Chinese Almanac Master

On the day of the valley rain, the purple air filled the sky and the glow of the sun appeared.

Half the sky was lit when the little saint of the Deng family, who had been in her mother's belly for so long as she was unscientific, was born. Municipal women's and children's health centers were only born this day, many doctors were surprised, and Xiao Nan's candles were unexpected.

“On the birthday of the saint, the other mortal commoners certainly dared not to be born on this day, let alone the hospital in y city. Even elsewhere, few children are born, but he was born in the rain in the valley, and you are soaked. In the future, after his adult holiness, you must also raise your price...”

Xiao Nan's explanation of candles made Gu Yun happy. For this reason, the young lady deliberately brought some fresh fruit poured by the gu rain to the hospital to visit the newly born saint and his parents. The arrival of the beautiful woman who somehow appeared in the ward with something in her hand was obviously somewhat obscure. Even more so, there was no explanation for her near-pleasant smile. Xiaonan Candles only laughed, but did not proactively explain.

The newborn saint was very healthy, fat and wrinkled, like all newborn children, but there was already a natural spirit in the courtyard. At first glance, Jiang Wen meant to ask Xiao Nan candle to help give him a Jili name, and Xiao Nan candle shook his head and simply refused.

A person's name is, to some extent, the first gift given to them by their parents to come to this world. Although there are often people in this society who seek the fortunes of Fong Shi to change their name, this fortune is one thing, but it also breaks their own number of lives. The word "name" is the most precious, a person called to the name will naturally react with a head up or turn around, is the spell imposed on you, so because of this, Xiao Nan candle can not break the rules to replace his parents to name the little saint, only give Deng Tian a small suggestion when leaving soon.

“Mr. Shaw, do you mean the child must be given a slut name? I used to only hear that some ill children had to have a bad little name to support them. My son..."

Deng Tang stood at the entrance of the corridor and looked nervous. When he became a father, this sense of responsibility suddenly came up. He also became more concerned and concerned about his wife and children. Xiaonan candle at the sight first showed him not to be impatient, lifted his chin for a while and thought,

“Life is too good. You can suppress bravery even if you raise an ugly name. This child is a unique boy's life. If you don't hide him well, he may be taken away in the future...”

Speaking of which, Xiao Nan Candle did not continue to say the following words. After all, it is better to hide the ill-gotten words in his own heart. If he says it, it is not good for Yan Ling to do so. Because this relatively important business has been closed, Xiao Nan Candle also intends to take a few days off temporarily and put on a schedule his previous plans to take New Year's Eve back to the Huaxia settlement.

During this time, he has not stopped to continue the work of reviving the old calendar festival. There are things in front of him. It is naturally a lot easier to talk about other calendar gods, but the more he learns, the more he discovers how complicated the situation on New Year's Eve is, and apart from bringing him back to the Huaxia, Xiaonan Candle can only admit that he is unwilling to do anything about the situation at hand.

Huaxia congregation is deep behind the cliffs behind the cold mountains, according to Jizai, there are people hiding beneath the chiseled ladder over the blue clouds, because in the late Qing dynasty crisis, these people will never go back to find them unless they go out on their own initiative, so although the local government has been trying to develop tourism in recent years, Huaxia congregation still does not exist on the map of Province C, the reason is that the divided congregation was cast by the last big witch of late Qing with his own blood.

“Only those of pure descent who do not stain foreign filth can enter. The rest of us have to guard against the inappropriate endangerment of my dragon veins. ”

There are countless crises hidden in the heavens and clouds of the Ji ethnic group, except for real ethnic people like Ji Zai and Xiao Nan candles, no one can come near, the evil filth on New Year's Eve cannot be removed, and there must be no way for Ji Zai to enter the past, and there is obviously no way for Ji Zai to do this.

“Ah Xiao, if you want to take New Year's Eve in, it won't work. There's something hidden on the way up, you haven't seen it and you don't know it, but I've seen it since I was a kid... do you know Mountain Haijing? The one with a lot of endangered animals in it, that big witch left behind is this spell, paper soul, these demonic beasts are all paper shaped, but it's a lot of power... although they won't attack us proactively, as long as there are outsiders close, they will be merciless cannibals... and you bring outsiders in as one of our people, it's a felony, I know you may not care, but..."

Just thinking that he was chased by those strangely shaped and grumpy ancient monsters all over the mountains, Ji Zhai was going to cry under his mask, and thinking about the situation that might be punished by the whole family, he had even more headaches. Xiao Nan candles said that if he frowned thoughtfully, he still rubbed his eyebrows and said irritably.

“If it doesn't work, just barge in. I can't wait for him. When things are over, I will bear all the consequences...”

After all, all I've ever wanted in my life was for him to change his body and not be tortured.

Ultimately, the words contained in his mouth did not say anything, and Xiao Nan's candles began to be prepared after Ji Zai decided to leave on the day Xiao Man was about to leave.

Strangely enough, after that night, he could no longer find the New Year's Eve magic map. He asked where the painting had gone, but the look on the face of the man in red had shown that the painting should have been handled by him in advance. Xiaonan candles had some doubts about it, but seeing his face was always bad and he didn't say too much harsh words against him, and since then their relationship has been a lot colder and less distant than before.

Because of his implicit personality, his relationship with Xiaonan Candle had always been obscured before New Year's Eve. Many calendar gods knew that he did not live in the calendar at night, but they all closed one eye. Except for a hairy boy like Qing Ming, who knew nothing, there was probably nothing that Xiaonan Candle and New Year's Eve King had a relationship between one leg and many legs.

Xiao Nan candle this person is strange, for his own beauty is generally cared for, afraid that the short appearance of his injuries touching makes people really speechless, but since the night of the fight, he has always felt that there was something wrong with this person who was once opposed to himself in the morning and evening.

It still seemed to be that poor speech, silent oligarchy New Year's Eve, but Xiaonan candles always felt that he was unusual and seemed not to be so depressed anymore. There was a smell that could not be said in the throwing room, perhaps because he was more vigilant himself, so he did not immediately express such doubts on his face, but continued to do his thing quietly, and did not diminish much attention to New Year's Eve, just slightly postponed his original plan to start.

This appearance of Xiaonan candle did not detect anything, but there was some distant ambiguity that made him enjoy all this fresh stuff now. He thought that this mortal was just obsessed with this body shell, but now it seems to be a little different. So he more and more vigorously left the existence of Xiaonan candle in all sorts of bad words for several days, and after still not getting the results he wanted, he deliberately made another thing while Xiaonan candle was away one day.

The beast can't speak from birth, but it is incredibly dependent on the body and breath of New Year's Eve. Before New Year's Eve, when he was sneaked into the body, he could detect it, but Eve was not any sneak, so even he could not tell.

Evening saw that the beast, who was raised on New Year's Eve as gentle as a family dog, felt extra stinging, the malice in the bottom of his heart was spilling more quickly, he could not see from the bottom of his heart the same New Year's Eve that the beast had lost his dignity, and more because he was angry at his provocative gradual indifference, so when he sat on the edge of his calendar and watched the beast shake his tail close to him, he first provoked a glorious eyebrow, then suddenly kicked the beast out without warning.

“Bitch. ”

At this time, there is not only one person in the house. Today's calendar God on duty is a very ordinary day. He is cleaning the room outside the calendar, so he has not noticed the situation here at all. The old beast falls to the ground with a howl. His stomach is bruised with sunset kicks. He cries like a weeping beast. After all, even when he is completely ungrateful, New Year's Eve never goes to injure the old beast one by one, and in order to make the New Year's Eve present in his body unpleasant, he does not even mind to skin the little beast directly in due course.

If something happens to you, I will kill you.

After so many days of silence, New Year's Eve finally spoke, his voice was mute and tired, but invisible and had a deterrent effect. The evening speech revealed an exciting and twisted smile, and he raised his voice directly, slightly sarcastically.

“Finally decided not to play dumb? ”

[I have nothing to say with you, Ben.

“Oh, and your historian? Don't you have anything to say? ”

[He has seen that you are wrong, sooner or later he will recognize your lies. He hates you the most in his life waiting for evil spirits, so do as you please.

The cold and icy attitude of New Year's Eve provoked the sunset. Obviously, Sunset did not know that the previous New Year's Eve was normal for people other than Xiao Nan's candles. He felt himself despised by New Year's Eve, and the shade under his eyes was getting deeper and deeper. When he lifted his hand and prepared to smoothly break a pair of small deer horns on the head of the beast, he suddenly felt his body tremble uncontrollably, and then suddenly strangled his neck with his raised palms.

The fierce and terrible force was the silent and fierce resistance of the person in the body, the evening suddenly shocked, hurriedly put out all his heart to confront, because he was ahead of the many torture of New Year's Eve, so New Year's Eve didn't really have much strength to resist, so in the end, he almost strangled himself in the battle to barely regain the initiative of the body,

“I... I really underestimate you...”

Gasping and sneering, Sunset red clothes scattered on the edge of the calendar paper, the corner of his mouth was sweat, he supported the body to want to climb up, but just now and New Year's Eve this fight about body sovereignty has attracted the attention of others, and after hearing the quiet and trivial inquiry from outside the calendar paper, the evening first squinted his eyes, then suddenly laughed.

“New Year's Eve? New Year's Eve? What's wrong with you? ”

“Well... I know how to break your heart. ”

Maliciously curling his mouth, evening ignoring the furious consciousness in his body opened the line of thirty calendar years. He knew, as New Year's Eve said, from the current situation, that his initial method of trying to deceive Xiao Nan candle would be discovered sooner or later, so now he had another extremely malicious idea in his mind, and this wonderful idea...

Must make the guy with the body sad... defeat, rub the floor.

……

April 12 is just a very ordinary calendar, because his abilities are common, his looks are common, so he has been doing his job without heat. Because of his limited abilities, he can't help Xiao Nan Candle, so at most, he can stay at home to simply clean some evil things and do hygiene work.

Today, Xiaonan candles are going to help an elite in the business to see the company's listing date. Twelve can't help at all, or Qing Ming-jun came out to work overtime so as not to embarrass the historian. But when they left, the twelve swept the evil grinning of their teeth on the ground with their broomsticks and sighed angrily.

There are many gods like him in the calendar. Twelve shouldn't be ashamed of this, but if you shouldn't be ashamed, you can't reflect on your own things. Twelve can't do it, so it's inevitable that you'll feel a little uncomfortable. Since his birth, he has always envied those powerful traditional festivals, whether Yuan Xiaojun or Cold Eater, who are so distant, and 12 of them worship the powerful and indifferent New Year's Eve King. Even though New Year's Eve King seems so inaccessible, the Twelve still think that New Year's Eve King is a very good god.

Many calendar gods do not like New Year's Eve King, so whenever this happens, the Twelve will go around his neck and say to others what New Year's Eve King is good for, you don't know how hard he's trying to say. Out of this worship, XII inevitably paid some attention to New Year's Eve King. He knew that New Year's Eve King's body didn't seem very good lately. The historian was looking for a way to run around for him, so he had always wanted to peek at the situation of New Year's Eve King, but he was afraid that his reckless behavior would offend New Year's Eve King, and on the day he came out to work, he suddenly heard strange noises coming from 30 calendar pages a year.

Almost no sound can be transmitted between calendar paper and calendar paper, because although everyone is in the same calendar, each calendar paper is a separated square world, so no other calendar god can detect the movement on the other side, but today coincides with the twelfth working day, outside of the calendar, he is the only person who can hear the sound coming out of New Year's Eve calendar paper, so now he can't help but ask,

“New Year's Eve, what happened to you? ”

When asked, he was obviously a little nervous, there was no sound in the calendar paper, which made the twelve more and more uneasy. He held on to the broom in his hand and secretly thought for half a day or dared to climb into the calendar paper 30 years ago. After he carefully bowed his body along the edge of the calendar paper and walked inside for two steps, he could not reach up to see the black hair in red before the cold New Year's Eve monarch looked at him.

The miserable white New Year's Eve King looked frightening. His petal-like tail provoked upward, but his mouth had a crotch to make Twelve some unfamiliar smile.

Twelve sights panicked and fell to the floor, stuttering to say something, but before he asked what happened to New Year's Eve King, a long, cold hand had been placed around his neck.

The suffocating sensation struck twelve hearts, his appearance was only a teenager about thirteen or four years old, a pair of dark and slippery eyes full of fear, his face was easily grabbed by the man in red, accompanied by torn body pain, twelve convulsions fell to the ground, the body created by the calendar paper was torn apart by hard life, even the golden soul inside began to leak out.

“New Year's Eve... New Year's Eve...”

Swallow on the ground, the calendar gods will bleed and get hurt, so the twelve bodies are full of blood, he has never been this close to New Year's Eve King, but for the only time, it hurts that he can't speak.

“New Year's Eve... what's wrong with you... are you... sick...”

The twelve painful ones who cried retained tears, but still stubbornly dragged their clothes, the soul imprisoned for several days on New Year's Eve returned to the body, this is the scene at first sight. He loved children the most in his life, especially when he could not see such fragile and lovely life injuries, but when he lifted his bloody palms, there was only one horrible perception left in his blank mind at New Year's Eve.

The child is dying.

His heart seemed to be hit by some terrible force. On New Year's Eve, he knelt down with his face and hugged the twelve on the ground. He bit his teeth and began to repair the wounds on the twelve with his severely damaged divine powers. But the twelve were just ordinary calendar gods. Eve's actions just tore his soul apart. On New Year's Eve, it was obvious that this little calendar god was gradually losing its warm temperatures, and those cries were becoming smaller and smaller. When he finally lowered his head in confusion, he finally left two lines of bright red tears on the dead twelve. At the same time, a slight and malicious laugh came from his head.

[Hello, New Year's Eve, you said... will your historian still believe you now?

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