p> This time, I saw a strong wind, is it related to that waste?

Immediately after, the bright weather darkened instantly, causing Ling Yuyan to be so frightened that she grabbed Ning's arm with both hands, "Auntie, it's her, it must be her ......, let's not provoke her, okay?" A few short words, coming out of Ling Yuyan's mouth at this moment, were quite laborious.

She's scared, she's really scared!

The waste that was ignored by their mother and daughter would call for wind and rain, is she really a goddess as the people in the market say? Is it? Jealousy, hatred, and fear all kinds of expressions changed back and forth in Ling Yuyan's eyes.

The maids and servants who were huddled behind Ning's mother and daughter were also so frightened that they leaned close to each other.

Everyone's faces were terrified.

What happened yesterday in the poetry competition field is not only known to the masters of the Hou Mansion, but also to them, who are not aware of it.

They were confused about what had just happened in the plum garden, but now that they encountered the fierce wind and the suddenly darkened sky, the chaos in their minds suddenly dissipated.

It was she, the magic cast by the waste, that made the wind rise and the sky darkened.

The color of fear was completely manifested in the eyes of the maids and servants.

Ning tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart and comforted Ling Yuyan, "It won't be her, she's a waste, where does she have so much ability, go, go out with your aunt to have a look." ”

Taking Ling Yuyan's hand, the mother and daughter, followed by the maids and servants, walked towards the gate of the Hou Mansion near in front of them.

The pouring rain poured down from the dim sky, and none of the people in the market crowded together in the rain moved their feet to avoid the rain, they knelt in the rain curtain in unison, worshipping Ling Wushuang.

"May the goddess bless you! The goddess blesses ......"

Seeing such a huge scene in front of them, the Ning mother and daughter trembled and were stunned.

The mother and daughter of the Liu family, who had heard the news earlier, knelt reverently and kowtowed not far behind Ling Wushuang, just like the people in the market who were kneeling in the rain.

"The poor road has eyes and no beads, and almost mistook the goddess for a ghost, and begged the goddess for forgiveness!"

The Taoist priest's face turned pale, and he pulled his disciple and knelt down for Ling Wushuang.

The messy footsteps of the Ning clan rushed over, Ling Wushuang, who was standing at the door of the mansion with his back, had already heard it in her ears with her internal strength, she knew that they were coming, she snorted coldly in her heart, and clenched the crisp hand behind her.

Scared? What you want is that you mothers and daughters are afraid!

The game of cat and mouse has just begun, and the days of fear have just begun, and in the days to come, Miss Ben will make your mother and daughter have a colorful life!

The corners of his lips crossed a shallow smile that looked at everything, Ling Wushuang glanced at the dark clouds that were gradually dissipating in the air, played with the slender hand hanging down the hair on his chest, and waved lightly at the people kneeling in the rain curtain, and said, "You don't need to worship me, because I am not a goddess. ”

"May the goddess bless you! Pray for the goddess to protect ......"

Everyone didn't listen to Ling Wushuang's words and stopped the worship in their mouths.

Ling Wushuang's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his cold voice rose again, "I'll put my words here, as for whether you all believe it or not, it's up to you." ”

After finishing speaking, Ling Wushuang turned around and sat back in his wheelchair.

Coincidentally, as soon as she fell, the wind and downpour that were blowing slowly stopped.

The sky was dark, and gradually turned back to brightness.

The warm sunshine reappeared above everyone's heads.

If it weren't for the fact that the people were all drenched and the puddles of water they were kneeling on, they would have thought they were dreaming.

(After all kinds of requests, you add an impression to Wenwen, there is wood and ...... ）