Vegetable Husband: I love you so much, I pretend

Hao Bufan bit his lip and finally lay down.

No matter what secrets the teacher has, he will always be on his side.

riverside.

Hearing the screams, everyone got out of the tents one after another, and soon the entire shore was illuminated by torches.

The old village chief's heart was beating so fast that he almost fell down.

As a result, when he walked next to Song Yu, he saw nothing.

As soon as he lowered his head, he was faced with a face that was swollen into a pig's head!

"Hiss!" the old village chief gasped.

Song Yu:.
Everyone: .
Ling Yan slowly flicked his sleeves and stretched out his hand to apply some herbs on the person's face: "So... there is no ghost, but Mr. Song is so ugly by himself?"

Song Yu: ^&%!$#&%
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Song Yu's face was caused by mosquito bites. After applying Ling Yan's special plaster, the rotten pustules soon began to scab.

It doesn't hurt at all, and the herbal medicine is still cold and cool after applying it, which is very comfortable.

But the sad thing is that he didn't wait for his female ghost in red.

No ferocious beasts appeared.

As if everything last night was a dream.

Song Yu was still a little reluctant, but he knew that he couldn't continue to make trouble, otherwise he would be the one who would lose the most.

He took the initiative to admit his mistake to the people in the village in front of the camera, and then ordered several more cars to pick up the program crew and others for free.

After installing all the shooting equipment, the director found Song Yu at the entrance of the village.

"Mr. Song, I hope you can confirm where we will shoot the next episode tonight. Send it to me tonight at the latest. I have to book the tickets."

"Although you can't usually buy air tickets at special prices, don't worry, I will try my best to save you money." The director said sincerely.

Cough, cough, cough - Song Yu's breath came up again, causing him to cough crazily.

"No. The air ticket is also mine?"

He just spent 20 to rent the venue, okay? !
The five-star hotel on the seaside in Nanhai costs 1000 yuan for a group purchase, okay?
A hint of complexity flashed in the director's big sincere eyes: "What if it's not?"

"Or if there are many cars at your home, we can also let you go by car. But it takes 18 hours from here to the South China Sea."

"I personally have no objection, I just don't know what everyone will think if it's filmed?"

Song Yu:.
Song Yu gritted his teeth: "Buy! Buy a plane ticket! No, buy the most expensive one!"

Song Yu: "Buy first class, we won't fly in business class."

Song Yu said through gritted teeth, already thinking about how to let those trolls take the lead after the show airs.

It’s hard to find good, honest and kind people these days, but there are dark villains who are jealous of others’ wealth all over the Internet.

Director: "Okay, Mr. Song."

Hao Bufan happened to be passing by, and when he heard this, he added: "You don't need to buy me and Ling Bingbing, I'll go with my uncle."

Uncle?

Song Yu immediately thought of Hao Youqian that night.

He was so busy looking for a female ghost that he forgot there was a ghost!
Hearing this, he looked behind Hao Bufan, with a hint of coolness and coldness at the corner of his mouth: "Has Master Hao forgotten that you no longer have the right to inherit the Hao family? That little aunt of yours won't take you with her when she goes out."

Hao Bufan smiled calmly and said: "As long as my surname is Hao and I don't do anything harmful to nature, we will be a family."

Song Yu: "Really? Then Mr. Hao must continue to work hard."

Hao Bufan nodded: "Of course, after all, I don't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

Song Yu's face was red and blue, he shook his sleeves and left.

Watching him leave, Hao Bufan turned his head and looked in the direction of the Taoist temple.

Just as he was about to slide the wheelchair, the little Taoist priest ran out and stuffed a bundle into his arms. "Master Hao, this is what my uncle asked me to hand over to you."

"What about others?" Hao Bufan took it with both hands and held it in his arms carefully, his eyes still looking into the distance.

Little Taoist: "Uncle Master? He is in seclusion."

Hao Bufan: "Retreat?"

The little Taoist priest tilted his head and looked at him strangely: "Don't you know? Grandmaster has to go into seclusion from time to time, especially on the 15th day of the lunar month. He was going to go into seclusion on the [-]th day of the last lunar month, but someone came from the mountain. He There’s no retreat.”

Hao Bufan was heartbroken and subconsciously grabbed the little Taoist priest's shoulders: "Then what impact will it have on him if he doesn't retreat? For example, he will be a werewolf or something. Will he transform on the full moon?"

If the teacher is so elegant and elegant, he shouldn't be a wolf, then he might be.
Become a girl?
! !
Hao Bufan's heart was beating very fast.

"Donor Hao?"

"Donor Hao?"

"Are you okay?" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, the little Taoist priest raised his hand and waved in front of him. When there was no response, he had to pat his arm gently with his hand.

The unfamiliar touch instantly brought him back to his senses. Hao Bufan's pupils suddenly enlarged and then shrank, and his long eyelashes drooped.

"I'm fine. Sorry, I just got distracted."

The little Taoist priest waved his hand calmly: "What a big deal."

After saying that, he held his chin with one hand and looked at his eyes seriously: "But Donor Hao, your face is so red, are you really okay?"

"Although my uncle is in seclusion, the master of the temple is still there. If you feel uncomfortable, he can show it to you."

"No, I'm fine. Maybe it's just a little hot. If I'm overheated, I'll leave first." After Hao Bufan finished speaking, he turned the wheelchair and got in the car.

The little Taoist priest looked at his back and then looked up at the sky.

It's almost winter here in the mountains. Is it still hot even though Donor Hao is only wearing short sleeves?

He was full of doubts and shook his head in confusion.

It’s so difficult for adults to understand these days.

At night, behind the mountain.

The old village chief came to the lake alone again and worked on the ugly rocks by the lake.

Not long after, a white figure floated out from the jungle in the distance.

It was none other than Ling Yan who was in seclusion.

"Old Ancestor." The old village chief got down on one knee and said with an annoyed look on his face: "This is all my fault. I didn't check the formation this month, and someone took advantage of it."

Ling Yan stood by the lake, looking calmly into the distance, and said without saltiness, "It's not your fault that you can't stop what's coming."

The old village chief did not raise his head: "What about you?"

Ling Yan: "You can go down the mountain."

"What!" The old village chief was startled at first, then kowtowed crazily.

"Ancestor, I know I was wrong, please don't abandon us."

"We have guarded this place for hundreds of years. This is our home. Where else can we go if we leave here?"

Ling Yan waved his hand, and invisible power overflowed from him and flowed to the old village chief.

The force slowly lifted him up from the ground, making it impossible for him to knock down anymore.

"You misunderstood, I didn't mean to abandon you."

"It's just that the time has come, you don't have to protect me anymore."

The old village chief was stunned: "But your body."

Ling Yan: "It's okay. If you go into seclusion again, it should be fine."

Maybe God was helping him. He didn't interfere at all this time. Instead, Bingbing collected energy very smoothly, and he even got an interesting little thing.
Thinking of the little thing's look when they parted in the afternoon, the corners of Ling Yan's lips curved up.