Fairyland, Big Problem

How long do you live?

The red wedding dress sent Wen Jiu downstairs, and thoughts came along the red thread.

"Just stay for one night and leave tomorrow."

Just stayed one night...

A little unexpected, the red wedding dress has not been too entangled, and the emotions that can be felt have always been in a state of joy.

In its view, Wen Jiu is willing to stay and settle down, one has two, and two can last for a long time.

Outside the attic, twelve red lings waited quietly in two teams. Even though they were of different heights, the white paper lanterns in their hands were at the same height.

The instructions of the red wedding dress can be directly conveyed into the souls of the derived evil creatures, allowing them to take guests to the wing.

After the information was passed, Wen Jiu clearly felt that Twelve Hongling was more or less surprised, and what was more, the little stick that was dripping with the lantern trembled slightly.

As an evil spirit, such a change in his expression and actions is evident in his heart.

"I... go clean up the house immediately!"

Yuanyue took the lead in pulling Xingyue and went straight to the backyard.

Afterwards, Hong Ling quickly followed, and Lu Yue, who had the slowest response, didn't have time to turn around, only to hear Yuan Yue in the distance saying that there was no need for so many people, and that one had to be left to bring Young Master Wen there.

The most petite twelfth lunar month had to take back her steps and looked at Wen Jiu.

"Young Master Wen, wait a moment."

"It's alright, it's alright... Just pick it up."

Just tidying up the room, twelve evil spirits started, what day is this.

The red wedding dress is very proud, saying that if Wen Jiu is willing to live in, every day...

Moreover, Twelve Red Aya is a dowry and can be exchanged for...

"Don't, don't, can't stand it, can't stand it."

After a little dodge, Wen Jiu raised his left hand, a red line floating on his little finger.

"This...isn't it unlocked?"

Based on the previous communication, the red wedding dress knew that it was Wen Jiu who was thinking about untying the red thread.

Entering the city with an evil psionic energy will only end in a bad ending.

tomorrow.

The thoughts of the red wedding dress came, and when Wen Jiu left tomorrow, the red thread would be untied.

"Then... don't keep talking to me tonight."

Evil things do not rest, but warm and long-term rest.

What's more, the red wedding dress can directly convey specific information with the red thread. Wen Jiu couldn't do it. He could only restore some simple emotions.

Will not.

The red hijab shook lightly, trying his best to show his credibility as a top evil spirit.

"Master Wen, the room is ready."

The lantern in his hand was long gone, only the white silk on his wrist danced in the wind.

The candle light flickered slightly, and Lu Yue lifted the white paper lantern and turned her body sideways.

Wen Jiu stepped out of the attic threshold, "Miss An has a good dream."

Young Master Wen has a good dream.

After a brief reply, the red wedding dress was still standing outside the door, watching her sweetheart disappear around the corner.

Until Wen Jiu and Lu Yue were no longer visible, the red wedding gown jumped into the hall, grabbed the pillow on the back of the chair, and slammed her uppercut.

Ha ha ha ha!

My red bean spring is here! ! !

Outside the door, Yuanyue has not yet left, thinking of helping the lady to clean up the tea set, and seeing this scene, she is both happy and embarrassed.

"Miss…"

"Cough, the pillow was dirty just now, I'll dust it off."

The red wedding dress officially opened, the tone was bright and full, revealing the rich emotions of the ups and downs of the Guqin Sonata, but the content of the words was hurriedly concealing the behavior of the previous little girl.

It was rare to see the young lady so happy, and Yuan Yue was also overjoyed.

It is very clear that human beings and evil things are absolutely absolute opposites, and Twelve Hong Ling is very clear.

They don't have much hope for the long-cherished wish of the red wedding dress, but the years are long, so it's better to leave some thoughts for the young lady.

Unexpectedly, I was really looking forward to a young master who is willing to donate blood, talk by candlelight at night, and even stay in Linglong Ancient Town.

The most important thing is that he is completely immune to the influence of powerful evil psionic energy.

It is not hard power to resist interference, but complete ignorance.

Even without the slightest fluctuations in spells and psychic energy, he can still stand between the twelve red silk and the red wedding dress, his heart is like a mirror.

It's really...it's perfect for our lady.

Twelve Hongling has its own method of communication, and Yuan Yue's thoughts were passed on to other sisters, and she immediately received a lot of gratifying feedback.

We must keep Wen Gongzi's heart!

The cleaned wing was spotless, and the mats and sheets had been left with the slight heat that had just been dried.

Really sorcerer to do housework.

thump.

Summons the death coffin that just went online.

"How do you feel about this room?"

Coming in from the outside, the side room is a three-story building with a yard, which is much more advanced than a conventional guest room.

There is no strange arrangement of white paper lantern lighting in the house.

[Woooo~ Such a comfortable house. 】

The cry floated out, but the expression of the death coffin was a grinning grin.

"Huh? Are you satisfied?"

[Yes, the atmosphere is very similar to the place where my hometown lives. 】

"Very good, can... ah?!"

Of course, the home of the coffin of the **** of death lived in the tomb, including the weeping mask, which was the elves born from the souls of the mourners gathered on the mourning objects.

They said they were very kind, but Wen Jiu couldn't be happy.

"Master Wen."

A slightly coquettish call came from outside the house, and the carved door panel, which was stuck to the white paper, reflected a relatively miniature figure of a maid.

"Is it the twelfth lunar month?"

"Hee hee hee, Young Master Wen pays special attention to others, and he can hear the sound after seeing it twice in a hurry."

"Because besides you, only Yuanyue and Xingyue have spoken to me."

Withdrawing the death coffin, Wen Jiu opened the door, and Lu Yue stood outside holding a pure white mattress, looking like she was going to spend the night.

"What is this for?"

"I'll serve Young Master Wen tonight."

"Hey! Stop! This, this, this..."

Looking at the incoherent Wen Jiu, Lu Yue raised a smile on her somewhat immature face.

"What is Young Master Wen thinking? There is a small room where the maid lives. I will rest in it, and Young Master will call if you need it."

"Oh…"

He let half of his body and waited for the twelfth lunar month to enter the house before Wen Jiu closed the door.

He simply made his own bed in the side room, and returned to the central hall in the middle of the lunar month, with sparkling ripples in the originally cold eyes.

"Young Master Wen, you are a perfect match for our young lady."

"No, you should understand, Dark Slayer and Evil..."

Wen Jiu generously stated the contradictions among them. Judging from the performance of the Twelve Red Ribbons so far, they have not been too far away from modern society, and their concepts are normal in all aspects.

After a few seconds of silence, the words of ~www.readwn.com~ twelfth month sounded again.

"We know, maybe Young Master Wen won't accept the marriage in a short time. I just ask you to come as often as possible, live this life, and let my young lady accompany you in this life. It's worth it."

"Hey, if Miss An doesn't go out to make trouble, I can agree."

"Hee hee hee, as expected of Young Master Wen, he is different, but..."

The conversation stopped for a while, and Lu Yue's small tongue licked her upper lip.

"In terms of marriage, we still have to work hard! Watch me use beauty to win Young Master Wen's heart!"

"Hey hey hey, what kind of paid plot is this!"

"Come on! Young Master Wen must be very greedy!"

Lu Yue just jumped on Wen Jiu's body, hanging like a koala, and suddenly a crisis arose in her heart.

The same sense of crisis exploded in Wen Jiu's heart, and the red thread conveyed the sharp murderous aura that crushed everything...