The mighty queen of interstellar love

Chapter 67 New Classmates

He clearly knew that he had already agreed to Qu Cheng to make such a move for him. It wasn't New Year's Eve, and it wasn't that they brought up the fact that most people couldn't think of the first column incense in order to curry favor with someone.

It hasn't been a day or two since I've been angry in my heart, but the reality is like this, the official rank crushes people to death.

"It's called sour grapes if you can't eat it! If you have the ability, go through the back door and have a look! What's the point of barking here!"

Miss Qin sneered and turned to leave.

She has to go around, which Buddha did her parents tell her to worship?forgotten.

The most important thing is that she knows that she has to wait if she doesn't smell good to some people, she feels happy!
"Bitch..."

Cheng Xi is in the rebellious period, and he is used to it in school. Because he has a superior family, he did not go astray.

How can he stand the provocation of others, and rush forward when he scolds, Mu Ziyu hurried to stop him in fear of accident.

"You just identified that you are not of the same species as her, so you will rush to worry about whether you are classified as the same species as her? I haven't heard that people and animals can quarrel!"

Mu Ziyu is Cheng Xi's opponent, and seeing that he can't stop him, Yueliang's light words successfully calmed him down.

I pondered for a while.

"I'll go! I didn't see it! You are the most scolding person here!"

The interest in offering incense was disturbed, and the group began to visit around.

Didn't run into that proud girl again.

Because there are activities on the mountain today, when you say there is no one, there is no one, and when you say the Master, there will be a sea of ​​people rushing.

Those who haven't seen the shock of opening the account will never imagine it.

The account book, which was more than ten meters long, looked like an exquisite work of art.

No, no work of art can compare.

The colors are bright, the painting skills are exquisite, and the connotation is rich, just like the printing out of the computer after careful design.

Complicated patterns or fonts make people seem to understand but don't understand. The more you look at it, the more profound and profound its connotation is, like an abyss that human beings can't understand, and they can't understand the content in it all their lives.

Who could have imagined that it was just drawn or written by an ordinary farmer, who even didn't know a single word?

There are so many people around the account book that it can't be squeezed.

Qucheng was excited when he saw such a magnificent account book, he didn't care about anything and squeezed to the front row to study it nearby.

Yueliang wasn't that excited, so she couldn't squeeze in, so she had to watch from afar.

It seems that some sacrificial activities were held inside, and then I heard a high-pitched voice and remembered.

It was the account holder who sang the account book.

"Cough cough..."

Yue Liang turned her head and looked at the blue head with a distorted expression on her face.

He noticed Yueliang's gaze, put his fist on his lips, cleared his throat, and returned to his normal state.

She glanced at him suspiciously and before she could say anything, the beauty couldn't help but fell to the ground holding her stomach and laughing.

"Hahahaha... I laughed so hard, it killed me!"

"Kiss little master, don't torture me! Shut down my auditory system!"

Yueliang looked up at the impassioned person who wrote the account book standing on a high place.

"What the hell are they talking about?"

"Hahahaha...he said...he said...Ask what love is in the world. I love her, but she doesn't love me! It's hard work, but it doesn't work. Why do I love her? It's all thanks to Xiaojiu, this person is me .What is love? It's like the old man in the playground. Others are happy, but I don't know why. Forget it, forget it, leave this sentence to remind the world, don't touch things that you don't understand, touch them troubles like my lord..."

Yue Liang twitched the corners of her mouth, what a mess.

She seriously suspected that this was another trick by the beauty.

The beauty rolled her eyelids and looked at her while smiling, but didn't speak.

At this moment, in Yunyun, the man in a black robe with gold trim frowned.

The man is unparalleled in imposing manner, boundlessly handsome, tall and majestic.

Behind him were nine girls who looked exactly the same.

The girls are all in white short skirts, trimmed with white fox fur, and combed with maid hair. They all look exactly the same, and even every pore is exactly the same.

A girl stepped forward.

"Lord, do you think that's the case?"

The girl's eyebrows were playful, and she looked at the man in front of her with a smile.

The man glanced at her indifferently, put away the tangle between his brows, and didn't respond, but the vague reproach in his eyes made the girl shudder.

Shrinking his head, he stepped back carefully.

With a wave of the arm, the group of people disappeared into the clouds, leaving only faint voices scattered to the ground below.

"They have done it, give them a warning!"

"Yes!"

The people who sang the books themselves didn't know what they were talking about.

Just by an instinct, an instruction from what they call a god.

Or sing, or say, or right, or debate between two people, with restraint and praise.

Most people see that the upper body of the fox fairy is pretending to be mysterious.

Account books are also called heavenly books, one is like a report from heaven, and the other is to receive instructions from heaven.

Yueliang didn't know what the accountant said later.

The beauty didn't say anything, but his expression was unusually serious.

Looking at Qingtou again, the one with serious and pious expression is even more beautiful than the beauty.

In the end, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Yueliang asked the beauty again, but the beauty just shook her head and said she didn't know.

Yue Liang didn't believe it, but there was nothing she could do.

At the end of the account opening ceremony is the handing over of accounts. The amazing account book was thrown into the stove without hesitation by the account writer and turned into ashes.

In the afternoon, a group of people went to the account book exhibition hall.

There are a variety of account books in different sizes.

Some are even incomplete, with traces of fire, apparently rescued by the staff of the scenic spot when paying the account.

There are many people who write accounts in Jiulian Mountain, but very few of them write well.

These few people are all very devout to the gods in their hearts, otherwise they wouldn't be able to write so well.

It is not easy to persuade these people to blaspheme and show the account book for others to watch, take pictures and study, so we had to grab it.

Some account books are too long to hang on the top, you need to look up, and some are beautifully set with watches and hung on the wall.

The lighting in the exhibition hall is beautiful, and there is a mysterious-sounding music.

Even Cheng Xi, who is so impulsive, took his steps lightly and dared not make any noise, for fear that it would destroy the mysterious atmosphere.

There were not too many tourists in the exhibition hall, but there were not many. Qu Cheng had to stop and observe carefully every time he came to an account book. The young people scattered and walked around without his enthusiasm and patience.

(End of this chapter)