Nuwa Growth Diary

The next day, when he arrived at the third store to be rented by Ao Qian, Yang Yan understood why Ao Qian would say that Feng Shui here is not good.

Although Feng Xiaoxiao and the others felt uncomfortable instinctively here, Yang Yan, who had a sky-wide eye, could see more than they could.

As soon as he reached his destination, Yang Yan stopped the car and looked out the window for three minutes with a speechless expression. He didn't open the door for a long time and got out of the car. No matter who sees a copper bell outside his car, a bumpy head, and a mouthful of blood The evil spirit showing two sharp fangs leaned over the window to look at himself, and he would have reacted like Yang Yan.

Not only it, there are also many little ghosts and spirits that are constantly shuttled back and forth on this whole street, their faces are green or red, and the strange shapes of the water are like mountain spirits, or they are carrying something in their hands, or holding them. Wandering in the street with a small book of account books, sometimes passing through the bodies of some people. The ordinary people on the street completely ignore the appearance of these little ghosts, as if they can't see anything...

With so many rare and exotic animals, it would be really strange if Ao Qian didn't notice the abnormality.

The evil spirit first met Yang Yan's gaze, then was stunned, and then he hesitantly swept his gaze to Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian in the back seat... The two were rubbing their hands with goosebumps together, inexplicably feeling the weird atmosphere around them. .

The evil spirit grinned and opened her mouth as if she was about to say something. Then a woman in modern clothes walked up and kicked the evil spirit and cursed: "What are you stole? Go move things!"

The evil spirit who is more than two meters tall is like being bitten by a mosquito after being kicked by a little woman. He chuckles inconsiderately, and points to the rear seat window and turns his head to make a rough voice: "I was here yesterday. That man." Pointing to Yang Yan in the driver's seat again: "This man seems to be better than that man."

The woman also leaned close to the car window and stared at Yang Yan, who was increasingly speechless and expressionless, for three minutes, then straightened up and patted her chest to wipe off a cold sweat: "Tmd evil, this kid seems to see the old lady."

"..." Yang Yan was depressed, just these wicked things still have the face to abandon others' wicked ones? !

Feng Xiaoxiao has been aware of the origin of Ao Qian's "poor feng shui" statement from before. Such a place really feels uncomfortable to him, but it is impossible to say where the discomfort is. The sun was shining and the spring was bright and beautiful... I rubbed my arms for a while, and noticed that Yang Yan was still sitting in the driver's seat as steady as Mount Tai. Feng Xiaoxiao couldn't help but said, "Second brother, can't we go down yet?!"

"..." Yang Yan calmly looked at the woman outside the car window who had begun to trim her hair through her rearview mirror: "Well, get off now." Wait until the person finishes the photo, otherwise the car door will hit the dirty things. .

It is estimated that Yang Yan's car was parked here for too long. After a few more minutes, a **** who had been squatting on a street corner wandered over, with a cigarette **** in his mouth, and a t-shirt with rotten jeans with holes in his knees. He was dry and thin. Drug-like. A colorful hairspray...

"Boy, the car can't stop here, don't think your BMW is better." The **** came over and raised an arm on the roof. Bend down and knocked on the car window.

The woman who was looking at the rearview mirror had straightened up when she saw the gangster coming over. Yang Yan looked at it now, the little gangster's head was just resting on the woman's abdomen, as if she was playing a gangster in the street. modeling.

The woman frowned, as if she was familiar with the gangster, subconsciously raised her hand to take a look at the back of the gangster, then let it go after thinking about it, hummed and left.

The gangster didn't look at each other from beginning to end. I didn't know that there was someone standing beside me just now... Yang Yan calmly rolled down the window: "Excuse me, I'm looking for a parking space."

The gangster sneered, and pointed to a place less than ten meters in front of the front of the car: "There is an open space over there. Your eyes are not good?!"

"..." Yang Yan silently looked at the little ghosts playing poker in a circle in the "vacation".

Fortunately, the other party found that the gangsters pointed here and hurriedly packed the poker and moved to the sidewalk to continue playing. Yang Yan just started the car and drove over.

Then get out and lock the door to pay the parking fee. Throwing an extra one hundred yuan bill as a tip, Yang Yan casually scanned the ghosts on the street and asked: "Your street...it's quite unique."

Can it be unique? He traveled all over the city, and he had never found such a Yin-Yang Street here before, half-human, half-ghost, half-yin and half-yang, sharing four o'clock, sharing the sun and the moon... Not to mention, the ghosts are very accustomed to getting along with ordinary people.

After hearing these words, the young gangster got into trouble. He immediately understood that the other party was looking for a local snake to introduce him: "The kid has a good vision. We are known to have good public security. There are fewer people walking here even losing their wallets... What is it?"

"Look at the storefront." After thinking about it, Yang Yan turned his head to greet Feng Xiaoxiao: "Where are your eye drops?"

"Eye drops?" Feng Xiaoxiao was stunned for a few seconds, looked for a while in the bag, and took out the unused bottle of bull's tears that Li Chang had given himself before: "Aren't you talking about this?" Damn, this again. What kind of evil stuff came out? !

"Yeah!" Yang Yan looked at Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian: "Come on, give Ao Qian a little too."

Feng Xiaoxiao whispered a few times, and pulled Ao Qian to one side, tossing bull's eyes and wiped his eyelids. The bully continued to accompany Yang Yan to speak: "It’s good to see the storefront. There are more people opening the store, and the economy here is more prosperous. What kind of store do you want to open? My boss is familiar with this place and can help you. After a while, in case someone who doesn't have long eyes makes trouble for you, report our boss's name to cover you all right."

In the time of speaking, Feng Xiaoxiao and Ao Qian had wiped away the tears of the bull's eyes, and then looked up to see the chaos in the street suddenly speechless.

Ao Qian held back for a long time before finally squeezing out: "...I don't think it will work here. I should choose from the first two."

This is a place where people live. If you need to change the boundary and the background, it will be a ghost city of Fengdu.

The little gangster was talking black-skinned, and introduced the street in a proud and proud manner. When he heard Ao Qian's words, he was immediately unhappy: "What do you mean, what is wrong with us here?! "

"..." Ao Qian smiled strongly, entangled to see a group of little ghosts leaning on their shoulders, laughing, and joking passing by behind the gangsters, turning their heads and pointing at them... just too eye-catching and didn't want to rent— —I saw everything that should be seen or not...

Feng Xiaoxiao looked around, and sighed: "It has always been like this here?!"

This obviously refers to the ghosts strolling on the street. The unknowing guide punks thought they were talking to themselves, and shook his head proudly boasting: "Where can it be? Originally, this street is called a mess. The little miscellaneous cubs who allocated money for protection, and even fights and fights, make people panic. Many stores can't do it because of this, and they are renting everywhere..."

Feng Xiaoxiao watched a little **** scolding him as a bastard, and felt all kinds of speechless entanglements in his heart.

"Oh, of course, it's been better since my boss came here." The little gangster showed up with a red face: "Speaking of which you outsiders don't know, my boss is called a bull, he was..."

"Ahem!" Feng Xiaoxiao finally couldn't help coughing and interrupted the endless talk: "Your boss has nothing to do with us, I mainly want to know... Forget it, I don't know if you ask." I am not. Are you silly? How could the origin of the elves and ghosts be known to such a small gangster? You have to ask other "people" about this to be reliable.

Dismissed the little bastard, Feng Xiaoxiao looked around, just in time to see a kid passing by with his head down holding a notebook, and he took a quick step to stop him: "Wait, let me ask something."

The kid didn't look up and looked at Xiaoben muttering, as if he hadn't seen Feng Xiaoxiao, he ran into him directly, and then he was staggered with a "bang".

"Huh?!" The little devil looked up blankly, sitting on the ground with a surprised look: "I hit it?!"

It's impossible. Ordinary people and they meet directly through the body. The ghosts and elves that act here are intangible. How can they collide with people? !

"..." Feng Xiaoxiao was speechless: "... I just said wait, I want to ask something."

"Yeah!" Finding that Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes were focused directly on him, the little ghost was even more shocked, jumping up from the ground and screaming: "Can you see me...we?!" I looked around and found out The few companions came around curiously, while the woman in front of him frowned dissatisfied with the onlookers' posture. The kid finally came to a seemingly impossible conclusion ~www.readwn.com~ can see it. "Feng Xiaoxiao felt very awkward. Although she was talking to this little devil, a bunch of...creatures stood in front of her. But ordinary people can't see it. In the eyes of ordinary people, she is now inexplicably rushing to the street. Silly b talking to himself in front of a cloud of air...

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Feng Xiaoxiao coughed, don't turn his head and lower his voice to cover up: "I want to ask something, who is convenient for you to come with me?"

The ghosts became curious and enthusiastically raised their hands to sign up. Finally, they decided to come together. All the ghosts followed Feng Xiaoxiao and turned into an unremarkable dark alley.

Finally avoiding the eyes of ordinary people outside, Feng Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, it should be possible here. And that kid, don't pull my clothes."

At first the kid was curious to pull Feng Xiaoxiao's clothes, wondering that he could touch the Yangjian entity because of Mao. After hearing Feng Xiaoxiao's voice, he smiled embarrassedly and touched his head a little embarrassingly: "Hehe, I won't touch it. That's it. What, why can you see us?!"

"..." Feng Xiaoxiao looked at the sky and looked away for a while: "I'll talk about this later, I am curious what is going on in your street?!"