Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 619 Rose Festival 48
"Don't you have a little black cat? I'll give you that bottle and you'll give it to the King of Ghosts as a pup. It's my kindness."

He Xiaoman shushed him: "You claim to be a bonded laborer who does everything for money, would you be so kind?"

"How do you talk, little girl, what kind of person am I, Master Che?"

He Xiaoman nodded honestly and said, "You are this kind of person", but unexpectedly, his movement was slammed, and his head hit the coffin board with a "bang", it hurt so much!

No wonder Mr. Niu always likes to lift the coffin boards, this crap is too affecting to cheat corpses.

Although the size of the black coffin is a bit larger than ordinary coffins, after all, it is for the dead to sleep, not for the living. The space inside is very cramped, and two people can only lie sideways. If you want to turn over, you must first lift the coffin board .

Anyway, they have already shared the same bed, He Xiaoman has a carefree personality, and Feng Che has no other distractions, even though they pretended to pursue him for a few days before, the two of them are not embarrassed at all.

The fact that the coffin couldn't be opened wasn't because of any traps, but because there was something like corpse gas locked inside that the rotten rot had lived for a long time. The Fu family copied everything, and he put all the ghost energy into the small bottle.

"Don't underestimate this thing, you have been following the rot for so many years, if the ghost king guy had two bottles of this thing before he crossed the catastrophe, he might become the king of your world."

"And then?" Shatter the void and become a generation of gods who entered the Tao with ghosts?

"Then his universe will send someone to destroy him."

"Pfft!" He Xiaoman almost choked on his own saliva.

Then his universe is too ruthless, shameless and unreasonable, right?
It is you who allow others to practice, you are the ones who prevent them from succeeding, and it is you who are lucky enough to succeed without reason!

"How can there be so much reasoning? For his universe, maintaining the stability of every joint world is the most important thing. All species that can destroy the world with a single combat power are forbidden to exist. The emperor talks about balance and balance, and his universe It also makes sense."

"Hehe." He Xiaoman rolled his eyes: "To put it bluntly, it's just a sentence. His universe does not allow anyone to evolve in violation of the rules, let alone any existence that can provoke Tianwei."

"Crazy Qiu told you?" Feng Che asked.

"No, Lan Beer told me."

To fawn on those who are useful above, trample to death those below who threaten you, and intrigue those who are on the same level as you, the workplace is like a battlefield, and the workplace is like an officialdom.

He Xiaoman's big face was close at hand, and Feng Che seemed to feel that she was suddenly depressed, so he comforted her: "Don't think too much, at most, Master Che will give the kid a house deed in the future, can he pass the homeowner's assessment? It's up to him."

"Really? Then don't forget!" He Xiaoman's depression was swept away.

"I definitely can't forget it, otherwise why would I..." Feng Che kept silent.

But He Xiaoman had already figured it out in an instant: "I see, you are plotting against Xiao Hei, aren't you? Let me tell you why you gave Xiao Hei some snacks for no reason. You really have nothing to do to be courteous. It's either adultery or robbery."

Feng Che was a bit embarrassing, but fortunately, this person is shameless, and in an instant he adjusted his posture and said righteously: "Stealing, how can you call the matter between the owners of the house a thief! Reciprocity, eat it!" After eating Master Che's and drinking Master Che's, helping out in the future is a normal exchange between the house owners, let's sprinkle water!"

It was a quiet night.

The black under the light is really suitable for many places.

He Xiaoman slept in the coffin, unexpectedly the rancid smell has faded a lot.

Don't be ashamed to ask Feng Che's children's shoes, the answer is because it is gloomy wood.

"The emperors of the Ming and Qing dynasties in the festival world like you are especially fond of this thing. Even the most famous Empress Dowager Cixi wanted to make a pair, but in the end they only got golden silk nanmu. According to Master Che, how high-end it is. A coffin is worse than life."

"However, one of the most practical advantages of this thing is that it removes peculiar smell and antisepsis, and it will produce a kind of fragrance after a long time, so it is said that the dark wood avoids evil spirits and eliminates evil spirits. I also clean up those corpses. Naturally, you don't think It stinks."

Feng Che silently added in his heart: "By the way, there is no such disgusting effect, and I can finally sleep peacefully."

Who would have thought that the happiest night in this dungeon would start with a coffin.

The two woke up on time before dawn, although the little NPC sister meant that there were eight rots living in Bajiazi, and He Xiaoman and the others had already killed the rots in this room, so you can take a risk and try to stay in it all the time stay home.

But on the sixth day, there are two games to be played, and I am worried that if the other seven suddenly notice something and come to visit, then the coffin of the two of them probably really deserves its name and has been used to its full potential.

But He Xiaoman agrees with Feng Che's words, no matter how good a coffin is, it's better to be alive.

So after the end of Feng Che's weakening period, the two of them rushed out without even eating breakfast, and He Xiaoman wrapped in the mist and made a detour to the Rose Street.

He Xiaoman glanced at the Rose Hotel from a distance.

It can no longer be called a hotel. In many rooms, a huge rose queen can be vaguely seen blooming in the wind. Even the glass in many rooms is broken, and many branches protrude from it, spreading around like climbing roses.

The whole hotel is full of vitality from a distance, but when he thinks of those transparent silk threads like lettuce, He Xiaoman feels that the current Rose Hotel is frightened every step of the way.

The door of the hotel was open, and almost no one came out of it.

In such a lively hotel, there was a sense of despair and death.

After being baptized in the gloomy wooden coffin yesterday, He Xiaoman became more and more uncomfortable with the fragrant and rotten smell in the air here.

Two people are wandering in the street.

Find a game that suits them and play it.

Although He Xiaoman always felt that he was being targeted by the entire game system because he had not yet accepted the Rose Queen, but under the pick and choose of the old fox Feng Che, they still successfully closed the pit and were not rewarded with the Rose Queen.

The time slowly came to noon.

Feng Che took He Xiaoman to that homestay again.

The little NPC girl is still as cold as ever, still picking those roses that are about to wither.

Suddenly He Xiaoman's pupils shrank.

The little girl's two hands and ten fingers were bare without a trace of flesh and blood, very much like Eunuch Cao whose flesh and blood had been removed in "New Dragon Inn".

Her fingers were still bleeding, and she was still toiling, going about her day-to-day life.

He Xiaoman felt pain in his heart, and wanted to talk to her but was stopped by Feng Che. He shook his head slightly, and then the two of them went back to the room and continued to eat noodles.

"We can't help her. This is my punishment for talking too much and begging for dinner with us yesterday."

After a while, the door was knocked again, and the little girl repeated what she said yesterday: "Can you give me a bowl of noodles?"

He Xiaoman's eyes were moist for a while, and she nodded vigorously.

(End of this chapter)