ignoring the quiet of the night, which is a little rude."

"Young Master Wen is joking, you know the situation of our evil creatures, so why bother to rest."

Another lantern-carrying maid in front of her showed a smile. She was also a beautiful woman with excellent facial features. Her almond eyes were full of vitality, as if she were facing the face of Chunhua.

He never thought that descriptions related to vitality could be used on evil things. Although there was only a spring in his eyes, his skin color and overall temperament were still gloomy and cold, but it was strange enough.

"If it's rude, we are the first." The lantern maid said, "I'm busy talking to the son, and I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Yuan Yue."

Another maid named Xingyue.

January is January, or the first month;

The apricot month corresponds to the month of February.

Wen Jiu's eyes went up the stone steps again, a total of twelve lantern-carrying maids, which happened to correspond to the month of December.

Noticing the change in Wen Jiu's expression, Yuan Yue smiled lightly, "I want you to guess that the young master is right, we are the maid next to the young lady, named Twelve Hong Ling."

Xingyue interjected, "If the son marries the young lady, all of us, Twelve Honglings, will be married."

Hearing this, Wen Jiu couldn't help but withdraw, "Then I might not be able to bear it."

The so-called twelve red silk has its auspicious meaning.

The twelve red sashes in series throughout the year mean that the moon and the moon are good days and there are blessings every year.

The problem is that the lantern maids are all dressed in plain white, with white satin ornaments hanging from their left wrists.

Can it be called Twelve Red Aya... This is called Twelve White Aya.

And Bai Ling has something to do with Shi Di.

"Young Master, it's very windy outside, come with us into the house and sit, Miss is waiting."

"Uh... um."

Wen Jiu bit his head and stepped up the steps.

My heart is cold, but fortunately, the other party has no intention of harming him.

As an evil creature, it is quite a face to welcome a human darkness-suppressor into the 'source of disaster' with the gift of a guest.

Otherwise, with the difference in strength between the two sides, they would be able to capture Wen Jiu alive.

I have to sigh with emotion, there is no need to walk around the hometown of the red wedding dress, but just standing outside the door, Wen Jiu's concept has been changed to the black dust plague village is not a scary place at all.

After crossing the half slope, the terrain becomes gentler. There is a simple archway at the entrance of the platform on the half mountain.

Linglong Town.

"This is your first time coming to our ancient town, sir?"

"Yes, very chic..."

Wen Jiu didn't know how to describe it.

Standing at the entrance of the town and looking in, the architectural style is inclined to the old-style town of Jiangnan water town.

The white walls are flying over the eaves, the small bridges are flowing, the night wind blows the wine shop flags and flutters, and the awning boat swaying and undulating on the river.

Just looking at the scenery makes people feel that time is slow, and I want to live here and meet the lilac girl under the oil-paper umbrella.

Of course, if the lighting tools weren't white paper lanterns...

Not only the white paper lanterns, but the whole town has left traces of celebrations.

For example, the hydrangea hanging on the stone lanterns along the street, the word "囍" and the window grilles posted on the door panels from door to door.

A happy family, the whole town celebrates, it should be a beautiful thing.

But those hydrangeas have gone through an unknown number of years, the red has faded, and they are generally pale.

Wen Jiu walked on the main road paved with bluestone slabs, with Yuan Yue and Xing Yue leading the way.

On both sides are Taoyue and Huaiyue, corresponding to March and April.

After that, the eight maids continued until the end of the line, representing the winter and twelfth lunar months at the end of the year.

To be honest, Wen Jiu was a little numb. No matter how these maids restrained the evil-type psionic energy, they could feel the strength far exceeding the black nails when they got close.

Twelve evil spirits... I feel the breath level of bone riding.

From the initial chill to numbness, Wen Jiu has adapted.

It's numb.

Going along the main road to the end of Linglong Ancient Town, the terrain climbs again, and above it is a huge mansion, red paint... black paint door is withdrawn.

"Master Wen."

"Um?"

Yuan Yue, who was walking at the forefront, turned her head back, and her squinting side face could make people stare blankly.

"Young master hasn't married the young lady yet, so he can't call her by name."

"Direct call? When do I..."

After a brief stupor, Wen Jiu realized that in order to attract the attention of evil things outside Linglong Ancient Town, he called out "Miss Red Bean".

"Your lady's name is..."

"Yes, Miss An family, red beans."

Walking over the dark threshold, the white thorns of the double happiness window grilles on the door panel contrasted sharply with the black background.

"Then I'll be called Miss An."

"No problem." Yuan Yue smiled cheerfully, "Anyway, Miss doesn't talk to you, most of them are friends."

Every time the red wedding dress sees Wen Jiu, it wraps the pinky fingers of both sides with red thread, which conveys its emotions and thoughts directly.

"I take the liberty to ask, why doesn't Miss An speak?"

"The unmarried girl has lost her innocence when she talks to a man outside the house."

After Yuanyue finished explaining, Xingyue praised her immediately. Her young lady knows righteousness and etiquette.

For a series of compliments, Wen Jiu just twitched the corners of his mouth, not making a decision.

"Master Wen, we're here."

The backyard of Anjia's mansion~www.readwn.com~ The attic where the owner lives is lit with warm light.

It is no longer the pale lighting color outside, but the orange-red candlelight.

"Master Wen, come in."

The rest of the maids behind her entered the court, and the most petite maid had the courage to stick to Wen Jiu's back with a smile and push with her small hands.

"Twelfth lunar month! Don't be rude."

Being lectured by Yuan Yue, the small twelfth lunar month stuck out her tongue, her eyes were icy blue, and she tried hard to make Wen Jiu hurry up, for fear that the young lady would have less time to spend with her lover.

That playful energy is lovable, but thinking of the nature of the twelfth lunar month, no one should dare to tease.

"I take the liberty to ask one more question."

Wen Jiu pointed to the attic, "This should be the master's residence. Does Miss An live with her family?"

"Miss it, no family..."