It was almost eleven o'clock for the two to go home, and they were broadcasting live. Lin Ya was hand-off, and it was still the leave requested by Qiao Leran on Weibo.

Lin Ya's live broadcast style is too personal, her beauty is too good, and she became very popular. Not long after it started, the video has become popular twice: once was a live broadcast video edited by fans. In the video, the roommate of the little honkan frequently made a golden sentence to make everyone laugh. With the anchor's magical beauty bonus, the video was ten thousand turns; once, the roommate of the little honkan was deceived by Lao Yinbi using vulgar means, and she was very unhappy. The anchor was vengeful for love and chased Lao Yinbi for thousands of miles away, and with the poison, he pushed Lao Yinbi to death outside the circle, which was both arrogant and pampered, attracting a large group of people who were thug.

Seeing Lin Ya's Weibo fans soaring, Qiao Leran was afraid that his random postings would affect his image, so he took over Weibo. At first, he tried to imitate Lin Ya's simple and rough way of speaking, but he was seen through just posting two. Contemporary netizens are really Sherlock Holmes per capita.

Fortunately, the audience accepted the model of endorsement by Xiao Pokémon roommates and was not serious. Just patronizing him and exposing him was simply a joke, and no one said he was lying.

Before going to bed, Qiao Leran posted on Lin Ya's Weibo account and frustrated to read the comments under the latest Weibo. The comments were all about making a fuss to ask the little speaker roommate to post photos.

He didn't plan to show his face in the live broadcast room, but he was all the audience. He praised Lin Ya in barrage all day long, and he was so proud that he wanted to be praised. A few days ago, when he accompanied Lin Ya to live broadcast, he was shocked by the gods, which made Lin Ya laugh. The iceberg god laughed at the screen, and the barrage was crazy, and the rooster cried loudly. Qiao Leran was so itchy that he looked at it. He happily leaned into the front of the camera and rubbed his little love's popularity: "Hello everyone, everyone, take a look, I'm actually okay."

A few seconds later... the screaming barrage made the monitor three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Ahhhhh my roommate's face!!!"

"Please get your certificate in place! Now! Now!"

"Little Laba actually has this - so beautiful! I thought that people who talk so much would have a very developed facial muscle..."

"Muscles on the face are so rich that I laughed to death!"

"Let me let go of this little trumpet and let me blow it."

"The front, chicken cage warning :)"

The audience was kowtowing, and the camera was suddenly turned away toward the white wall. After a few seconds, a male voice far away was intermittently transmitted into the live broadcast room, exuding anger: "... Show it for others... No... It's not okay to talk or play..."

As a result, the little roommate of the speaker never showed his face again. He let the barrage bend and no matter how he beats the anchor, he still calmly refused to show it.

After this little episode, the size of the CP fans of the anchor x roommate increased several times. There have been people in the Weibo comments to show off their beautiful love. Qiao Leran came up to help Lin Ya take a leave and was urged to get married. He was unstable at this moment, and every word he saw was eye-catching.

Where does the beautiful love come from? It’s just a clear price. If he doesn’t spend money to buy things, will Lin Ya still chase him and kill people? Will he tilt his head and let him touch it? Will he still pick him up on rainy days and not let him step on water? No, adults can be realistic.

Qiao Leran curled up in the quilt and felt sad. It turned out that money really couldn't buy happiness.

It’s really bad to be too innocent. If you have a kiss, please make a few words of good-heartedness and save a few times in the game, why do you feel empty?

I had known that I had started falling in love early in elementary school. Qiao Leran regretted it and was confused for half a night before falling asleep.

...

On the other side, Lin Ya was full of evil fire and had nowhere to vent. After he had agreed to what Nie didn't shout to Qiao Leran, he had to do what he said. He patrolled around the villa, trying to grab a strong man and grind his claws, but he couldn't find a suitable one for a long time. Under the wall, there were a few weak and harmless vegetation monsters curled up under the wall. As soon as he smelled the dragon breath, he was scared to separate the pollen and incontinence of the wall. Lin Ya never killed this.

Thinking of the innocent mountain spirits who were beaten some time ago, Lin Ya decided to go back to Longtan Mountain to take a look.

The Dragon God Temple is still the same. He hasn't come back to live for a long time, but the mountain spirits and smear the head of the house, dragging a wet rag in groups to plaster.

"Oh, Master is back."

"The face is so long, don't let Xiaolangjun go to bed."

"Well, Zun Shang went back to his parents' home to see what's wrong. Can you say something auspicious?"

"Anyway, it's a yellow-flowered old bachelor. I've been sleeping. If the young man dares to abandon him, I will bite him."

"Bite his face!"

"Jump up and bite!"

The noise is as loud as the five Qiao Lerans.

Lin Ya has developed the good habit of automatically filtering nonsense to protect his ears. He doesn't respond and just leans over to look at these noisy gadgets.

The calyx of the forsythia is torn apart, the dandelion is half bald, and the flowers of the summer dead grass are pulled...

The vegetation monster is not afraid of lacking branches and leaves. As long as the roots are there, the spring breeze will blow and the pain will not be very sensitive, but it looks very miserable.

"Who beat it?" Lin Ya frowned.

“We don’t know each other either.”

"The little chrysanthemum saw it near the cave in the north two days ago, and was so scared that she ran away quickly."

"It's so evil. The dog... can definitely hear it with a good nose."

"It's human, and it looks much bigger than us."

"You have to buy tickets when you take the train, right? You're bullying the children."

"Disrespected for the elderly."

"Don't respect for the old man!"

Lin Ya: “…”

There is a cliff north of Longtan Mountain. A cave was dug up on the cliff by people who practiced up the mountain many years ago to practice and meditation. Later, the people disappeared and the cave was still there. A few years ago, a nest of bats were occupied.

Now, there are only a few piles of bat bones left in the hole, with fine tooth marks remaining on the bones.

Lin Ya was on all sides, his nose was close to the dry rock surface on the ground and smelled it, and indeed he caught a wisp of remaining demonic energy.

The demonic aura of monsters is similar to the body odor of mortals. It is inherently different, and can be detected by similar people with sensitive sense of smell. The difference is that the smell of monsters can largely reflect the nature and original form of monsters. The monster that came from the west slope has a strong demonic aura and is very good at Taoism, but the taste is warm and warm, long and straight, not like an evil thing that harms people.

Lin Ya sniffed a few sips and recorded the smell. Just as he was about to go up and track it, a small head suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hole.

He was a five or six-year-old child, dressed in rags and looked fierce. He had a few green leaves on his head, and the green leaves were also carrying a cluster of small pink flowers. A long red head rope was tied around his head, not braided, nor did he look like a fruit vendor tied up watermelons for the sake of convenience.

When the child saw someone in the cave, he was stunned. In this moment, Lin Ya had turned into a true form and rushed towards him.

"Ah!" The child bullied the mountain spirit very much, but when he saw the dragon, he was also timid, and his neck shrank and pulled the vines to fly up the cliff.

Lin Ya floated silently behind him.

The child crawled a few meters hard, turned his head to investigate the enemy situation, and directly met a pair of giant red eyes like molten fire, and was so scared that Zier screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Lin Ya said in a slight manner: "I can fly."

After speaking, he held the child with one claw, flew to the top of the mountain and patted it on the ground. He asked in a cold voice: "What has changed?"

Before he finished speaking, the paws suddenly disappeared. The child, who was about one meter and two, shrank into something less than twenty centimeters, drilled out of his claws and pulled his feet and ran wildly. There were two main legs under the red and yellow torso, which were thick and strong, and they were rushing back and forth very quickly and soundly. Wherever he passed, the soil was flying, many slender legs and arms were waving in the wind, and the small flowers on his head were swaying...

It turned out to be a ginseng plant.

Lin Ya: “…”

According to common sense, it is a ginseng plant, but it seems that the pig's sudden momentum is not bad. It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that one ginseng and one ginseng.

Lin Ya caught up with her, put her head on and patted the ginseng doll.

Qianli, who was secretly ambushing and watching the fun, jumped around from behind the tree, holding up the lens and sarcastically: "Oh, it turns out to be a personal ginseng doll."

Other mountain spirits who were revengeful also emerged from the corners and ridiculed the ginseng dolls.

"The ginseng doll looks like this. Why do I look like a carrot?"

"Hehe, the carrot has a beard and is ginseng."

The ginseng doll cursed in a slight manner: "I am your ginseng dad!"

Then he rushed to the death and the carp beat him up.

"Be honest." Lin Ya was impatient, and pressed the ginseng doll with big claws, rolling him on the ground twice.

"Sir, Master!" Qianli ran over with his right eye, "We can't use ginseng dolls. But if ordinary people eat it, they will improve their lifespan and strengthen their bodies. Take one leg for the young man to eat. It will be enough for the young man to live for decades, and they will also have a clear ear and eye, and will not suffer from all diseases. How good is it."

Lin Ya seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

The ginseng doll screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhh don't remove my legs!" It was noisy as much as Mandela grass.

Qianli also winked at his left eye and told his private grudge that he had left behind after the vitreous body: "No, the Lord still has a life of thousands of years, but the mortals are only a hundred years old. The little man is an immortal who travels down to the earth and has to ascend to the end after his body dies... Immortal, a drop of water in the sea of ​​the 'Dao of Heaven' has no emotions and desires. Even if the little man is grateful for the Lord's love, and remembers the Lord's kindness to him, he must let the Lord be a widow."

"When the little husband who has become a little immortal, he will not kick the Lord out of bed?"

"Fool, there are no legs for immortals."

"Yes, the immortal has no legs."

"Wouldn't that immortal have no butt?"

"I can't even have a mouth, the immortal is just a ball of spiritual energy, invisible and intangible."

"It's so miserable, where is that person stuffing it..."

Lin Ya's old face was hot and she shouted in a low voice: "Shut up!"

The ginseng doll was still flapping, Lin Ya lowered her eyes and stared at the red rope above the ginseng's head, thinking about something.

The red rope tied a dead knot on the stem of the leaf. There were a few extremely tiny and dim light spots floating beside the knot. If it weren't for the darkness and the poisonous eyes of Lin Ya, it would be impossible to see it.

Since ancient times, ginseng pickers have always had the custom of tieing red ropes to the ginseng they have picked, but the head of this ginseng doll is definitely not an ordinary red rope.

"Who tied it?" Lin Ya fiddled with the knot.

"There is someone who wants to cultivate immortality..." The ginseng doll was stunned and said unbelievably, "Do you dare to touch it? Your hands are not broken? Are you afraid of the curse he puts?"

Lin Ya fiddled with two more knots and said contemptuously: "Caibi."

It's also because I've played too many games.

The ginseng doll made a weak, pitiful and helpless voice: "That immortal cultivator can't beat me, so he secretly tied a red rope to me. He can find me wherever I go. This broken rope made him curse. Whoever touched the bad hands? After so many years, I hid and didn't even dare to wash my head... "

"You're still moaning, aren't you ginseng dad?" Qianli's right eye became flat - I heard that narrowing himself can increase his momentum.

Ginseng dolls are valuable and digging. They deal with ginseng pickers all year round. They run away every day and make their homes. They are different from the mountain spirits grown in these honey pots. When the grass leaves turn, they change their turtles when they see the wind, rubbing the ginseng beards and said, "I am a baby ginseng, oh."

Lin Ya: “…”

The ginseng doll hugged her thighs wildly: "I shave my stairs for you, give me as much as I grow in the future, please help me untie the rope, please!"

The author has something to say:

Lele: I guess I was telling the story to the Jade Emperor when I was an immortal.

The ginseng doll is a little gangster in the mountain spirit.
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