Fairyland, big problem

how long do you live

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

"Just stay for one night, and have to leave tomorrow."

I only stayed for one night...

Somewhat unexpectedly, the red wedding dress did not make too much entanglement, 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. If there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, it will last for a long time. As long as he can come often, there is no need to be entangled in the short-term relationship.

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

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

During the transmission of the information, Wen Jiu clearly felt that the Twelve Red Silks were more or less surprised, and what's more, the little stick that was dripping the lantern trembled slightly.

As an evil spirit, such a change in expression and movement can be seen in the shock in his heart.

"I... I'm going to clean up the house right away!"

Yuanyue took the lead to pick up Xingyue and went straight to the side room in the backyard.

Hong Ling followed quickly, and La Yue, who reacted the slowest, didn't have time to turn around, only to hear Yuan Yue from a distance say that there are not so many people needed, and that a young master with Wen must be left behind.

The petite La Yue had no choice but to take back her steps and looked at Wen Jiu eagerly.

"Young Master Wen, wait a moment."

"It's okay, it's okay...just clean it up."

It's just cleaning up the room, the twelve evil spirits are doing it, what kind of day is this.

Satisfied in the red wedding dress, she said that if Wen Jiu is willing to live in, he can...

Moreover, the Twelve Red Ribbon is a dowry, which can be exchanged for...

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

After a little hesitation, Wen Jiu raised his left hand, and there was a floating red line on the little finger.

"This...won't you untie it?"

Based on previous exchanges,

The red wedding dress knew that Wen Jiu was thinking about untying the red thread.

Entering the city with the breath of evil psionic energy will only end badly in the end.

tomorrow.

The thought of the red wedding dress came, and Wen Jiu will untie the red thread when he leaves tomorrow.

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

Evil things don't rest, but they can be rested for a long time.

What's more, the red wedding dress can use the red thread to directly convey specific information, but Wen Jiu can't do it. He can only restore some simple emotions, and he is simply listening to people's nagging.

Will not.

The red hijab shook slightly, trying to show the credibility of being a top evil spirit.

"Young Master Wen, the room is ready."

The first month floats in, and the lantern in my hand is long gone, only the white silk on my wrist is dancing with the wind.

The candlelight flickered slightly, Layue raised the white paper lantern and turned sideways.

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

Mr. Wen has a sweet dream.

After a short reply, the red wedding dress still stood outside the door, watching her sweetheart disappear around the corner.

Until Wen Jiu and La Yue could no longer be seen, the red wedding dress leaped into the hall, grabbed the pillow on the back of the chair, and punched it fiercely with an uppercut.

Ha ha ha ha!

The spring of my red bean is here! ! !

Yuan Yue outside the door hadn't left yet, she was thinking of helping the young lady clean up the tea set, when she saw this scene, she was happy and embarrassed at the same time.

"Miss…"

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

The red wedding dress officially spoke, with a bright and full tone, revealing the rich emotions of the ups and downs of the Guqin sonata, but the content of the words was hasty to cover up the behavior of the little girl before.

It's rare to see Miss so happy, and Yuan Yue is also beaming with joy.

It is very clear that human beings and evil things are absolutely opposite, 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 good to leave a thought for the lady.

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

Most importantly, he is completely unaffected by the powerful evil psionic energy.

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

Even without the slightest fluctuation of spells and spiritual energy, she can still stand calmly between the twelve red silks and the red wedding dress, her heart is like a mirror.

It's really... very suitable for our young lady.

Twelve Red Silks had their own way of communicating, and Yuan Yue's thoughts were passed on to the other sisters, who immediately received a lot of gratifying feedback.

You must keep Mr. Wen's heart!

The wing room after cleaning is spotless, and the mats and sheets that have been laid still have a slight heat from being dried just now.

It's really magic to do housework.

Boom.

Summon the Coffin of Death just launched.

"How do you feel about this room?"

Entering from the outside, the wing is a small three-story building with a courtyard, which is much more advanced than the conventional guest rooms.

At any rate, there is no strange arrangement of white paper lantern lighting in the house.

[Woo~ What a comfortable house. 】

The sound of crying floated out, but the expression of Death God's Coffin was grinning.

"Huh? Are you satisfied?"

[Yes, the atmosphere of the place where I live is very similar. 】

"Very good, can you... huh?!"

Of course, the death coffin's hometown is living in the tomb, including the weeping mask, which is an elf born from the souls of the martyrs gathered on the sacrificial objects.

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

"Young Master Wen."

A slightly savage call came from outside the house, and a relatively miniature maid figure was reflected in the carved part of the door panel pasted with white paper.

"Is it the twelfth lunar month?"

"Hehehe, Mr. Wen pays special attention to people, and he can hear the voice after only seeing him twice."

"Because apart from you, only Yuan Yue and Xing Yue have spoken to me."

Taking back the death coffin, Wen Jiu opened the door, and La Yue stood outside holding the pure white mattress, as if planning to spend the night.

"What is this for?"

"I'll serve Mr. Wen tonight."

"Hey hey! Stop it! This and this and this..."

Seeing the incoherent Wen Jiu, La Yue's immature face smiled.

"What is Mr. Wen thinking about? There is a small room where the servant girl lives. I will rest in it. If you need it, you will call out."

"oh…"

Leaving half of his body behind, Wen Jiu just closed the door after the twelfth lunar month entered the house.

She simply made her own bed in the side room, and returned to the central hall in the twelfth lunar month, with ripples in her originally cold eyes.

"Mr. Wen, you and our young lady are a perfect match."

"No, you should understand, Darkness Reavers and evil things..."

Wen Jiu openly stated the contradictions. Judging from the performance of the Twelve Red Silks so far, they are not too far away from modern society, and their concepts are normal in all aspects.

After a few seconds of silence, La Yue's words sounded again.

"We know, we know that Mr. Wen may not accept the marriage in a short time. We just ask you to come as often as possible and live this life. It is worthwhile to let my young lady accompany you through this life."

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

"Hehehe, as expected of Mr. Wen, he is different, but..."

The conversation faltered, La Yue's small tongue licked her upper lip.

"I still need to work hard on the marriage! Look at me using my beauty to capture Mr. Wen's heart!"

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

"Come on! Mr. Wen must be very hungry!"

The twelfth lunar month just pounced on Wen Jiu's body, hanging like a koala, when a crisis suddenly arose in her heart.

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