Chapter 195 Red Luan Star Movement

Hearing Fang Zheng's words,

The little skull froze, as if she had never thought about it.

The jade pendant in little skull's hand, of course, was not the couple pendant that Fang Zheng bought. Little skull was still a child.

He had specially selected this jade pendant for the little skeleton.

He didn't even buy it himself. He bought a beautiful jade pendant for the little skeleton as a gift.

Fang Zheng began to look forward to the fact that at the current level of the little skull's chinese characters, he could already read most of the characters in the four great books and the three character sutra, so it shouldn't be a problem for him to name himself. He looked forward to what kind of name the little skull would give him.

It seemed that the little skeleton was also immersed in thought, holding the jade pendant in a solemn manner as if he had obtained the most precious treasure, and remained motionless.

Then, the little skeleton ran back to her bedroom, took a 2b pencil, and in front of Fang Zheng, wrote down the name carefully in a blank space in the exercise book.

"Red?"

Fang Zheng looked at the first word and nodded. Red was a girl's color...

"Luan?"

Hong luan? Fang Zheng remembered that hong luan seemed to be a kind of fairy bird in the myth, and it was a pretty awesome existence.

The girl was named hong luan, named after the mythical immortal bird, and her temperament and demeanor were elevated in a moment... It's scary to think about it. Is this the real name of the little skeleton?

Hong luan, this is the biological daughter of the great emperor haotian and the golden mother of yaochi.

Most people may not remember the golden mother of yaochi, but when it comes to the mother of the western king living in kunlun mountain and the holy mother of yaochi, they must have.

That's why Fang Zheng was so scared.

If there was also a struggle for father in the myth, hong luan, the daughter of the immortal emperor, was the most typical second generation of the royal family. Could it be that the little skeleton walked out of the mythical temple of princess hong luan?

Did his initial guess really come true? Was the little skeleton really a saint? The empress?

On second thought, it's possible.

Not to mention anything else, the little skeleton was the only thing that could move freely during the day without being affected by the day, which was enough to show that the little skeleton had a big background... Well, aside from the talent to eat and the five dregs of combat that even wild dogs can't fight...

When Fang Zheng was both surprised and happy, he found that the little skeleton was still writing in the third chinese character.

"Is the third and fourth chinese characters really the words'male' and'master' in' princess hong luan'?" Fang Zheng held his breath.

Without blinking, he stared at the third word that the little skull had written, "Star?"

It was the star, not the princess' father-in-law... Fang Zheng was stunned.

Wait!

A few black lines hung down on Fang Zheng's forehead, and he suddenly had an extremely bad feeling. He prayed that the fourth chinese character must not be that word... However, when the fourth word fell, with a resounding sound, Fang Zheng pulled out the Ghost head knife directly, and the house was immediately stirred up with murderous anger: "Tell me, who taught you these four-character idioms?"

"Damn it, I'll chop this grandson alive!"

"Let him know what it means to be more desperate than three years from the start, the most endless period!"

???

Little skull.

In the notebook, there were four words, "Hong luan xing dong."

No wonder Fang Zheng was as impatient as a cub. He was so angry that he pulled out a knife and had the urge to cut people.

Little skull did not understand what these four words really meant. She was like an elementary school monk who did something wrong. She lowered her head and did not dare to speak, nor did she dare to look at Fang Zheng, thinking that she had angered Fang Zheng.

Then, little skull took out Fang Zheng's tablet, which had long been her personal treasure.

It turned out that when Fang Zheng left and went to the front village to save Old god stick, out of worry, he specially registered a chat software account for little skull so that he could contact him.

The problem was this chat software.

Fang Zheng had just signed up for a new number, and not long after he left, there were people nearby who kept adding small skeletons. One of them talked to the little skeletons the most and took the initiative to look for them every day.

The picture was of piggy page, and it was no wonder that they had a common topic.

Instead of flipping through the chat logs, Fang Zheng went straight to a video chat window.

He didn't expect the other party to be awake yet, but he quickly accepted the video to watch and chat.

"Baby, I didn't expect you to be so open. The first time you contacted me today, it was actually a video chat. I didn't even play with my brother's king glory, so I came to accompany you first." As soon as the video was connected, a greasy voice with a sharp voice came from the opposite side.

He was still an elementary school monk.

He saw a greasy school uniformed primary school monk who was laughing at the video like a pig, a little fat man weighing 120.

So, you never know what the identity of the teammate across the phone is and what the teammate is doing.

"Hehe, I heard that the king wants to cut the chicken before he goes offline?"

Fang Zheng's big face appeared directly in the camera.

"Oh my god! It's a human demon!"

"Or (si) a greasy, middle-aged pedophile uncle."

The primary school monk's face turned green with excitement and joy.

Then the video of the elementary school monk was interrupted, deleting friends, blacking out, a complete set of meals. When Fang Zheng flipped through the friends list again, the other party had blacked out the little skeleton, and the name had automatically disappeared from the little skeleton's friends list.

Fang Zheng returned the tablet to little skull, "If you come across a mouth full of flowers in the future, ask for photos, ask for phone numbers, ask for internet friends, and directly pull black."

The little skeleton nodded its head as if it had done something wrong.

"Besides the red luan star movement, is there any other name you like? Or, can you remember your original name?" Fang Zheng looked at the little skull.

The little skeleton stood in a daze.

Still can't remember? When Fang Zheng was able to barely communicate with the little skeleton a long time ago, he had already discovered that the little skeleton did not know what to ask.

"Page?" The little skeleton wrote down the name again and looked up at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng: ..."

"Change the eastern name."

Little skull: steel bars?

Fang Zheng: "That's the new favorite of weibo. Erha's name. Why don't you change it?"

Little skull: selling Tang Yan?

Fang Zheng: ..."

I also bought Tang Yan... To sell Tang Yan... Little Tang Yan... To eat human flesh... The song was poisonous, and the more he listened, the more addicted he became. Fang Zheng asked little skull to change his name again.

Little skull: zixuan?

Zi xuan told zi xuan that zi xuan took zi xuan's money to buy zi xuan's pencil... Fang Zheng really wanted to tie up the fat boy and beat him up. In the past few days when he was not around, the little skull had been taken astray by this boy.

Fang Zheng asked the little skull to change his name. It was a bit of a middle name. Now the primary school class is full of all kinds of zixuan, zixuan, zixuan, one look is that the young parents have seen too much, and have been poisoned too deeply.

The little skull scratched her head, as if she had already thought through it and could not think of a name. She accidentally grabbed the crooked hoodie and straightened it again.

Little skull: wei?

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