Little ginseng lived in her new home beautifully and was moved to the windowsill, facing the bright moon, the moon was pure, and she couldn't help but take a few breaths. It was this smell.

Only Si Lengyue looked at the old and broken pot, and endured it again and again, saying, "Is this pot a little unsuitable? Is there a flower pot made of jade? Why don't I send it here? This spiritual energy is more."

After all, it is a thousand-year-old ginseng that has cultivated wisdom. It is a bit cold to use a broken pot as a home. Next time I get a jade item.

When the little ginseng spirit heard it, he jumped to Si Lengyue. It must be the little girl of the Si family, who is beautiful and kind-hearted.

"How can I be so embarrassed? I thank you. When I make ginseng fruit, I will give you one."

Qin Liuxi sneered: "Can you change the bad habit of painting this big cake? I have drawn a few pictures, but I didn't see the burden. I made several promises, and you brag all over the sky."

Little Ginseng Sperm: "…"

Qin Liuxi said to Si Lengyue again: "Don't worry about it, there is a pottery jar for it to live in. It's its luck. I don't like it, so I'll throw it away."

She acted to push the pottery jar.

The little ginseng spirit screamed, lying on his hands, feet and feet, and said anxiously: "I don't like it. What you made is the smelly stones in the pit, and I can also like it."

It was afraid that Qin Liuxi would really destroy its new home, so it quickly rolled back into the soil, looked at Qin Liuxi with one head, and said, "Thank you to do it hard, don't waste it."

Qin Liuxi snorted, not getting rid of it.

Little Ginseng Sperm feels aggrieved. It seems that she can only give her a result sooner.

Qin Liuxi saw it calm down, thought for a while, and said, "Xiao Shen, you are a treasure of heaven and earth, and have existed for thousands of years. Have you heard of the blood curse of the Si family? Do you know the black witch who spelled the Si family?"

The little ginseng spirit lay on the edge of the pottery jar and said, "I heard a little, and I heard from Zhou Le, the former northern ghost king. I remember that a hundred years ago, there was a black witch named Gong Xianben, who was a rare genius in a century. He was named the Black Witch Saint. Under her leadership, the power of the Black Witch Saint Palace has been rising step by step, and there are more and more church members, and there is a rhythm that surpasses the White Witch Saint Power."

Qin Liuxi and Si Lengyue looked at each other.

"Zhou Le didn't let me go out of Gengdong Mountain. He said there were many people outside and many evil spirits. Once I had such a good ginseng, I would definitely be caught and I wouldn't be left..." Little Ginseng Jing mentioned Zhou Le, and his expression was a little lonely. Speaking of it, it was really able to cultivate wisdom under Zhou Le's protection, but now Zhou Le is gone.

"Don't be sad about spring and autumn, continue to say." Qin Liuxi interrupted its remembrance and sighed.

Cold-blooded and ruthless scum.

The little ginseng spirit muttered in his heart and continued, "I don't know much about it if I don't leave Gengdong Mountain, but Gengdong Mountain also has many ghosts and monsters running around. But when I heard some news, the one I talked about the most was the Black Witch Saint named Gong Xianben. What is it? Is it a love brain?"

Qin Liuxi: “…”

The little ginseng spirit supported her chin and recalled: "I heard that Gong Xianbing was for her mistress, no, her man directly opposed the elders of the Black Witch and turned the entire Black Holy Palace into her one-man show."

Qin Liuxi was very interested: "What's the matter?"

"Then?" Little Ginseng Jing thought for a while: "Didn't you be killed by their Si family? Yes, that man is the little saint who is not passed down by the Si family and has been kept outside. Tsk tsk, I heard a Polygonum multiflorum at that time say that the saint son looks like a slut, but he didn't expect to be a sloppy scumbag. As expected, the man is too beautiful and unreliable. Maybe he is a black sesame stuffing or a poisonous black sesame stuffing that can kill him in one bite."

Qin Liuxi: "!"

She looked at Si Lengyue, who held her forehead with a look of embarrassment.

Qin Liuxi coughed and glared at the little ginseng spirit: "You have a mouth, huh."

After realizing the little ginseng essence, he thought that it was the ancestor of Si Xiaomeiren, and quickly remedyed it: "I heard from you, not everyone is like this. Like Xiao Yueyue, you are a beautiful and kind-hearted person."

Si Lengyue smiled slightly: "It's okay."

"What other information is available besides these gossips?" Qin Liuxi asked.

Little Ginseng Jing said: "It's just these gossips, I'll listen to them..."

"What's the point of asking for you!" Qin Liuxi glared at it.

The little ginseng figurine shrank and felt pitiful. Si Lengyue hurriedly said, "Don't scare it, it has never left Gengdong Mountain, it is not surprising."

It’s better for Si Xiaomei.

The little ginseng spirit threw it over with gratitude, thought for a while and said, "But I heard from a little devil that I didn't know the true or false after meeting Gong Xianben."

“Tell me.”

Little Ginseng Jing thought for a while and said, "The little ghost said that Gong Xianbing cut open his stomach, took out a baby, and then sewed it on himself, drawing a talisman array with the blood of the baby. However, the little ghost was used to bragging, and there were only a few things that were really true. We all regarded him as bragging, and everyone just thought it was fun."

Si Lengyue frowned and said, "The ancestors never said this, they only said that the Black Witch Saint offered sacrifices to their souls in the Black Holy Palace."

"No, it's not the Black Holy Palace." said the Little Ginseng Spirit: "The little ghost said he saw it in Black Mountain."

When Si Lengyue heard this, her brows locked deeper. She knew that she was carrying this blood curse, and she was not just waiting for death. She had also read the records of her ancestors, which all said that the Black Witch Saint sacrificed her soul at the altar of the Black Holy Palace, and died with blood. She put this hundred-year blood curse."

"What's this little devil's name?" Qin Liuxi asked.

Little Ginseng Sperm: "Who knows what his name is? We all call him a bragging ghost. I heard that he loved bragging very much during his lifetime, and was beaten to death after blowing his skin. But it was useless to ask, he was reincarnated."

Qin Liuxi gently knocked on the table and said, "So, do you think what this little guy said is true or false."

"You're taking a test of me. Even if you listen to these gossips, they have nothing to do with me. How could I tell whether it is true or false... Oh, don't stare, isn't what I said the truth?" The little ginseng spirit quickly stretched out and tried to press her mouth, saying, "If it weren't for the beautiful Si, how could I remember the Si family? I have lived too long and have heard and seen many of them. How could I think about everything?"

"I don't want to live for a long time, right? I'll give you a ride, see if you can." Qin Liuxi stretched out his claws to pull its leaves.

The little ginseng spirit dodged, begged for mercy, and contributed a small fibrous root to escape the demon claws of the demon star.

It pulled the leaves on its head that were pulled a few pieces, buried it in the soil miserably, and became autistic.

Too bad.
Chapter completed!