Chapter 15: Meeting your destined wife for the first time? !
After saying that, Baililin and the loser behind her laughed.
Sikong Yan was so angry that his face turned red. These people could laugh at him as much as they wanted. After all, he was indeed relatively poor in metaphysics. Even in terms of family, he was not as good as Baili. The family is one of the three major metaphysical families.
But Sikong Yan could accept them mocking him, but he couldn't accept them mocking him as well as the ghost lady.
Although today was the first day he met the ghost girl, she was really nice. Not only did she tell him the news about Fengdu’s leave, but she also lent him money to buy ginseng.
Just when Sikong Yan was about to step forward and fight back, a male voice suddenly sounded.
“It’s so noisy.”
The male voice was deep and rich, and his tone was a little irritable, with the irritability of a person who had just fallen asleep and was woken up again.
Xu Qingling looked in the direction of the sound, and the person who made the sound was clearly the stall owner.
Wearing a smart black suit, he was lying on the recliner behind the stall, with a leaf covering his face.
The moment he spoke, the leaves on his face suddenly turned into a dark green mask, half covering his face, leaving only his chin, mouth, and the beautiful eyebrows on his tall nose exposed.
At that moment, his eyes opened.
Those are a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, ink-colored eyes, the color is very dark, like an abyss, one will be sucked in if not careful.
The moment he opened it, the sharpness and solemnity in his eyes flashed through.
The lips under the mask are neither thick nor thin. They are well shaped and bright red in color.
Xu Qingling looked into these eyes. Somehow, she always felt familiar, but the familiar feeling only lasted for a moment, as if it was her illusion.
As if aware of Xu Qingling's gaze, Fan Wujiu opened his eyes and his first sight fell on Xu Qingling.
When he saw her cold eyebrows, Fan Wujiu had a slight doubt in his eyes. He seemed to have seen these eyebrows somewhere before.
In the underworld or in the human world?
Fan Wu Jiu has the ability to remember things with a photograph. He recalled it, but found that there was no such woman in his memory at all.
In other words, he had never seen this person before.
Why does it feel familiar?
This feeling is familiar, intimate, joyful, and mixed with a hint of sadness.
Strange, really strange.
This is the first time someone has given him this feeling.
Yes, people.
Fan Wujiu could tell at a glance that the Xu Qingling in front of him was a human, or not entirely human. She still had the aura of the underworld about her.
"Brother, the stall owner, how can I sell this skirt?" At this time, Bai Lilin interrupted Fan Wujiu's thoughts.
In front of these stall owners in the ghost market, even Bai Lilin restrained herself a little, but she was determined to win that skirt.
"Baililin, what do you mean? My sister was obviously the first to like this dress, and it was also my sister who came here first. This eldest brother, I..."
"What does it mean to come first and you haven't bought it yet or paid for it? Brother stall owner, I want this skirt. Just make an offer." Before Sikong Yan finished speaking, Bai Lilin interrupted him. His words were full of arrogance.
Just when Baililin was fully expecting to be able to buy the dress, Fan Wujiu said calmly, "I won't sell it to you."
"What did you say?!" Baililin It was a bit unbelievable, and I even felt that I had heard it wrong.
“I said, I won’t sell it to you.” Fan Wujiu was still lying on the recliner, with his hands folded across his chest, and his straight and slender legs just casually folded over each other, looking relaxed and dignified. appearance.
“Why?”
"Noisy!" Fan Wujiu raised his head, his eyes were indifferent, without a trace of emotion, and he spat out two words. These two simple words made Bai Lilin blush. She didn't know whether it was because of anger or embarrassment. .
"Do you know that I am..." Bai Lilin subconsciously wanted to move out of her family. The next second, a young man behind her covered her mouth and leaned towards her. A reminder in my ears, this is a ghost market.
This is a ghost market, and people from the metaphysics family just come here to hide their identities.
When you come to the ghost market, remember not to conflict with the stall owners, otherwise you may be attacked by a group of ghosts.
If you die in a ghost market, you won't be able to find a place to reason.
Even if Baililin belongs to the Baili family of the three major metaphysics families and is a direct descendant, her death in the ghost market will be in vain.
Bai Lilin probably thought of this at this time. No matter how angry she was, she couldn't let it go at this time.
Sikong Yan immediately had a good impression of the stall owner. This was the first time he saw Baililin feeling so aggrieved.
Sure enough, although this Baililin is not afraid of people, she is afraid of ghosts!
Seeing the proud look in Sikong Yan's eyes, the aggrieved Baililin couldn't stay any longer. She slapped the hand covering her mouth, turned around and yelled at those scoundrels: "They won't sell to me anymore, why not?" Why are you staying here? Let’s go!”
After saying that, Baililin turned and left.
"Little sister, that annoying person is finally gone. Look at this skirt again." Sikong Yan felt that this blue and white skirt was quite suitable for the cold temperament of the ghost girl. .
“I sold it to you without saying anything.” Fan Wujiu smiled and spoke, and specially glanced at Xu Qingling.
Somehow, Xu Qingling looked at that smile and felt that there was a hint of joking in it.
Then Fan Wujiu pointed to the board standing next to him -
The blue feather phoenix skirt, if you have the chance to pick it up, you won't take a penny from it.
“What this means is that those who can afford this skirt are those who are destined, and those who are destined will not take any money from them. For those who cannot pick it up, this skirt is as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, and they will not sell it for any amount of money?” Sikong Yan Answer the meaning of the words on the board.
Fan Wu Jiu nodded.
Sikong Yan muttered: "Then maybe my sister is destined to be the one."
Fan Wujiu smiled.
Today, Fan Wujiu came here in disguise to catch a ghost that had escaped to the ghost market. Setting up a stall was just a disguise for Fan Wujiu.
As for the blue feather phoenix skirt, it is indeed his. It was given to him by an immortal who saved him a long time ago.
The immortal said that apart from him, only his destined wife can pick up this blue feather phoenix skirt. As for other people who want to pick up the skirt, it is as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.
Wife? Fan Wujiu, who had been in the underworld for thousands of years, smiled.
He is used to being casual and indifferent, so why does he need a wife?
Although he felt that the immortal was talking nonsense, since it was given by his benefactor, Fan Wujiu accepted it at that time.
In the past thousands of years, this blue feather phoenix skirt has not been taken out, but it is true that no one can afford it.
As for the woman in front of him, who didn’t know whether she was a human or a ghost, Fan Wujiu felt that she must have taken...
“Does this count as taking it?”
Fan Wujiu hadn't finished saying the words "can't pick it up" in his heart when he saw the girl in a black skirt bending down and picking up the blue feather phoenix skirt easily, holding it with one hand and blinking. innocent eyes asked him.
Fan Wujiu, who had his hands folded behind his head and looked casual, stumbled on his feet and almost fell off the recliner.
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