Man Huang Feng Bao

Seeing Ye Chuan is really unwilling to help his wife to shape the fortune telling, Xiao Xiao Zhao Shuya had no choice but to get up and leave, ready to go back to his wife.

Open the door, all three are smashed.

Outside the wing, I didn’t know when I came to a carriage. It’s silent and suddenly emerged from the ground, and I didn’t even notice it.

Is there no sound in this carriage, or is there a problem in the wine?

Ye Chuan had a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead. The carriage that suddenly appeared outside the door gave him a bad feeling.

"Xiao Ya, my wife told me to pick you up and Ye Lao." The coachman spoke, his voice was low and stuffy, and it sounded strange to come from the abdomen.

Looking at the coachman carefully, Ye Chuan’s heart is another meal.

This coachman has a big fight on his head. He has been looking down at the five senses, his body is thin, and there are still many elderly spots on his arms. It looks very old and very old, and there is no power fluctuation in the body. But at first glance, it is a feeling of being very uncomfortable. I always feel that something is wrong. I don’t know what is wrong for a while.

This coachman has a problem!

Ye Chuan and Xiao Longer have a very bad intuition for a glance.

Xiaolong’s body is tight, and he will be transformed into a dragon for prevention. Ye Chuan pulled him behind him and shook his head gently.

"Cold old, is..., is the lady telling you to come?" Xiaoya asked, his pale teeth were squeaky, and he couldn't help but pick it up.

It seems that Xiao Shantou and the coachman know, which makes Ye Chuan and Xiao Longer a little relieved. But when I saw Xiao Xiao’s appearance, I couldn’t help but wonder. Since they all know each other, what is she afraid of?

"Yes, on...the car...but..." the coachman replied, and the sound of the voice sounded even more strange.

"Ye..., Ye Lao..." Xiao Yan Zhao Shuya turned around and looked at Ye Chuan, and the fear was a bit embarrassing.

Ye Chuan didn't want to go, and the lady sent this coachman to pick it up. How is this good?

"Respect is not as good as life. Since the lady sent someone to pick it up, Xiaoya, let's go. Little dragon, you have to rest early, I will go back."

Ye Chuan glanced at the little dragon, indicating that Xiao Longer was a little stunned, and then strode over and got into the carriage.

After contemplating for a while, Ye Chuan quickly made a decision, and would simply take a look at the unfathomable Mrs. Qinglongmen to see what she had done to do.

"Cold..., cold old, then hemp..., trouble you."

Ye Chuan is very simple, but it is Xiao Shu Zhao Shuya, hesitant to dare to come up. In the end, Ye Chuan opened the curtain behind the carriage and saw that he was sitting inside and daring into the scalp and sitting next to Ye Chuan.

"Ok."

The faint voice sounded in the ears of the two people, and the carriage moved, silent, like a ghost carriage.

The weather is not cold, only need to wear a thin piece of clothes outside, but as soon as you get into the carriage, the chill of the bones will get colder and colder.

Ye Chuan rolled up his sleeves, his arms were full of goose bumps, and Xiao Shuya, a small beggar on the side, was even more uncomfortable, and his teeth trembled even more.

"Xiao Ya, is this coachman strange?" Ye Chuan whispered.

Xiao Shu Zhao Shuya did not say anything, but also made a squeaky gesture toward Ye Chuan, reaching out and writing a word in Ye Chuan's palm. Ye Chuan had some accidents. He did not respond for a while, and the little girl wrote it again, deliberately slowing down the strokes.

Dead words?

This time, Ye Chuan reacted, and his heart suddenly felt suddenly and realized that he felt that something was wrong when he saw the first sight of the coachman.

The coachman wearing a fight, no heartbeat, no body temperature, is a dead person!

Ye Chuan oozes a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead, and for a time he is also shocked.

He has never seen a dead person, all kinds of enchanting, and the former world has only seen many of the ancient murderous fields. But it was so strange that it was the first time I encountered it. I felt that the Qinglongmen’s mysterious and difficult to deal with.

I am afraid there is really trouble tonight!

Ye Chuan took a deep breath and urged the swallowing of the body to expel the coldness of the bones and slowly calm down. I glanced at the trembling little glance and reached out and held her in her arms. The poor little girl is freezing.

The carriage was moving silently, without sound, but not slow. It didn't take long to stop at a palace. Still not stopped, Xiao Yan quickly pulled Ye Chuan to jump, escaped from the coachman's cold and far away, with Ye Chuan came to the Qinglongmen's palace. Just knocked on the door and didn't have time to ask for it. A faint voice came out from inside. "Ye Lao, come in, Xiaoya, you are waiting outside."

"Yes, ma'am." Xiao Zhuo Zhao Shuya took the lead and did not dare to go one step further. She just took a look and let Ye Chuan take care of herself.

Although the age is still small and the world is not deep, but Xiao Yan also noticed that something is wrong with the situation tonight. Madame, I am afraid that it is not true to ask Ye Chuan to come to bones fortune telling. Even the living dead and the cold old people have been dispatched, let the people inside the Qinglongmen who are scared to personally pick up Ye Chuan, what exactly is the lady doing?

With a bang, Ye Chuan pushed the door and went in. Just two steps, the door automatically closed. In an instant, Ye Chuan only felt a feminine palm wind blowing from the side. Look up, the palace is not big, the black is not a light, only the moonlight from the window shines in, faintly can see a person lying on the bed, covered with a swan.

Ye Chuan walked a few steps, you can see that the swan is a graceful body, a long black hair is exposed outside, the neck is exposed outside the quilt, but the face is covered with a veil, can not see the five senses.

"Ye Lao, listen to Xiaoya, you will be fatal fortune telling, can you help the slaves count?" The faint voice came.

Ye Chuan’s heart was awkward, confirming that she was lying in bed and she was Mrs. Qinglongmen. Last night, I heard her voice outside the Qinglong Temple. I couldn't get it wrong. "Mrs. I just messed up with the mouth. It is not true."

"Yes? It’s just so accurate, it’s also a generation of strange people. How, Ye Lao, are you not willing to help the slaves count?" The voice of Mrs. Qinglong came, and the faint continued: "Is it or If you touch the bone once, you will lose one year of life. If you worry about helping the slaves, you will lose your life. Or, worry, the slaves can’t afford to pay?"

"Mrs. laughed, respectfulness is better than death, then I will offend."

Ye Chuan walked over to the bed, stretched out a hand and groped in from under the quilt, and stopped for a moment. As soon as the hand reached in, I touched a smooth calf and ran along the calf. The thigh was also light, then...

A few drops of sweat on the head of Ye Chuan, unable to hold back.

Under the thin quilt, it was a singular body, and the face of Mrs. Qinglongmen was covered with veil, but the body was not worn out.

It was a small trap that was not clearly expressed when I told Mrs. Qinglongmen, or was the latter deliberate. Is this a trap?

Ye Chuan was nervous. At this time, if Mrs. Qinglongmen suddenly turned over and said that she was plotting a misconduct, Qinglongmen’s main dragon and Li Guanghan came together from the door, and that they were not only dead, but their reputations were also swept away. Stolen.