This witch, please stay

Chapter 89
Obviously it was a great achievement, but instead of fighting for it, the two coachmen seemed to shirk each other.

Xun Ming, who followed the short bamboo pole all the way, naturally guessed the thoughts of the coachman whose eyes were all staring at the sky.

It's not that the credit is not attractive, it's true that the short bamboo pole, which was originally a shabby look, is now covered with several layers of lead white and vermilion on the face, it can really scare ghosts to death at night!

In the end, the two coachmen made a quiet fist, and decided on a hapless guy to drive the scary thing.

Of course, Xun Ming acted like a bystander, saying nothing and doing nothing, but obediently followed the dwarf bamboo pole into the carriage, and then waited quietly.

The only variable is that when they get into the carriage, the two of them sit face to face.

So Xun Ming, a great monk in the cave, was a little motion sick for the first time.

It seemed that because the road was not on the main road, the carriage bumped continuously.

At first, the bumps were considered slight, and the road surface was generally flat, but after a violent ups and downs, the carriage tilted up, as if it had begun to climb.

After entering the uphill, the road surface quickly became uneven, and the interior of the carriage was really rudimentary, even a decent cushion could not be seen, only the hard board sit down.

The mountain road was bumpy, and Xun Ming was fine as a monk, but the short bamboo pole was not so comfortable. He covered his head with one hand, as if he was afraid that the contents inside would be shaken, and at the same time he raised his buttocks from time to time, slightly Rub the two petals of white meat that are numb from the shock.

Xun Ming, who had a very thin layer of spiritual power flowing all over his body, sat steadily in the carriage, and made some shaking movements in response to the bumps of the carriage from time to time. Notice the twisted grimace across the way.

Xun Ming looked at the front of his chest, and there was an ink bead the size of a lychee in it. He pondered for a while, but finally he didn't choose to put it in his storage ring.

Because ordinary square-inch objects cannot store living things.

And that pitch-black bead was made by that little loach.

The little loach, who had been nestling on top of Xun Ming's head in the winding alley and hadn't said a word for a long time, suddenly reacted.

She patted Xun Ming's forehead, and then a small fish fin handed over a small piece of paper, on which a few small words like drunken earthworms were written crookedly:

"I will sleep"

Then the figure of Little Loach appeared in Xun Ming's spiritual consciousness, but immediately after her coiled body turned into a black and smooth bead, which slipped from Xun Ming's head, and was finally captured by him. Hold it and put it in the skirt.

It seems that after the bronze stele appeared and disappeared, the little loach became a little strange?
At that time, Xun Ming had just settled the bead, and before he had time to think about it, he accidentally met the turned face of the short bamboo pole, his heart tightened, and his heart was almost unstable.

damn...

Just recalling that face scarier than a ghost, Xun Ming shook his head with a strange expression, as if he wanted to shake the bad memory out of his head.

Letting out a long breath, Xun Ming, who sensed that the road below him was gradually flattening, restrained his mind slightly, and said to himself in his heart:
"Don't let me down..."

"Well, the more the better."

In order to kill this female demon, the price paid was not heavy.

If I don't turn around and take a good look at those beautiful fairies, I'm afraid I can't have those eyes...

……

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped slowly, and finally stopped in front of a luxurious mansion that could be called.

The groom lifted the curtain and patted the carriage vigorously, waking up the short bamboo pole that failed to hold up in the second half and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The short bamboo pole with a white face more like a ghost than a ghost was awakened, and he almost stood up straight and hit his head on the roof of the carriage. He breathed a sigh of relief, covering his heart and looking at That poor scholar who kept looking at the floor for some reason.

Isn't it just skipping dinner?Why are you still sulking?

If you become the head of our family's adults, then you will be less popular in the future?

The pattern, the pattern is small.

Is it amazing just because you look good?

I'm not as hungry as you?

The short bamboo pole with some pimples in his heart saw that the poor scholar was not looking at him, so he rolled his eyes at him, snorted silently, with contempt endlessly.

But just for a moment, he changed into an extremely flattering face, smiled and slapped Xun Ming's shoulder heavily, and said softly:
"Why aren't you happy? Let's take you to meet the nobleman!"

The angry Xun Ming almost cut off his head with a flying sword.

It's not your fault for being ugly, it's your fault for being disgusting!

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Xun Ming stabilized his mind, followed the short bamboo pole and got out of the carriage.

This was the first time he wished so much that a person could grow two backs of the head.

Before Xun Ming's second foot hit the ground, the coachman, who seemed to be driving a reincarnation, swung his whip directly, driving the tall horse and ran away.

Xun Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

It seems that the eyes of the masses are discerning...

He suppressed himself, did not habitually look at the expression on the short bamboo pole, and then looked around.

The desolate mountains are silent, and even the chirping of insects and birds is hard to hear.

A simple and beautiful mansion seems to be embedded in this desolate and inhabited mountain forest. It is obviously very strange, but it makes people have an inexplicable illusion of "it should be like this" in the bottom of my heart.

Xun Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and his body was slightly excited in the gradually awakening desire to fight.

Such a handwriting should not be a "little demon" in the cave realm.

He glanced at the two huge gilt lions in front of the mansion, and asked seemingly casually:
"Is she the only person in charge in the noble family?"

Hey, did you know you started asking before you even entered the door?

Not only does this poor scholar have a good temper, but his thoughts are also a face-to-face material!

It's really the patriarch's meal!
"It seems that tomorrow my lord is going to meet some distinguished guests in the mansion."

Although the short bamboo pole was half ridiculed and half sour in his heart, there was no horse racing in his mouth, and he was telling the truth.

Xun Ming felt a little joy in his heart when he heard it, and he felt a sense of satisfaction that his efforts will eventually be rewarded.

After the short bamboo pole finished speaking, it walked towards the gate with the animal head covered with copper nails.

But Xun Ming had a strange feeling in his heart, and felt a little restless.

Before that, he only thought it was the sequelae of his deteriorating mood, but after his mood stabilized recently, the sense of uneasiness became more and more clear, which made him a little puzzled.

A new moon hangs high above the pitch-black night, and there are no stars in the cloudy night.

Letting out a long breath of foul air, Xun Ming looked around again.

It was a bit of a surprise to find that the trees surrounding the mansion were the plane trees.

It's just the beginning of autumn, even though the mountains here are not low, they are still quite a bit colder than the yellow leaves of the sycamore trees.

Next to the mansion, there is still a dark blue lush greenery.

(End of this chapter)