Odd? Is it because of your own eyes?

"Hey! Who are you? Unreasonable? I came first! Please change your position. Chang Xiaoman stood in the cold wind and muttered to himself.

But in Ma Chengfeng's eyes, there was no one else on the tomb mountain except Chang Xiaoman, she seemed to be talking to the air, and as she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pushed it.

"You hillbilly, dare to scold this girl? I think you're looking for a beating! "I don't know what that wisp of air said, 'provoked' Chang Xiaoman.

Moon worshippers hate being interrupted at this time, and there are only three opportunities in a year, the fifteenth day of the first month, the fifteenth day of May, and the fifteenth day of August can be inhaled. Chang Xiaoman waved her hand to the left side of her side and hit it, maybe the "air" retreated and dodged, and she rushed up step by step to scuffle with others.

On the hill of the grave, where the size of a palm is, she took a few steps forward to the edge of the cliff, and she was not done yet.

Ma Chengfeng was lucky at his feet, rushed up in one step, and just when she was about to fall off the cliff with one foot, he grabbed her little waist and dragged her back from mid-air.

"Are you crazy? Death in the middle of the night? ”

"Are you seeking death? Don't you see? She, that's her! She scolded me for being ****! She swore and pointed to the cliff one meter in front of her. It seems that in her eyes, there is no dangerous cliff in her field of vision, and there is a flat river in front of her.

Ma Chengfeng, who listened to it, had sweat 'hair' on the back of his neck standing upside down, and he felt that a stream of 'yin' wind drilled straight into his clothes.

"Senior sister, who are you arguing with? Who scolded you? Why didn't I see that? Ma Chengfeng asked her again.

"Ma Chengfeng, are you blind? It's this unreasonable old lady who rushes up and yells at me. Don't you see? She wears a tweed coat and has long hair. You see, she's smiling at me! Chang Xiaoman pointed to the air behind the cliff and shouted.

Tweed coats? Long hair? Isn't the figure that appeared in his ghost pupil just now dressed like this? What the hell is she?

"Senior sister, we have cooked Lantern Festival at home, shall we go back and eat a few first? We are everyone's girlfriends, don't see her in general! Ma Chengfeng persuaded her and dragged her, and finally pulled her down from the grave mountain. When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I looked back, but I saw that the 'woman' in the tweed coat in front of the cliff on the top of the mountain appeared again, and sure enough, as Chang Xiaoman said, she was smiling at them strangely, and she waved slowly at them from time to time.

"Let go of me! You don't help me, but you help an outsider! Don't stop this girl, I'm going to cut her!! Ma Chengfeng dragged Chang Xiaoman's clothes, she roared with her hands and feet, and she didn't know why she was so angry! Chang Wumei usually has a bad temper, but she has never been so irritable.

In the house, Zhang Huifang's face was like Changbai Mountain, and she dragged her father and mother to throw down a sentence, "Ma Chengfeng, continue to live with your senior sister!" "Turn around and go. The second elder smiled at him awkwardly, and he couldn't say anything more, so he closed the 'door' with his hand.

"Ma Chengfeng! You let go of me! Chang Xiaoman is still not honest, this one has already scratched out three bloody scales on Ma Chengfeng's face.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you beat her, can you eat the Lantern Festival first and rest for a while?" When he entered the house, he found that Chang Xiaoman's face was flushed, her eyes flashed with fierceness, and when she 'touched' with her hand, she had a fever, and she could burn 'chicken' eggs on the 'door' of her brain!

After he fed her two Lantern Festivals, he 'got' her to lie down on the kang and quickly went to fetch water for her. Even the clinics in Tunzi are on holiday during the Chinese New Year, so how can there really be a major illness or a small disaster?

When he came in with a wet 'wool' towel, he looked at Chang Xiaoman again, he was already asleep. The beads of sweat the size of beans on the 'door' of the beauty's brain crackled down, and it didn't take much time to enter the house, and the down jacket she was wearing outside was soaked. Ma Chengfeng helped her take off her down jacket, took off her 'wool' coat and pants, and wiped her hands and face with a wet 'wool' towel. If it burns like this, something will definitely happen.

Ma Chengfeng stretched out his hand and wanted to take off his shirt for her again...... But after thinking about it, he retracted his hand again.

"It's useless even if Childe strips her all naked, Miss Chang is not sick, but evil!" The little fox fairy came out of the ghost pupil and said to him.

"Evil? How can a good person fall into evil? Could it be that the 'female' ghost on the grave mountain just now did it? He asked.

Before the little fox fairy died, he often smoked the moon flower on these three nights every year to do practice. She told Ma Chengfeng that the body of ordinary people is not suitable for moon worship, but Miss Chang's body is different from ordinary people, although she has obtained the method of moon worship, but after all, she is only a 'flesh' mortal. Three times a year to worship the moon, but also from the prosperity to the decline of the process, the fifteenth day of the first month of the moon's breath is cold, she inhales the body will make her body more 'yin' cold, 'female' child body 'sex' is already 'yin', with more of these 'yin' qi is of course easy to attract ghosts.

"But she used to worship the moon every year, right? Why did something happen to me this time? ”

"Because Miss Chang has the breath of the nine-life cat on her body, this breath can pass through ghosts and gods, plus it is a tomb mountain, and there are many lonely souls and wild ghosts on the tomb mountain. Those ghosts who died in vain are waiting to find a stand-in, how can Miss Chang's handsome beauty let her go? The little fox fairy explained reasonably.

"So how can I help her? Do you want to settle accounts with that 'female' ghost on the grave mountain? ”

The little fox fairy sat on the edge of the kang, stretched out her Qianqian's 'jade' finger, and stroked Chang Xiaoman's handsome little face as if she was appreciating a treasure.

"You perverted fox! I'm asking you! You always wonder what she's doing? She's not a rabbit! ”

The little fox fairy smiled: "Look, is the son annoyed? Ha ha...... A few days ago, when Zhang Huifang was in trouble, the son had never been so nervous, don't you admit it? Obviously, I just like Miss Chang. ”

"Sister Fox, I beg you, Xiao Man is not a fairy, nor is he a goblin, I can't stand it if I burn my body like this!" Ma Chengfeng, who was in a hurry, turned around, and sent the little fox fairy to kneel.

The little fox fairy's wisp of yang became more and more real, and as he spoke, his mouth was full of fragrance, and the smoked Ma Chengfeng unconsciously sneezed twice.

"Childe really wants to save her? In fact, this method is also very simple, as long as the slave family's yang spirit is on the body of Miss Chang, and the luck adjustment 'force's excess 'yin' cold qi in her body can be done. She said flirtatiously as she wriggled her graceful figure.

Somehow, Ma Chengfeng suddenly had a sense of foreboding in his heart, this ancient 'spirit' strange fox 'spirit' doesn't know what kind of moth to do, although since she saved her, she has not harmed anyone, but the demon is the demon, the "'Sao' smell" on the fox fairy makes the men in the world irresistible, God knows what kind of 'flower' the fox will toss out when he gets on Chang Xiaoman's body.

"It's as simple as that? Sister Fox, don't lie to me! Ma Chengfeng hesitated.