Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"I'm the only one who suffers from collecting such an unscrupulous uncle like you."

"I..." Mr. Mei listened blankly at first, but when he heard the last few sentences, he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Baolian, can you stop being so funny?" Mr. Mei laughed with tears in his eyes.

"Uncle——" Duanmu Baolian approached him, stretched out her hand, stroked his face, and asked with a smile, "Has anyone ever told you that you actually look like a vampire?"

Mr. Mei was taken aback, and only then did he realize that Duanmu Baolian was sitting opposite him, but at this moment, she actually moved to his side, and directly reached out to touch his face.

Of course, if he touches it, he also recognizes it. Anyway, they are all hers, and even his innocence is gone. What is he afraid of?Isn't it just for the little girl to touch it?

But why does she always say that she is like a vampire?He has nothing to do with the blood race.

"I'm not a blood race." Mr. Mei grabbed her little hand to prevent her little paw from being restless and groping—God knows, he was a little ticklish, and when she touched him, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to move son.

"It's just a bit similar." Duanmu Baolian said, "Didn't you say last time that you were going to South Africa to catch me a vampire and give me a pet? I'll forget it, and just pack you up and give it to me. Anyway, you are like a vampire... ..."

"I have to say, I have nothing to do with the blood race." Mr. Mei's head was about to grow big, but Duanmu Baolian was leaning against him so softly, her little paws were still groping around restlessly. .

"Baolian, we don't talk about vampires." Mr. Mei had to change the subject, even if he was killed, he would not admit that he was like a vampire.

Although the vampire in the Twilight Saga looks very handsome...all the little girls nowadays like it, but that has nothing to do with him.

"Baolian, why are all the elms eaten by ghosts?" Mr. Mei was very curious, what kind of theory is this?Elm is a kind of wood, but he doesn't seem to have seen it, nor does he know it.

"This—" Duanmu Baolian didn't know how to explain this question. After thinking about it, she said, "I read a book not long ago. It is said that elm wood is more attractive to ghosts, and if ghosts are hungry, will eat elm."

"Is there such a saying?" Mr. Mei laughed, "Then what kind of wood drives ghosts?"

"Peachwood." Duanmu Baolian said, "So, the swords that Taoists use to drive away ghosts are all made of peachwood."

"Baolian, what nonsense books do you read when you have nothing to do?" Mr. Mei frowned and said, this is obviously not a good-looking book, it is completely nonsense.

"Read everything!" Duanmu Baolian smiled, she was telling the truth, she had a lot of distractions, and she liked to read some messy books.

She also knew what Mr. Mei meant, and smiled immediately: "That book is still very interesting. It is said that to judge whether a ghost is hungry or not, you mainly look at the grass on the grave..."

Mr. May had a creepy feeling.

But Duanmu Baolian continued in a mischievous manner: "The book says that if the ghost is evil, the grass on the grave will grow wildly, so if you see grass growing on the grave, you must stay away. Those are demons."

"Dinner, don't talk about these messy things." Although Mr. Mei didn't shy away from talking about ghosts and gods, he also felt that goosebumps appeared on his body.