"Where is Wangchuan River?"
Shan Xiaoxiao blinked in her mother's sorrow. She surfed the Internet all the year round and knew a lot of strange knowledge, but she had never heard of Wang Chuanhe. Of course, she didn’t know why in the story of Qingyu’s little mother, why did that female ghost want Wear the other shore flower.
"It's a place where people can forget the memories of a lifetime!"
Gong Qingyu also heard the story from Li Yun's mouth. After she told it, she silenced the women a lot.
Reincarnation is always accompanied by fate, desolation, and tragic colors. Naihe Bridge, Wangyoushui, etc., are full of awe of fate.
"I'll talk about one too."
Li Yun opened his mouth and said, all of the more than a dozen girls on the third floor of Tianxue Palace looked at him immediately.
Don’t look at Li Yun sitting in the corner of the living room right now, but he is undoubtedly the only focus. Without him, the women would feel boring to talk about everything. Li Yun is the kind of stable military spirit, because of him, the women. To get along well.
Otherwise, why would Zhao Tianfeng help Shan Ruqing who met the first person?
"Okay, okay~" Shan Xiaoxiao was the first to applaud, "Come on, dad, just tell a wonderful story...well, no, it's wonderful and not scary, okay? Dad~~ I beg you. "
A word made Su Muxin and Hu Xiaomeng both look at each other.
The former is often called Li Yun's father. At this moment, after seeing the real daughter acting like a baby, I suddenly felt like I learned it.
As for the latter...
Hu Xiaomeng's mood is very complicated. Her newly-acquired girl is really amazing. She can take care of men's emotions anytime and anywhere. The first reaction and the first acceptance. Isn't that the man's favorite?
If Shan Xiaoxiao grows up, he might not be able to fascinate Li Yun.
A serious sense of crisis enveloped Hu Xiaomeng's heart. She decided to take the initiative as soon as possible and take down Shan Xiaoxiao's father in one blow!
"My story is also very simple."
Li Yun, who was holding Fanqing Sheng, smiled slightly, "More than a hundred years ago, that era of warlord separatism..."
Gong Qingyu, and several other girls smiled. They had all heard of this story.
"... Later, Pan Suyi was used by an expert with a greased paper umbrella."
When Li Yun said this, a red oiled paper umbrella suddenly appeared in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, a woman in a blood-red dress with fluttering skirts appeared in front of everyone. She turned around gently, reached out her hand to catch the fallen oil-paper umbrella, and smiled at the women.
"...Ghost!!!"
Shan Xiaoxiao and Hu Xiaomeng's screams were deafening, and even the female ghost holding the oil paper umbrella stiffened in place.
After a long time, the two men calmed down.
"Two little ladies~" The female ghost with scarlet eyes saluted gracefully, "Nu Jia Pan Suyi, this is polite~"
"..."
The two little girls who had just screamed were embarrassed.
Gong Qingyu and others grinned and took the initiative to introduce Pan Suyi's origins to them, including Shan Ruqing, who was panicked, who was actually Nie Xiaoqian.
"...It turned out to be so, the story is true!"
Zhao Tianfeng was very surprised. It was the first time she heard about this. So, is Pan Suyi really from the Republic of China a hundred years ago?
Li Yun actually had a box of system rewards in his hand, but he only let it go to Gong Qingyu and others, and no one else had seen it.
"The son~"
Nie Xiaoqian glanced at the Lord Saint, and whispered: "You continue to tell the ghost story, just let me play the ghost?"
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