He Has To Be Human, Right? !

If you were given a chance to meet your first love boyfriend, what would you say to him?

Is it thank you, or... sorry?

"Zhou Zhirui, I'm sorry!"

Ye Ying clasped her hands together, knelt down on the futon with a plop, and prayed sincerely: "Pray to the mountain god, use my ex-boyfriend's life-blessing for the rest of my life, and exchange my husband for peace and safety!"

Huang Xize: "..."

Can you please stop tying my safety to your ex-boyfriend's next three ways: "I don't feel like a person right now."

"You're not human anyway."

Ye Ying closed her eyes and worshiped reverently, then got up, and looked at the **** in front of her sincerely: "I'm counting on you, Ah Shan."

Huang Xize frowned: "The mountain **** is gone, why do you still worship him?"

Or go to the scenic spot outside the mountain boundary, the ruins of the Wuxian Temple to worship.

Even if he has a lot of opinions on the mountain god, he has to say that the statue of the mountain **** standing here is hideously ugly.

"Well, I did it for a reason."

Ye Ying stretched out a finger: "First, you are a creature of the mountain after all, so it is most appropriate to worship the mountain **** for blessing."

"Second," Ye Ying said with a serious expression, "Before the war, worshiping the mountain temple has miraculous effects. Don't you know?"

Huang Xize raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "I really don't know about this. Is there any allusion?"

Ye Ying smiled and put her hands on her hips: "You don't have much culture at first glance. Have you read Water Margin?"

Huang Xize looked at her with a frown, with an inexplicable sense of foreboding in his heart.

Sure enough, Ye Ying was like a treasure: "The most classic chapter in it, "Sun Erniang Fengxue Mountain Temple", you don't know it!"

Huang Xize: "..."

Huang Xize looked at her speechlessly: "Then I really haven't watched it. Isn't that "The Temple of Lin Jiaotou Fengxue Mountain"?!"

"Eh? Is that so?" Ye Ying's complacent expression froze on her face, and then she waved her hand: "Ham, it's not important!"

It doesn't matter what a ghost, Huang Xize looked at her numbly. How do you feel that you have switched from martial arts movies to eighteen bans? !

Ye Ying looked at the merit box and waved: "Give me the money."

Huang Xize touched his pocket, not really wanting to give it: "I didn't bring any cash."

The Taoist next to him coughed and pointed to the QR code.

Ye Ying & Huang Xize: "..."

The current merit box is really advancing with the times.

The two walked out of the ruins of the Five Immortals Temple. Ye Ying looked back at the grass on the roof and clicked her tongue: "I thought there was no one there last time I came here. Why don't you repair it?"

"Probably so authentic." Huang Xize replied leisurely.

Here... Although it is the Temple of the Five Immortals back then, it is not the Temple of the Five Immortals back then.

In fact, just like Ye Ying's impression when she saw it for the first time, it was just an empty shell.

Huang Xize paused for a moment, then laughed at his own thoughts.

After the death of the mountain god, in fact, the one inside the mountain boundary is also an empty shell, and there is not much difference between the two.

Ye Ying stretched her waist: "There are still three days left. Hurry up and deal with this bad ghost, rescue your little love and my good sister safely, and then free up your hands to take this old Dengxi Yuan Zhen away."

As soon as she thought of the fact that she was almost killed by Yuan Zhen, her face became gloomy: "I'm going to hang up this old coffin and beat it... Forget it, let's just hand it over to Yan Feng."

After all, she is a fan of Teacher Luo Xiang, so forget about the illegal things.

Thinking of Yan Feng, she slapped her forehead: "Oh! It's bad, I still have Yan Feng's handkerchief, and I've been forgetting to give it to him."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt that something was wrong, because Huang Xize's more sinister eyes had already glanced over.

"Great Immortals can be down to earth, but they can't be down to earth." Ye Ying swallowed, first she smiled apologetically, but then straightened her body when she thought of Huang Yu's existence.

She raised her chin arrogantly and looked at Huang Xize through her nostrils: "What's the matter, allow you to take in your little sister, but don't allow me to find Giegie?"

Huang Xize gritted his teeth when he saw her messing around, "Where's the little sister, based on your birthday, you are almost two hundred years younger than Huang Yu."

I thought she would be happier knowing that she was younger, but Ye Ying turned around to look at him with shock written all over her face: "You mean, the concubine sister is actually me?"

Huang Xize: "..."

Destroy it, tired.

He sighed, turned around and walked out while telling: "I'll drive here. You stay here, don't move around."

Ye Ying: "...Get out of here, and I'll blow your dog's head off if I take advantage of it."

After all, the Wuxian Temple site is not a famous scenic spot, and it has not been properly repaired, so it is a decadent scene. The two of them didn't see anyone on the way, and when they went in to worship the mountain god, there was only one Taoist priest who looked like he was playing around.

So she never expected that there would be a fortune-telling stall outside.

And the fortune teller in this stall, finally saw a client, inevitably excited. But he set himself up as an outsider, and he only coughed slightly to attract Ye Ying's attention.

But Ye Ying didn't pay attention to him at all, she just stood there boredly waiting for Huang Xize.

The fortune teller first coughed twice, but found that Ye Ying ignored him, and then continued to cough.

As a result, his lungs were almost coughing out, and Ye Ying stood like a deaf person, just not looking this way.

In the end, the old man surrendered first: "The girl over there."

It took Ye Ying a while to realize that she was calling herself, and she looked at the fortune teller curiously: "Call me?"

The fortune teller is speechless, is there anyone else besides you within a radius of ten meters?

Ye Ying walked to his humble stall, inexplicably wanting to cry.

That's it, it's even more tidy than the booth that Zuo Huai had set up when he pitted her.

Back then, a trace of emotion flashed across her face, she sat on the ponytail opposite the fortune teller, and asked, "Master, do you want to tell my fortune?"

After a pause, she said, "Do you want to say that I am destined to be rich and powerful in the future, and it happens that you have a young and talented nephew who you want to introduce to me?"

fortune teller:"…"

What a sweet dream, where can I get you a young talent?

He forcibly suppressed the urge to roll his eyes, and twirled his long, fairy-like beard that he was proud of, with the chicness of an outsider: "No, I'm really worried."

"Um?"

Ye Ying raised her eyebrows.

The fortune teller looked at her, took a look, and sighed. Take a look, and sigh again.

Ye Ying: "..."

This old man has already written "Quickly ask me, quickly ask me" on his face.

She clicked her tongue in her heart, and in the end, she still upheld the principle of respecting the old and caring for the young, and said, "Master, why are you worried?"

The fortune teller looked at her face carefully and asked, "Are you married?"

Ye Ying pretended to be surprised: "Yes, yes! It's amazing, how do you know?"

- What a ghost, just now she talked to Huang Xize, as long as her ears are not back, she can hear it, okay?

The fortune teller was proud of himself, his face was not obvious, and he was serious: "I'm not saying I'm worried about you, I'm worried..."

He deliberately paused, and pondered for a few seconds with his beard trembling: "...your lover."

Ye Ying frowned, with a look of urgency: "Oh?"

This oh, was plump and rounded by her, as if swallowing an egg: "How do you say that?"

The fortune teller rolled his eyes and pinched his fingers for a long time, and finally looked at her with a solemn expression: "Your lover, you were originally destined to be rich and powerful, but now... oh."

He looked at Ye Ying's exaggerated expression, and decided on the next dose of ruthless medicine: "Within three days, there will be bloodshed!"

Ye Ying covered her mouth and exclaimed: "This - so scary?!"

Her exclamation was so high-pitched that if she didn't listen carefully, she thought it was the air defense siren. The fortune teller also saw that she was teasing him at this moment, a vein popped up on his forehead, and he shook his beard to teach him a lesson: "Young man, I'm not joking with you! Disrespect ghosts and gods, be careful and end badly!"

Ye Ying still smiled gently, courteously and frugally. She stared at the fortune teller and raised her hands: "Master, have you seen this?"

The fortune teller looked at her suspiciously: "Do you want me to show you palm reading?"

Ye Ying's smile remained unchanged, and she clapped her hands on the table in front of the fortune teller!

With a loud noise, the table was split into two pieces.

Ye Ying curled up and Tingting stood up, with her hands in her sleeves, condescendingly looking down at the fortune teller: "Master, you don't know, the ancients said, did you kill the prophet first?"

The fortune teller was dumbfounded, watching Ye Ying lose his words.

At this time, the sound of a car came from behind, and Huang Xize drove over.

Ye Ying smiled at the fortune teller, turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, his leg suddenly fell.

Ye Ying's footsteps were forced to stop, and she almost fell down under the action of inertia.

She immediately stabilized her figure, her face was grim, and she looked down to see the fortune teller hugging her calf, wailing: "My table, my red sandalwood, huanghuali and sour branch tea table! Let you say hello!" It’s smashed! You pay for it!”

Ye Ying: ...So what kind of wood is your table made of? ! Where's the puzzle?

Huang Xize had already walked in front of him, frowning: "What's wrong?"

"The protagonist's life can cause trouble wherever he goes." Ye Ying laughed angrily, "I smashed his desk when he talked nonsense."

Huang Xize: "...you are almost like a bully now."

Ye Ying hummed angrily. It's not because his mouth is too bad, he cursed people with blood and light when he came up!

Three days later, Huang Xize will go to seal the mansion. As a result, this old man has a crow's mouth when he comes up, can she be in a good mood?

But it's really not like this now.

She waved her hand impatiently: "What table? How much? I'll pay you."

The fortune-teller raised his head, his old eyes filled with tears: "It's passed down from the ancestors, give it 180,000 and you're done."

Ye Ying: "..."

She should go to Mouyin to be an inspirational mentor now, and make a short video of "Three sentences made a man spend 180,000 yuan for me".

On the contrary, Huang Xize looked at the old man with a frown, and suddenly said, "Hui San?"

The fortune teller's old face froze all of a sudden, and after a while he asked cautiously, "... Sixth Lord?"

Ye Ying: ...Good guy, is it from Xianjia? ! Did Pingci touch her?

She thought about the gray fairies she knew - Qiao Er, Hui Si.

The surname "Joe" is different from Hui Hui's. It is the surname Qiao Er gave himself when he integrated into human society. In fact, according to Huixian, he should be called Huier.

Then this Hui San, could it be his brother?

Sure enough, Huang Xize sighed: "This is Qiao Er's younger brother."

Ye Ying: "..."

The second child is a money fanatic, the fourth child is a vicious gangster, and the third child is a charlatan.

What kind of gene is this that made you crouching dragons and phoenixes? ? ?