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Chapter 581 Zhao Shicheng Who Wants to Protect ([-])

(Eighteen)
"I dont go……"

Shengge hugged the century-old tree by the roadside, squatted on the ground, and howled.

It is not advisable to go out in the middle of the night, as it is easy to bump into ghosts.

If the luck is even worse, what you encounter is not as simple as a ghost.

A thousand-year-old zombie, the kind that tantalizes people.

"Ah Cheng, it's been a long night, and I have to find some interesting things to live up to this good time."

Wang Jiulang held Shengge's wrist through his sleeve, gentle and reserved.

long night...

Need to find something fun?
emmm, Shengge couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

If it weren't for the ghastly scene, Shengge might still have thought of the scene of a golden boy and a jade girl in the Spring Festival night worth a thousand dollars.

"Ha ha……"

Shengge hooked the corner of his mouth stiffly.

Under Wang Jiulang's dead skin and face, Shengge had no choice but to follow him on the so-called journey of living up to the good times.

Really, don't expect too much from a thousand-year-old zombie.

Well, going to hell in the middle of the night and going to see the grave, what a unique taste.

Sheng Ge said, wouldn't it be good to let her quietly be a little fairy who doesn't stain the dust?

"So, in the middle of the night, you just took my young master to see the tomb where you sleep forever?"

shit...

What a taste.

As soon as the word "Fuck" came out, a little person appeared in Shengge's mind, holding green grass in his hand, fluttering in the wind.

Look, the grass is so green.

"This is where I've been the longest..."

Wang Jiulang was not in a hurry to take Shengge into the tomb, but went around the hill.

Walking under the moon, with the breeze blowing your sleeves and the fragrance of grass, is the most pleasant and romantic thing.

But in Shengge's eyes, this breeze is more like a demon wind, and the light that flickers on and off is like a will-o'-the-wisp, gloomy.

emmmmm, this little fairy would rather toss and turn in bed and not be able to fall asleep, than to visit the cemetery in the middle of the night with a thousand-year-old zombie.

However, after walking around, Shengge could see some tricks.

Don't ask her where she learned Feng Shui knowledge, she lost her memory.

Wang Jiulang was able to come back from the dead, to a certain extent, I am afraid that he would have benefited from this treasured land of geomantic omen.

The time and place are right, if some precious and rare funeral objects of heaven, material and earth treasures are added, it will be a rare opportunity.

This is an outlier among zombies, and his future is limitless.

Perhaps this is also a kind of immortality, immortality.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

As the dark wind blew, Sheng Ge shivered suddenly, and subconsciously gathered his sleeve robe.

As soon as the sneezing sound fell, Sheng Ge felt her shoulders sinking, and a cold robe wrapped her around her, blocking the bitter wind and cold air.

amount……

Something out of nothing?
Do all zombies have supernatural powers now?
The robe on Wang Jiulang's body has not changed, apparently the one on her shoulders just came out of nowhere.

However, is this scene somewhat familiar?

A scene flashed in Shengge's mind, the deep and quiet bamboo forest, the centuries-old bluestone slabs, the low-key carriage without losing its connotation, the slender and beautiful son, the noble son of Zhilan Yushu...

Shengge frowned, and subconsciously rubbed her temples.

Is it possible that there is really such a thing as past life and present life?
The image of Zhilanyushu in the picture that flashed in my mind just now, the noble son who is as gentle as jade, really looks like Wang Jiulang.

In the picture, Wang Jiulang has bright and gentle eyes and brows, and even the smile at the corner of his mouth is warm.

Well, some people are not only beautiful from childhood to old...

Another possibility is that some people are beautiful from life to death...

Is this because of the legendary enemies who make troubles and beauties left behind for thousands of years?

(つ)つ*: Do you raise grass?

This little fairy is really a little clever ghost.

"Big brother, can we go in..."

Shengge deeply felt that his brain was broken...

How can any normal person insist on entering a thousand-year-old tomb?

The moment she stepped into the tomb, Shengge began to uncontrollably observe the mechanism of the tomb, where is the main tomb, and where the treasure is most likely to be hidden.

In this situation, no matter how you look at it, she is a veteran of tomb robbers.

shit...

Isn't this little fairy's old career too much?

As if to verify his conjecture, Shengge no longer followed Wang Jiulang step by step, but walked over step by step according to his conjecture and judgment, perfectly avoiding all the traps and traps, and successfully entered the main tomb.

Shengge: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Is this little fairy so good?
Sure enough, this little fairy is not only beautiful, but also capable.

There is no one else in the world who is as beautiful and capable as her.

Shengge's daily narcissism...

Thinking about it this way, Shengge suddenly felt that it was not incomprehensible for Wang Jiulang to pester her like a dog's skin plaster.

Ugh……

I really envy Wang Jiulang for meeting such an outstanding woman.

(°°)

Seeing Shengge walking on the ground like walking on the ground, Wang Jiulang has forgotten what it feels like to be surprised.

This is actually Wei Jie's own tomb...

He hadn't set foot here for many years, even if he left by himself now, he might not be as easy as Wei Jie.

In the main tomb, the murals are exquisite, the inner and outer coffins are mysterious, and there are all kinds of funerary objects. It looks like a treasure.

Shengge pouted, the hundreds of tomb robbers must have been blind, no one patronizes such a magnificent tomb...

Bad reviews, bad reviews.

It seems that something has happened here, and she has to take in some disciples to promote the craft of tomb robbery.

When it comes to craft, she thinks she seems to be decathlon.

Like unlocking...

No matter how complicated and mysterious the design is, she can easily open it.

The little fairy is awesome.

"Can these be taken away?"

Sheng Ge Xing Xing stared at the room full of gold, silver and jewelry, and if he took out any piece of jewelry, it would attract countless people to scramble for it.

After all, the era that Wang Jiulang lived in was the most prosperous time for the Langya Wang Clan.

The king and the horse share the world, not just talk.

Hahaha, this little fairy is about to get rich.

For the rest of her life, she will be the one who is beautiful in the prosperous age, she is the one who gets rich, and she will be the one who hugs the beautiful young ladies on the left and right.

Hi, I feel like my life has reached its peak.

"It's all yours..."

The appearance of a money fan in Shengge pleased Wang Jiulang.

With hundreds of years of scruples in the world, he is particularly greedy for this fresh and rich warmth.

Gold and silver treasures, as long as Wei Jie likes them.

"Besides here, I have some private collections..."

As a zombie who is not afraid of the sun, moves freely, is no different from a human being and still has a complete memory, it is easy to collect some property.

Wang Jiulang, alive is enviable and enviable, and he will not fall into the fame of the past even if he becomes an immortal zombie.

"and also……"

"and also……"

Shengge sat on the pile of jewels, looking at Wang Jiulang suspiciously.

This guy, in fact, belongs to the dragon. This money-making skill is simply full and can't be more full.

People are more mad than people.

　For the rest of my life, I will be rich and cute.

　　I am a cute little fairy.

　　You can use all kinds of tickets to support this little fairy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)