Days Raised by Dragons

Chapter 95

Wu Wo is the commander of the military general, with his own killing spirit and pure ghost power, the ghost image is thrown, there are roars, lightning and silver light flicker, criss-crossing and reflecting half of the sky.

With blue-faced fangs and black smoke lining the edges, the volley shrouded the heads of the opponent's crowd, and the evil ghost opened its mouth like a big mouth, condescendingly roaring: "If you make trouble again, you will eat it." There was also an echo.

The discussion sound disappeared without a trace, and all the ghosts kept their voices silent.

Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, the depression gradually subsided and turned around in satisfaction, seeing Lingxi standing beside Ao Hong in a daze... Politely bowed slightly, wiped his face and changed his temperament, put on a polite expression and apologized: "Let the princess I laughed."

"...It's okay, it's okay." Ling Xi opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. A squeezed sound came out from his throat, and then he spoke, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

Oh my god, Lu Xiaokui is showing off her power. She pretends to be a yellow chick, but she can't hide that she is actually a goshawk soaring in the nine heavens and singing in the clear.

Ling Xi was very emotional, and leaned behind Ao Hong without any trace.

Among other things, at this time his boyfriend gave people a sense of security.

Ao Hong was beside him, so he naturally sensed Ling Xi's nervousness, he rubbed the back of Ling Xi's hand indistinctly, his eyes glanced coldly at Wu Zai.

He bowed his head without worry, knowing that Lord Dragon King had made a mark for himself, not to mention regret, but rather helpless.

You Wuzhan persuaded him that his temper has become much better these days in order to place an order for Hermes brand fine sandalwood incense, but sometimes he still can't accept the complaints from these newly dead ghosts who don't know where they come from. But he offended the Dragon King of the South China Sea.

WuHao turned his mind slightly, shook his head and said, "Your Highness, get in the car."

"Come on." The white-collar girl saw that the motorcycle stretched a bit, and knew that they were about to get on the car. Seeing that Ling Xi's movements were clumsy and far less light than theirs, she smiled and stretched out her hand to signal him to hold her.

"I'll come, you sit down." The programmer wanted to show off in front of the white-collar girl, and rushed to give Ling Xi the hand of friendship.

Ling Xi smiled and was about to stretch out his hands to grab the strength, when Ao Hong frowned behind his back, the princess was not allowed to touch anyone except the dragon itself, and no one could hold her... Ao Hong clasped his hands around his waist and lifted him up stand up.

Ling Xi didn't wait to exclaim, and was already sitting firmly in the back row of the motorcycle in the shelter from the wind and sand. Ao Hong supported himself with one hand and followed him into the car.

"Are you a couple?" The white-collar girl looked at them with bright eyes.

Ling Xi didn't want to answer at first, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ao Hong who was sitting beside him in a well-behaved schoolboy posture, and quickly cast a brisk and expectant look at him.

He pretended to be indifferent and took it back, full of the taste of trying to cover up.

"Yes." Ling Xi nodded in affirmation of the girl's question, amused in his heart and thought to himself, let this big silly dragon be happy.

Sure enough, Ao Hong was as happy as if he had a big red flower pinned on his chest. He glanced at the two opposite people as if to show off, but he casually leaned back and put his arm around Ling Xi's shoulder in a calm manner.

"My name is Bai Tingting." The girl introduced generously, and when she saw the movements of the two, her aunt smiled.

"Li Jun." The boy also introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm Lingxi." Lingxi pointed to Ao Hong and said, "This is my boyfriend... Ao Hong."

"You guys are so good together!" the girl exclaimed sincerely.

Ao Hong's eyes lit up, and then he raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at the girl across from him. If you have a good eye, why don't you give her a non-staff job in Nanhai.

Now Lingxi is very good at inferring Ao Hong's emotions from his subtle movements, and he is speechless...Why is your mind so fucking vast?

Ling Xi stumbled when she was just speaking, the girl's makeup was almost off, the skin exposed underneath was fair and bright, the facial features were soft, full of youthful breath, she was still a little girl.

But this girl's eyes are so creepy, why does it feel like she's going to be stripped all over her body?It's almost like looking at a plate of meat...

The motorcycle roared forward, raising a trail of yellow sand, and the same scene passed by all around.

Bai Tingting didn't pay much attention to the two of them, she sat in the back of the car avoiding the wind and sand and sighed: "I've always wanted to travel, but I'm busy with work and don't have time..."

"Maybe the tourist attractions are similar to this."

"Almost." Li Jun agreed immediately.

Ling Xi felt a little sad when he heard that, if he hadn't met Ao Hong, he would have died of overwork sooner or later. This girl is still so young, she must have a deep attachment to the world.

"Hey, I have to rent a house when I live, and I must rent a comfortable one." The girl quickly recovered from her sadness, and chattered endlessly: "Now the number of reincarnations is tight, maybe I will live for hundreds of years. Yes, my parents will also come down in a few decades, um, rent a three-bedroom apartment, preferably with a bigger bedroom."

Li Jun nodded in agreement, and smiled again: "Maybe you were led into the world of colored glaze."

Those who have great kindness during their lifetime can be led to the world of glazed light, transcending the samsara of the mortal world.

Bai Tingting smiled lightly and waved her hands: "It's all about saving the people in the city. Good people in the world have a chance. How have I ever done such a good thing? Now I hope to live in a better area."

"Mingchen and Panshan's housing prices are too low, and the public security is not good." Bai Tingting checked the mobile phone forum, looked carefully for a moment, and said: "Taozhi and Central City are the best, but I don't know if we can shake it."

Ling Xi didn't care too much about this matter, she turned her head and asked Ao Hong in a low voice: "Then after my father comes out, there is no need to wait for reincarnation, right?"

"No." Ao Hong touched the top of Lingxi's head and said sympathetically, "Father-in-law has to queue up again."

"Don't call him father-in-law." Ling Xi frowned.

"Okay." Ao Hong nodded obediently.

Bai Tingting raised her eyes to look at the two of them, and asked strangely, "Why are your souls so solid?" Could it be that what was said in the novel is true, that souls who eat ginseng and ganoderma are stronger than others?

"Because we are not ghosts." The motorcycle stopped, and Ao Hong jumped off the motorcycle and joked when he had reached the bank of Naihe Bridge.

"Yes, here to do something." Ling Xi explained simply.

…Being able to come and go freely in the underworld to do business, Bai Tingting and Li Jun looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

People may not believe it when they tell it, but they ride the same motorcycle with a certain big shot.

Wuyou got out of the car, looked around, and wanted to find a leisurely colleague to accompany Ao Hong and the others, but the Underworld reformed in the past two years, cut down the redundant and complicated idle institutions, introduced artificial intelligence systems and various small programs, and promoted self-help. With modernization and modernization, even the main department no longer needs so much labor, and the remaining colleagues are operating at full capacity... and everyone is in danger of losing their jobs.

Embarrassed, he retracted his gaze, took out his mobile phone and prepared to call someone over, but Ao Hong waved his hand to signal no need, and said casually, "Where does Chen Desheng live? There is a courier for him from Nanhai."

"Hmm... at No. 17, Sanling Ancient Lane, Taozhi District." Wuyou opened the backstage of the staff version, asked the date of birth, and found out the address of Grandpa Chen Qi.

"I'm here this time for a private matter, so I don't need to mobilize people." Ao Hong nodded slightly and added: "Arrange a better house for that Bai Tingting."

There is no embarrassment on his face. Hundreds of years ago, he would never talk nonsense about this matter, but now as "making decisions for the people, rushing to the front line to serve the people, and a public servant of the people of the underworld", he really has no extra authority.

"Say hello to the judge, just say I said it." Ao Hong walked away with Ling Xi in his arms.

Just a few hours after Comrade Bai Tingting's ghost life started, he had a set of Jiangjing Daping in Taozhi District.

The gongs and drums beside the Naihe Bridge are very lively, and the old ghost viewing group on the other side, who has died for hundreds of years, wears a small yellow hat and is led by a tour guide with a long pole with his head stuck in his hand.

Not only is it a revisit of the old place, but also the Naihe Bridge, which is the only time to walk through when entering the underworld, but also the fashionable new ghosts on the other side of the bridge.

"Indecent." The pervert murmured, and seized the time to stare at the snow-white arms of the little girl who had just taken off her coat because she had just crossed the hot desert.

When I see arms, I think of nudity...

The tour guide is a beheading ghost. He raised his head high to prevent the group members from dispersing and prevent them from committing illegal behaviors. He immediately coughed and said seriously: "Old Li, people have the freedom to dress, you still want to go in Transform it?"

Rape/prostitution, whoring/prostitutes are deep-fried in a frying pan until golden and crispy... Drain, and then return to the original state the next day before frying.

Those sentenced to the ninth floor of hell are all prostitutes/prostitutes who passed STDs to family members for 30 years, or forcibly performed against the other party’s will, and what’s more, they beat them back afterwards. Such people will be sentenced to different years according to the degree of evil.

Correctional education is not as effective as a frying pan, and that pervert known as Lao Li immediately hid in the crowd and dared not look any more.

"Are we going to cross the bridge too?" Ling Xi asked nervously looking at the crowds of people crowded together in front of him.

Because souls are elastic, they can be compressed together in one place, densely packed, and even ten Spring Festival travel train stations can't match this density.

Wuzai had already put down the passengers and led the convoy to turn around and go to pick up the next batch.

Bai Tingting and the others lined up to cross the bridge under the guidance of the staff, Ao Hong said gently: "It's okay, I'm here."

As he spoke, he took him to the bridge, crossed the Naihe Bridge to wash away the imprint of the mortal world, and after drinking Mengpo soup, the world was like a dream.

But the two of them are obviously not affected, with Ao Hong protecting each other, the ghosts around them are like water waves swaying to both sides, Lingxi even has time to admire the totem emblem on Naihe Shiqiao.

"What's that?" Ling Xi asked in a low voice.

"A sentence in Sanskrit is deeply thoughtful, like a secret treasure." There was a bit of respect in Ao Hong's voice, which was left by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

He didn't explain it, Lingxi seemed to understand it, but felt that the sentence was quite profound and contained a lot, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"What about the next sentence?" Ling Xi asked in awe, with some caution, he vaguely saw that there were many lines engraved immediately below this sentence, the fonts were different, as if they were written by different people.

"Liu Ming, tongs." Ao Hong said helplessly, his expression darkened.