Flower Demon’s Inn

Demon is more powerful.

The spoon understood this very well. Everyone had never done this kind of imagination to pose as a mortal person, but after a night of discussion, they even got a clue. Even the money tree and Qiuju who touched the dominoes first heard the enthusiasm of them and got together past.

The day of departure to the grandmother's house is set on June 15th. The incarnation of the little grandson in the mouth of the grandmother is familiar. The demons line up outside the house. of.

In Qingsong Town, the demons waited for the day to get dark, and then cooperated with each other. After the battle was over, the spoon gave the monster heart and the monster dan to the small lantern service. As soon as the two left, she was slightly dizzy and felt the night breeze. Can blow themselves away. Asked: "Remember, although you and I are both demons, they are different after all. At most one hour will leave and return things to me, otherwise you can't stand it and indirectly eat it."

Little Lantern nodded, trying to say a lot of thanks, but couldn't say anything sensational, and finally said to her seriously, "Thank my sister."

The spoon waved his hand: "Go in, we'll wait for you outside."

When she went in, the spoon almost softened her legs, and the scholar was busy supporting her, and she said, "Would you like to lie on my back?"

Spoon shook her head: "Don't." Recently, the inn is doing well. Every day, I have more than enough money to buy meat. I have gained two full fats before she let the scholar know that she has weighed so much.

The scholar who did not know the truth was very hard hit, and the blackened villain in his head has been clamoring for him to make a fortune.

Go, how could such a pure person do this kind of thing, he is silent and okay! Want to stop, the messy villain in the mind.

The spoon lay on the door and looked intently at the door. The little lantern was like a grandson. Wait ... why is Xin Niang inside? Climbing is also here! what? What are you talking about, grandson? Is this a daughter-in-law, is this a son? !!

When did they change the script without bringing such a puppet! Nuo opera is shameful!

Having said that, the people inside are happy. Spoon was also warm when she looked at it. She thought about one thing, stared at the scholar and said, "The treasurer, if the grandmother wishes, the little lantern will die? Isn't she made by the grandmother's thoughts?"

The scholar nodded his head, "Yes."

Spoon stabbing God: "Why, then why did Xiaohua Lantern do this? She was a demon from her own thoughts, and she couldn't help not know it."

The scholar sighed, "Knowing the result of one thing, but still resolutely do it, spoon, don't you really understand?"

The spoon was silent for a long time, yeah, the inn could last for 100 years, or even 500 years, but it would disappear one day, she was not still guarding. Earlier, I felt that the small lantern was entangled with herself, but now she thinks that she is afraid that she will not be able to reach her wish before her grandmother dies. Besides, she is a powerful monster in her eyes.

She couldn't bear to look any longer, squatting in front of the door and dazed, "Treasurer, am I doing something wrong and pushing the small lantern to the dead?"

"Is the small lantern happy? She is very happy. For her, there are more important things to accomplish than to live." The scholar whispered, "You don't need to blame yourself."

The spoon didn't nod his head. When he looked back, there seemed to be no sound inside. She got up and looked inside. Everyone had eaten, but the atmosphere was stiff. When I looked at it again, I saw that the lantern, which turned into a little grandson, flickered and turned into the original appearance, holding the old lady crying sadly.

She suddenly became foggy: "What's going on?"

The book grows and looks, looking pale: "Grandma has long known that young grandchildren are fake."

Spoon looked at him: "How did she know? No, how did you know?"

"Most of the lanterns that were put on during the Lantern Festival were prayers, but the lanterns were given in memory of the deceased relatives. The grandmother waited for so many years, but suddenly chopped down the bamboo and made the lanterns by hand. The feeling of nostalgia is the mourning of the dead grandchildren. "

Spoon wanted to ask why she didn't tell herself when she knew this, and after thinking about it, she would still go to the underworld, or she would come out with a mirage, and lend her the demon heart devil. If at that time she had a mood that she already knew that her grandmother knew that her grandson was gone, but she still had to complete it, she would have been very sad. But the scholar was able to hide well, and she also lost a lot of pain, really ... stupid scholar.

Footsteps were getting closer and closer to the wooden door, and a small lantern was out. Spoon was about to talk to her, and saw that the grandmother also came over, busy pulling the scholar to flash to the side to hide.

The old man wiped off the tear marks on her little face with a sleeve, and smiled lightly: "No matter where you are from or who you are, thank you for your kindness."

Xiaohuadeng nodded with tears in his eyes: "Grandma, you must be happy, and wait for the reincarnation of the little grandson, I will tell you."

The old man was silent and shook his head slightly: "No need, no matter who it is, it cannot replace a person. Even if he is still my grandson, it is not."

The little lantern is puzzled, isn't that the same person?

The old man touched her pigtails and nodded to the scholar and spoon next to him, "I'm bothered to take care of her."

The spoon stunned, how could she see herself? Then I realized that it was wrong, and then looked at the scent that emanated from the old man, and it seemed that the grandmother had already passed away! But she was too obsessed and behaved as usual, fearing that she hadn't found out that she was no longer in this world, and she was looking forward to her little grandson who had been away from home for more than 20 years. Her dedication is not weaker than the small lantern.

She sighed and took the small lantern to her side: "Grandma, rest assured."

The people and the old man said goodbye and left, and they walked far away. The spoon looked back, and they saw that the old man was still looking in the alley. The small lantern at the door flashed faintly, and seemed to be calling back the relatives who traveled far away. But the grandchild will never know that a relative is waiting for himself.

The small lantern returned the demon heart and demon dan, but did not return to the inn. I went directly to the place where my grandmother was put into the river and wanted to continue to drift away.

Xin Niang said, "Little monster, you are so weak that you can be eaten at any time. Why don't you come back to us and stay with us?"

Climbing also said, "Yeah, and you are timid, where can you go?"

The small lantern shook his head, thanking them all the time, his face was no longer sad, and he was relieved: "I was born in the river and grew longer in the river. Although I am wavy and hard, I can see many people and many things. Grandma's thoughts have been wandering. "

Fat gourd patted her head: "Okay, a brave little girl."

The small lantern smiled, and no longer saw the tenderness of the first encounter, turned into a lamp, but it was no longer a dilapidated bamboo lamp, bright and eye-catching, and dazzling. Hold the spoon in your hand and carefully put her into the water. As the river drifted away, for a while, there was only one bright spot on the river surface until it disappeared.

The demon collectively remained silent until the spoon coughed twice and yelled at the mountains and rivers, "Alright, go home." The atmosphere was better, and they all chanted and went back.

Back at the inn, it was not dawn. The two's room was upstairs, and the scholar looked tired at the spoon and said, "I'll open the door later, you wake up and wake up again."

Spoon looked at him, seeing that he was still as usual, pretty good, and too lazy to guess his identity, anyway ... be a good person, tooth decay: "treasurer, I find you more and more reliable."

The scholar smiled, stepped up a step again, and with a sharp tip of his nose, he pulled the spoon back.

Spoon almost didn't fall, he just messed up as soon as he finished speaking, and wanted to scold him for a while, and saw that he looked dignified, swallowed, and whispered: "Stupid scholar ..."

The scholar glanced down at her, and before calming her, he saw two people looming at the entrance of the staircase, staring at him with staring eyes.

The two men looked at him suspiciously, and looked at each other again. Then they said, "We have something to ask the girl, and please don't get involved."

The scholar's lips were slightly sloppy, and he had not yet recognized him. It was estimated that when he turned into an expert, his breath was leaked by them. Spoon looked at the two of them. They were very aura. If they went up and asked for their identity, they would definitely be flattened. Then they took out the patience of the shop second child, smiling like a flower: "What are you asking?"

One person asked, "Has a T-shirt customer been here?"

After a spoonful meal, it was discovered that the two were not what they saw in the underworld that day, and she shook her head: "No."

When the words fell, I saw the man's eyes suddenly frost like frost, and the spoon that was trembling with shock was stunned. This sense of oppression has not even been with Yan Luodian of the Underworld! Who are these people! Her legs trembled, trembling and shaking in front of the scholar, her forehead straight down, her voice stiff: "This matter has nothing to do with him. Come on for me."

The man whispered: "When the breath appears in the town, you are there. When the breath appears in the underworld, you are again. The breath appears in the inn, you are still there. But you said that you have never seen a T-shirt customer. Dare to deceive us! Tell the truth quickly! "

This time, the spoons confirmed that they were talking about superiors, but where are they so lazy and proud as they say, they are obviously good people. She wanted to tell something about the Supreme Master, but she was afraid that in case she was really the one they were looking for, she would look so fierce, and what would you do to trouble him? She shook again, shaking her head firmly: "I don't know."

The chill was even more exasperated on both of them, and the frightened spoon thought he was going to die with the inn. Suddenly stunned like an arrow, stabbed down towards her, green as ghostly, and charmed as a ghost, but it turned out to be a very beautiful move. For a moment, spoon almost wanted to die in this wonderful state, the idea just rose, and there was a breeze beside him If spring flowers bloom, the realm of that weaving will be easily opened. When you woke up leisurely, the spoon was already in a warm heart.

She opened her eyes slightly, thinking she was a scholar, but her holding hand was an expert.

The Supreme Master is so amazing that he saved her in danger every time.

The spoon was so emotional, I thought for the last time, right! She had been leading the scholars just now so that he would not be caught flying, how could she become an expert! She stared in amazement, and at this glance she felt that they looked exactly the same.

The scholar's eyes were soft and soft: "With me, no one can hurt you." At last, he looked up at the person with the pestle at the entrance of the stairs, and immediately looked lazy, spitting words, "squat."

The spoon was almost soft in his arms, boss! They are masters! Master! Are you really so arrogant? Will be hunted down eighteen streets!

She trembled and looked, who thought that the two arrogant and arrogant people ... really squatted!

The corner of the mouth of the spoon was pulled, and he looked straight at the thin scholar: "Stupid student, who are you?"