Aster throws a wonton into soy milk.

Canghai carefully peeled the eggshell, leaving no finger marks on the egg white.

Aster took out the wontons in the soy milk and ate them.

Xiao Shell pinched a fried juniper, Shi Xuan held a small nest head, the two began to look at each other across the table, and after the last moment, Xiao Shell sighed in embarrassment, so he had to approach the divine doctor and whispered: "Brother Rong Cheng is angry with him again?"

The divine doctor looked sideways at the small shell, and said after a while, "What do you say?"

Little Shell sat upright and shrugged his shoulders to the watchful crowd.

The miracle doctor was just about to bow his head and drink soy milk, when suddenly a smooth egg with the skin carefully peeled appeared in front of him, and a small piece of unpeeled egg skin at the bottom of the egg was pinched on a white, slender and smart hand, with a large silver-gray sleeve on his wrist. Canghai's face twisted in the opposite direction.

The divine doctor's cold eyes did not answer.

Everyone looked at it in amazement.

Feeling that there was no movement for a long time, the boss of Canghai turned his head reluctantly, looked at the divine doctor's gaze, turned his face again, and said quickly: "Take it." ”

The Divine Doctor sneered. Just let him hold it like that, and he lowered his head and drank the soy milk in a few sips. Raising his head, he looked at it contemptuously, suddenly grabbed the egg, and left the table. Canghai held a small piece of eggshell, his eyes followed, and he slowly raised his eyebrows innocently. With a finger, crush the eggshell. Turning his head with a pout, he tore the egg skin off the phoenix's coat piece by piece, and threw it into the empty bowl of the divine doctor. Stunned, raised his eyes. Everyone lowered their heads and drank soy milk, except for the aster.

Aster is tearing the egg skin off the phoenix coat piece by piece.

The doctor went back to the room with the egg in both hands, and locked the doors and windows tightly, for fear that the egg would run away with long legs and fly away. Leaning against the door, trembling and stroking but not daring to touch, wanting to taste it immediately but reluctant to eat it, like the only apple left in the Gobi Desert for three days and three nights, and like the holy water that was finally sought after three steps, one kneeling, nine steps and one knock thousands of miles away - the divine doctor was about to cry.

I finally made up my mind to lick and devour it with a small sip of enjoyment, and I was reluctant to drink even my saliva.

It didn't take long for him to roll his eyes.

Canghai puffed out his cheeks and ate the wontons unhappily. "Jinting, you went to the news station and stayed with Ah Wang, I still have to think about it. In addition, help me bring ......" walked to Jinting's ear and whispered, Jinting was stunned and nodded.

Canghai straightened up and called, "Yuzhou." He pointed to the inner hall.

After using the good meal, Yuzhou went to the Canghai House to drink tea. Canghai said: "Just set off?"

"Hmm. Yu Zhou nodded.

"Then by the way, I will also look for Lonely Shuyang and Miss Luo. ”

Yu Zhou was stunned for a moment, "Are Brother Lonely and Miss Luo here too?"

"Alas," Canghai sighed, not very vigorous, pressed the forehead under the sea, and said, "The lonely lamb is here." If you see him, tell him to go to Miss Luo, if you don't see him, forget it, it's important to get down to business. In addition," frowned deeply, "help me check the big black." ”

“...... What do you suspect of the big black?"

Canghai shook his head lightly, "I don't know what to do." Find someone to guard the three injured people of the Snow Mountain Sect, they are now the closest people to Huitian Pill. "Pick up a small porcelain bowl with a sweet white glaze. The light blue tea soup ripples constantly, fragrant and cool.

"Yu Zhou, do you know that Lu Dao Rongcheng has a business?"

"Zhilu said," Yu Zhou's back was very straight, as it has always been. Suddenly smiled, and said, "Didn't you never want to know the Dao?"

Canghai raised his eyes and lowered them again.

Yu Chau is gone. Canghai sat sullenly in the room alone, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a small glass wind chime in the corner of the bed.

Canghai bent over, grabbed it, and shook it.

"Jingle bells. ”

"Alas. ”

When Canghai found Aster, Aster was flying around the flowers by butterflies. She, Li Ge, and Bi Lian. Canghai stood at the bottom of the verandah far away, and the wind blowing from among the flowers blew on him, except for the tiles on his head and the pillars on his side, he was already in nature, but he didn't dare to come out.

"Purple - purple ——! ...... Alas. "It's too far away to be heard. A second-class servant suddenly appeared beside him, bowed down and said, "What do you have to say?"

"Ah, you've just in time," Canghai pointed to the distant end, "help me get the astral here." ”

"Miss Zi?" the servant put his hand on the pergola and looked at it, then turned around and said, "The weather is so good, don't you want to go out for a walk?" After a pause, he added, "It's good for your health." ”,

Canghai glared at him, "...... Don't want to. ”

"Oh well. The servant stooped and trotted out of the verandah.

Zi Jing also trotted to the bottom of the porch, and said through the low railing: "What's the matter with my grandfather and brother? "More than a dozen butterflies were brought by the scent of the ointment and flew in front of the sea.

Canghai made a mistake backwards, pouted and frowned, "...... Aster, are you rubbing too much? Look at this ......" fingers are shaking.

"Huh?" Zi Jing looked around, rather disappointed, "That's more, I've wiped so much, and I haven't had as many butterflies as yesterday's Gongye." "I drew a limit circle with both hands.

The butterflies had a tendency to approach him, and he hurriedly said, "...... Zi Zhen, I was in a bad mood last night, I made you unhappy, I'm sorry," smiled softly, and took out a small glass wind chime, "This is for you, don't be angry with me, okay?"

"Wow!" Zi Jing happily took it, "How do you know that I like this? Thank you so much, thank you, my son, brother!" grabbed the railing and came up, grabbed Canghai and kissed it. "Can you tell me how you did it yesterday?" the butterfly flew closer and closer.

"Ah...... Bad luck......"

"Oh. Then it's okay, I'm going to play with the monkey-faced son!" led the butterfly to fly away.

Another person wandered in the cloister. There are four bamboo tubes hanging on his body, and they bump into each other from time to time with a muffled sound. The sun is shining, but he is covered with butterflies.

The major gangs focus on the outside of the gate, and in order to get back to the sky, the capable people are almost desperate. The whereabouts of the "drunken wind" god strategy are unknown, and most of them patrol the mountains and seas; although the Dongchang admires the "drunken wind", it is actually afraid of black and white; the imperial court collects the wind, and the secret agents leave Beijing, and they do not know whether to supervise or exterminate it; there are still thieves from the Ming Sect in the Western Regions who are eyeing the tiger; however, the Central Plains is empty, and no matter which side gives up the elixir and attacks the Central Plains with a backhand, it will be a catastrophe. However, this medicine has been spread for a hundred years, the temptation is great, and all parties are powerful, even if the ants are lucky, they want to get it, and they will take it on the ground, and they have no worries.

According to the dossier, the "drunken wind" killer Yinzhu left the department alone, and did not check the clues of returning to the sky along the way, and then lost his traces, when he did not come for the elixir, but what was it?

Eventful, but trapped in the Jade Belt Villa, he didn't even dare to go out of the door, let alone support justice, Fang Wailou was committed to eliminating the Demon Guardian Dao, but now even Rong Chengche was angry I can't do anything.

"Ah......" Canghai held his head with both hands, his elbows on his thighs, sat on the railing, his legs and feet bent back on the vertical openwork façade, and his back arched high. The silver-gray hem of the silver thread presser foot covers a pair of cloud-toed shoes with pale blue trim and two light gray thin silk trousers. His warm brown slightly longer lingers on the sea, with some arcs pointing towards the ground.