Meng Qiniang has been a matchmaker for others for half her life, but she is still alone.
In the next life, I finally met someone who was compatible with me. The clinker was a cooked duck, and I was depressed for someone else. That person married someone else in a graceful manner, but in the end, Meng Qiniang was tortured to death.
Finally, on a dark and windy night, I picked up a child and went back, thinking that I could raise a son to support myself in old age.
As a result, her son grew into a handsome young man measuring one foot eight in three days, and even performed a transformation for her on the spot. Only then did Qiniang realize that the son she picked up was not a normal son, but the mountain god next door.
After knowing the truth, Qiniang no longer dared to treat him as a son. After all, which son looked at his mother with such a virtuous look?
Xie Xing: "Qiniang, please follow me back to the mountain to be the wife of the mountain god."
Meng Qiniang was panic-stricken. Looking at the mountain god's direct and explicit gaze, she felt that she, a city woman, was really unworthy of publicity.
"I originally thought about picking up a son to take care of in my old age. Since you are not homeless, let's say goodbye here."
But the mountain god pursued her closely, "As your husband-in-law, I can also support you in your old age."
Meng Qiniang: "..."
Thank you for the invitation, but it's not necessary. She has not yet realized how to be the daughter-in-law of a monster who claims to be a mountain god.
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Xie Xing had been lonely and lonely on that mountain for more than three hundred years. He was so bored that the ghosts of the demon world broke into him again. Probably because this move was so shocking and outrageous, God finally couldn't help but split him into an eight-year-old child with a thunderbolt.
He was even picked up by a young matchmaker, and she actually wanted to raise him as her son. How could that happen? His majestic mountain god is better to be a husband than a son, right? So Xiao Jiujiu was furious in her heart.
"If Qiniang survives this longer, she will become a middle-aged lady. If she doesn't marry me, I'm afraid she will be a widower for the rest of her life."
Little did he know that the little matchmaker, who seemed to be crying in front of him and as soft as a bone, had a tough face and was fiercely pointing at him with her fists clenched.
"You are such a great mountain god, but you gave me a hundred and eighty years of cultivation and beauty care? You didn't give it to me, but you said that I am an old lady, and you deserve to have no wife."
The door slammed shut, and the little matchmaker became angry.
This temperament looks so familiar. It seems that many years ago, when he was still a little weirdo, he went to Gui Si as a guest, and he met such a person by the bridge.
The book "Records of Human Spirits and Monsters" records her as Po Meng.
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