My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 255 The monkey-like laughter in the monkey

Before arriving at Sujia Manor, Yang Xian did not expect that Sujia Manor was so luxurious.

 To enter the manor, you have to rely on transportation to get to the residence.

 The residence is also equipped with an elevator to make it easier for people inside to move around.

Even if there is an elevator on the floor, moving between the floors is a hassle because the distance is too far.

The Su family entertained them for dinner, and the dining room seemed larger than the dining room.

"Your name is Yang Xian, right? You're a good young man." Mrs. Su smiled and used chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat for Yang Xian. "It's just that he's too thin. Eat more."

Mr. Su couldn't hold it in anymore. He used to like to read fantasy and immortal works such as "The List of Gods" and "Journey to the West". When his sons said that my aunt seemed to have met the reincarnation of Erlang God Yang Jian, he was particularly excited.

Now that he saw Yang Xian himself, he said directly: "Young man, are you really the reincarnation of God Erlang?"

Mrs. Su kicked Mr. Su when he spoke, but she couldn't stop him.

 When the boss talked to them before, he said that although this Yang Xian could resonate with the statue of Yang Jian in the cave, he did not want to be Erlang God and insisted on himself.

Now the old man is still asking, and he is not afraid of making people feel uncomfortable.

It’s okay if he’s not Erlang Shen, but what if he is Erlang Shen in the future and works as a deity with his little aunt in the same place because they are not satisfied with her either?

  He is the immortal senior after all!

Mrs. Su was afraid that her little aunt would really become a deity in the future and be bullied in the sky, so she thought so much.

 She looked at Yang Xian nervously, trying to read the attitude on the young man's face.

Yang Xian was not angry.

 He said coldly: "I am me and have nothing to do with Erlang Shen Yang Jian!"

Mr. Su said happily: "Hahaha, blame my old man for talking too much. Alas, my old man still has a childish heart. I liked these stories very much when I was a child. The Erlang God Yang Jian, the Monkey King, the Monkey King, the Third Prince Nezha, They are all my favorite mythical characters.”

Yang Xian: “Well, I also like Sun Wukong.”

 One sentence ignited Mr. Su's enthusiasm for speaking, and he took Yang Xian to his personal collection room to look at the collection.

There are actually many figurines of mythical characters, placed in glass cabinets that look lifelike.

Yang Xian also knows about figurines. In order to make money, he worked odd jobs in various places, including comic exhibitions.

 Hand figurines are really expensive. Most people who have a cabinet in their home can already be called a boss.

 When we arrived at Mr. Su's place, a 100-square-meter room was actually filled.

“Don’t look at me, old man, I am old, but I know all the things that young people like.” Mr. Su said proudly, “I was in charge of my little aunt’s Weibo account before, you didn’t know that, right?”

Yang Xian remained silent.

He actually saw discussions among netizens that Mianmian’s Weibo account had posted a lot of photos before. So it turned out that they were all posted by Mr. Su?

"Since you like Sun Wukong, then you can choose a Sun Wukong and go." Mr. Su was very generous, "Old man, it's rare for me to meet a young man who is willing to talk about this."

Yang Xian was embarrassed to take it, but Mr. Su said: "Young people still have to understand the mood of the elderly. You are controlled by the fox demon, which should be detrimental to my little aunt, but you are still willing to protect my little aunt when she falls." On my body. You took care of the old man’s little aunt, and the old man will repay you a little personally. It’s nothing. Just choose one.”

　　Since everything was said and done, Yang Xian chose the youngest one.

The Sun Wukong, wearing a red cloak, holding a golden hoop and pointing at the sky, declared war on the sky with an arrogant expression.

 He held Sun Wukong in his arms and followed the servant to the place where he would sleep tonight.

As soon as I arrived, I was blocked by the enthusiastic roses inside.

"Brother Yang Xian, you are back~ Ouch, look at this face. The oil paint on it during filming really ruined your beautiful face." Rose was wearing a modern red dress. Low-cut style, beautiful figure and fair complexion, especially eye-catching. Yang Xian frowned: "Don't come near me. I don't like women coming near me."

 As soon as he frowned, a chilling air appeared.



Lulu shrugged: "What do you have to be afraid of? Even if it is, you can go out and say that you have teased Erlang Shen. Isn't that good?"

With sharp eyes, Xiao Qi Ling saw a mini Sun Wukong in Yang Xian's hand and was shocked: "Why are you holding this in your hand?"

Yang Xian actually doesn’t like talking to people.

If he had the kind of personality that liked to communicate, he wouldn't have been hanging around for so many years without even having a fixed residence.

 Even if the person talking to him now is not a human being, he still feels a little annoyed when he keeps asking questions.

"Mr. Su gave it to me." Yang Xian replied, "I remember the servant said this was the room arranged for me."

“Hey, the eviction order has been issued.” Mei Mei looked at Feng Xian’er and said, “It’s better for us Feng Xian’er to be good and smile sweetly.”

Feng Xianer was too lazy to pay attention to the roses now, and floated up to Yang Xian and saluted: "Mr. Yang, I hope you can have a good sleep tonight."

 After saying that, he drifted away.

Yang Xian looked at the green and roses again.

 The big one and the small one shrugged at the same time, indicating that Yang Xian was really boring, so they drifted out of Yang Xian's room.

 Everyone had left, and Yang Xian didn't go to bed directly.

He stood on the balcony and looked at the Su family's garden, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a pomegranate tree under the moonlight that exuded a strange smell.

Under the tree, the snake demon child was spitting out his own inner elixir. It looked like he was feeding something back to the tree.

The child has collected quite a lot of monsters and ghosts?

Yang Xian put the handbag on the bedside table, lay down and closed his eyes.

 Early the next morning, he appeared at the dinner table with dark circles under his eyes.

Mianmian is particularly concerned: "Yang Xian, Yang Xian, did you not sleep well at night? The dark circles under your eyes are so serious."

Yang Xian rubbed his eyebrows, and under the concerned eyes of Xiao Naituanzi, he told the truth: "I don't know why last night, but I dreamed of Sun Wukong. He kept dragging me to drink, and all I could think about was his monkey-like anger. laughter."

Mianmian was curious: "Why did you dream of Sun Wukong?"

Lulu sat on Mianmian’s shoulder and answered Mianmian: “He took a small statue of Sun Wukong last night, and he thinks about it day and night. It’s right for Sun Wukong to laugh at him, and I want to laugh too, hahaha.”

The third eye in the middle was opened, but he still didn’t admit that he was Erlang Shen, and used a small statue of Sun Wukong as a toy.

Who wouldn’t laugh after hearing this?

Mianmian asked Lulv not to laugh, it’s okay if Yang Xian likes the statuette!

“Yang Xian likes it if he likes it. Let him sit in the car and sleep later.”

 In the end, I didn’t take the bus at all!

 Today they traveled by helicopter.

“The racecourse is a bit far away.” Su Chenjin told Mianmian, “It’s faster to fly.”

 (End of this chapter)