Hualing don't know

Chapter 1

Xijian Town, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, singing birds and flowers, there is a rumor in this town that there is a monster with fluttering white hair, a childlike face, a beautiful figure and a sweet voice, just like a ladle of clear water taken out of the vast ocean. One glance at him will make you feel restless, unable to let go of your soul, not thinking about tea and food, thinking about spring every night, hurting your lungs and kidneys.

Otherwise, it's just that the women at the bottom of the mountain are afraid that their men will be attracted to him, and they won't do business properly, so they will be seduced by his little fox.

So there was a folk song in Xijian - "There is a house in Xitou Cemetery, and there is a beautiful woman living in the house. I don't know if it is a man or a woman. In the middle of the night, a ghost crying."

Therefore, I would like to warn people to stay away from this little goblin, otherwise, they will die after three births.

Tick!Tick!

The light rain has just receded, and the green hills are so clear and beautiful as if they have been washed.A few birds flew over the branches, fluttering their feathers, and the thick old tree whistled, dripping water, and fell down.

Stepping on the muddy road, the clean and white boots have been stained wet.Looking from a distance, the young man in white with long hair falling down his waist is rushing towards the door of the house with a small bamboo basket.

As soon as he pushed open the bamboo door, he saw an adult in official robes coming out of the room.

The magistrate of the county was shaking his fingers. He rushed early this morning, washed and dressed, and then came to Mt. Tomb Mountain. He wanted to meet Mr. Yehuayu.

Waiting impatiently, I was about to go out to look for it, but unexpectedly, as soon as the front foot stepped on, the back foot came back.

"Master, why are you here?"

Looking at it, it's incredible. It can be said that there are not many people who can see his face. If it is under the sun, Huayu will definitely wear a bamboo hat and hold an umbrella this night, and will never show his face.Today, it was really a coincidence. On a cloudy day, the night flowers and rain with no cover at all, it was so beautiful to the bone.

The magistrate's legs went limp, and he slumped against the wall for support. Those who didn't know thought it was the old man who committed the crime?

Swallowing his saliva, in order to prevent embarrassment, he pretended to be a dog, straightened his posture, and replied: "Oh, I'm here to tell you something."

As soon as Ye Huayu heard that there was something to do, Ye Huayu hurriedly stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Did Brother Chen Ran have any news?"

When he moved forward, he made the magistrate's hand itch.Take a closer look, Ye Huayu's white hair shone like silver threads, dazzled and radiant, half-tied and half-twist revealing messy beauty, white skin like snow, eyes as clear as water, and a hair the size of a rice grain on the tip of the beauty. The vermilion little tear mole is a rare species. It is rumored by the world that he is a man-eating goblin, but in the eyes of his county magistrate, he is just an extinct little sheep, a little stunner waiting to be favored by others.

Seeing him not moving for a long time, Ye Huayu stared straight at her, making him feel uncomfortable, presumably because she was too excited just now, afraid to scare others.During the dinner, he turned his head, took two steps back, and said again: "Master, is it Brother Chen Ran who has news?"

Look at this shy appearance, and that soft voice, it's crisp from beginning to end.The county magistrate really wanted to strip him clean and touch his little skin, whether it was as crisp and soft as his voice.

"Uh huh!" Coughing twice, the magistrate of the county went dark. This little white sheep can't be tough. I still remember that a month ago, when he suddenly went down the mountain to buy goods, he was bullied by a group of little dolls. He was almost defiled by a few beggars. If he hadn't discovered it early and prevented him from cutting his wrists and committing suicide on the spot, how could he talk to him now?