But after only a while, someone's dissatisfied roar sounded in the silent night, "Martial God Ruo, why are you as heavy as the sow I raised?!"

Martial God Ruo's face turned red instantly, "How can I be so heavy?!"

Feeling the two firmness on his back, Sikong Xiao looked down at his chest unwillingly, and a wave of unhappiness arose, Sikong Xiao pouted and moved his shoulders awkwardly, pretending to gasp exaggeratedly, "Martial God, if you really should lose weight..."

Seeing Sikong Xiao's panting and breathless appearance, the martial god couldn't help but purse his lips, could it be that he was really fat these days?

*

The main hall of the Shikoku Academy

"Then the matter is settled, you have agreed on the candidates earlier, and the team will leave on time in three days. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

With a wave of his sleeves, this trip to the ghost world was finalized. Now that the plan has been agreed, everyone dispersed in twos and threes, Wu Tangyu and Jin Zhengyi walked down the stairs side by side, and the two looked at Sikong Huang's figure walking away quickly, with some emotion in their eyes.

"Gu Bingchen, that guy is really a successor! Gu Huang is about to catch up with our group of old guys when he cultivates at a young age, in their generation, no one can be unsurpassed..."

The head of the Jin family sighed while carefully moving his fat body, and Wu Tangyu on the side was radiant, handsome and straight, hearing the words of the person next to him, Wu Tangyu snorted coldly and said: "Although this girl of the Gu family is extremely talented, she acts ruthlessly and ruthlessly, and she is unscrupulous, you look at it, the Gu family will definitely be destroyed in the hands of this girl!"

When the words fell, Wu Tang shook his sleeves and left, Jin Zhengyi seemed to know that he would say this, shook his head with a smile, and muttered: "Isn't it just to solve a few disobedient old guys, what's the big deal... If your descendants don't have the ability, you don't allow others to be better? Jealousy! naked jealousy!"

Wan Gu stood not far from Jin Zhengyi, he handed the black chicken a wooden box, and ordered: "This ghost world operation is participated by you on behalf of the demon clan, and you can help me hand over this thing to Ah Xiao." ”

"What is this?"

The black chicken lowered his eyes and looked at the wooden box in his hand, and his heart was full of doubts, isn't Emperor Feng and Sikong Xiao old acquaintances? Why didn't he speak for Sikong Xiao today? And Sikong Xiao's eyes were also very strange when he looked at him today, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

"You give it to her, and she'll know. ”

Wan Gu left this sentence and turned to leave, Si Xuan swept his eyes at the stunned black chicken, and left without saying a word.

Seeing the two of them walking away, the black chicken opened the wooden box, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the contents of the box.

*

Foodie dwelling

Foodie House is a small restaurant, the façade is average, the location is average, the decoration is average, but the food inside is a must!

Several diners come and go are familiar faces, and several of them are also famous families, although they can't look down on the simple furnishings of this foodie house, but after all, they can't resist the temptation of food, which shows the charm of this foodie house.

In fact, this small foodie house is a small business that Sikong Xiao let Dazhi do, not to make money, but for interest.

As early as in her previous life, Sikong Xiao thought about opening a small restaurant after regression, and being an ordinary proprietress by herself, not to be rich and expensive, as long as she didn't have to worry about food and clothing, she was ready for the storefront, but she never expected that the last action before closing would be a heel!

Destiny makes people, and when she opens her eyes, she becomes a little doll with nothing, but fortunately, God is not thin on her, and the foodie house that Sikong Xiao dreamed of was finally opened, although she is not an ordinary proprietress in this life.

It's late at night, and the backyard of the foodie's house is still brightly lit.

An old man dressed in coarse linen clothes smiled at Sikong and arched his hand, his face ashamed, "Master, that girl has been poisoned, please forgive the old man for being incompetent, and he can't even identify what this poison is, but according to the old man's years of experience in practicing medicine, that girl is estimated to live for less than three days..."

Don't live more than three days?

Hearing the words of his subordinate Danshi, Sikong smiled and shook his fingertips, and after a while, he waved his hand and said, "I know, go down." ”

Dazhi saw Danshi walking away, so he asked, "The girl that the master brought back is Martial God Ruo?"

Sikong Xiao played with his fingers, and heard Dazhi answer absentmindedly: "Oh, yes, I was wandering on the street today, and I happened to meet it, and I brought it back." ”

Dazhi is no stranger to Sikong Xiao's "concise and straightforward" explanation, but there is one thing he must ask clearly.

"The master doesn't plan to kill her?"

Sikong Xiao rolled his eyes, "I am a murderer in your heart, I have to kill whoever you want?"

Dazhi's face did not change, "If the martial god deceived the master into the blood array, he almost killed the master." ”

Seeing Dazhi's expression of "shouldn't she be damned", Sikong smiled and pulled the corners of his lips, and leaned over with a smile, "Dazhi, if the martial god is so beautiful, don't you even have the slightest intention of pity and cherish the jade?"

"The one who harms the master is the enemy of great ambition, whether he is male or female, beautiful or ugly. ”

Dazhi replied with a glance, and Sikong smiled and gave him sincere contempt, "One piece of wood! Forget it, I won't grind with you." I have to go back quickly, or Sister Huang will murder me again..."

Thinking of Sikong Huang looking at himself quietly with a cold face, Sikong Xiao couldn't help but shudder, and immediately took a step and slipped away from the back door, suddenly remembering something, Sikong Xiao turned his head again, "Oh yes! You stay here for me to take care of Wu Shenruo, I can't let her shed another tear, otherwise... Hmph..."

Dazhi frowned, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Sikong Xiao, "Don't bargain! This is the homework I assigned to you, if you can't do it, don't call me master!"

As soon as the words fell, Sikong Xiao's figure disappeared into the night, Dazhi glanced at the direction in which Sikong Xiao left, and then glanced at the guest room where Wu Shenruo was resting, and suddenly one head and two big.

The most annoying thing in his life is two things, women and tears, but both of them are waiting in the house...

The master must have done it on purpose! Thinking in his heart, Dazhi sighed and pushed the door open.

*

Sikong laughed in the room

"Crunch..."

Hearing the sound, Sikong Xiao lifted the quilt and looked at Sikong Huang who pushed the door in with sleepy eyes, opened his mouth and yawned. "Whew... Sister Huang, you're back... Why is it so late..."

Sikong Huang gently hooked the corners of his lips, walked to the side of Sikong Xiao's bed in a few steps, looked at the little guy who was staring at him with a raised face, and said softly: "Finally talk once, sleep well..."

Sikong Xiao nodded indiscriminately, and the cute appearance of being about to fall asleep but still desperately squinting made Sikong Huang laugh, pressed the person back to the bed and straightened the silk quilt under him for Sikong Xiao, and Sikong Huang left with peace of mind.

But when she walked to the door, there was a sudden stabbing pain on the back of her neck, Sikong Huang frowned and reached out to touch the back of her neck, but she didn't touch anything.

Shaking his head suspiciously, Sikong Huang took a step towards his room.

Sikong Huang didn't notice, and at the moment when she shook her head, a tiny hair-like shard of glass slipped from her hair, reflecting the moonlight, and a trace of blood on the shard was extremely bewitching.

"Whew..."

A gust of wind blew, and the red blood on the shards had turned as black as ink...