Pick up a corpse to be reborn: Miss Ghost

Chapter 112

Following behind Steward Ma, he walked into the first room on the left hand side of the upstairs, and he saw that earth-shaking changes had taken place inside. This dilapidated room known as the upper room has become elegant and comfortable.

The authentic proprietress Pan Qiaoer was very dissatisfied with the way they changed the decoration of her inn, she frowned slightly.But Su Xingzhi secretly tugged her, signaling her not to offend "her" big client.

Mr. Ma Jing sat in front of the Eight Immortals table, and when he saw them coming in, he smiled at them: "Please sit down."

The three sat down as promised, and hot tea and delicate pastries were immediately placed in front of them.

"Please use."

Atletico Madrid opened the folding fan with a "swish", and shook it gently, the clothes fluttered with the movement, and the two strands of hair hung down, drawing an elegant arc.

The white clothes are like snow, and the warmth is like jade.

He fanned gently and smiled softly.

Pan Qiao'er looked at his picturesque profile, and couldn't help asking a few words.

"Master, are you hot? Why do you keep fanning?"

Atletico's smile froze for a moment. Maybe he was really blind, and he was very careless when it came to love, but usually he was still a clever kid.

"That's right, the Dragon Boat Festival hasn't arrived yet, and it rained just now, so it's a bit chilly." Yan Nianzhen nodded slightly, agreeing.

The corners of Atletico Madrid's eyes also began to stiffen.

"You two are really dumb. This is the legend of being handsome. This is the same belief as those girls who resolutely don't wear cotton jackets in winter." Su Xingzhi kindly explained the doubts.

Pan Qiaoer, Yan Nianzhen (suddenly realized): "Oh."

Atletico Madrid: "..."

After brushing off the black lines all over his head, Atletico Madrid re-introduced with sparkling eyes: "Actually, my fan is my weapon."

"No way? People still use fans as weapons?" Pan Qiaoer looked at Su Xingzhi.

"More people use it in summer, right? But in winter, they still hold the fan and shake it. Either they are stupid or tell the enemy: This is my weapon." Su Xingzhi explained seriously.

Pan Qiaoer and Yan Nianzhen (received instruction): "Oh!"

Atletico Madrid was about to cry, dying: "My fan is made of fine steel, and there are organs inside, which can fire 49 hidden weapons every time."

"What's the matter, the fan of Gu Qingcheng, who was very charming with a slight smile back then, can fire eight or sixty-four hidden weapons." Yan Nianzhen pouted.

"Oh, this record was later broken by Duan Lingbo, the young prince of Nanling. His fan can fire ninety-nine and 81 hidden weapons." Su Xingzhi drank tea.

"I saw a busker on the street a few days ago. His fan can conjure flowers, pigeons, and rabbits." Pan Qiaoer slowly curled her hair with her fingers.

Atletico hit their heads on the table.

(End of this chapter)