"Phew, cough, cough......" The smoke and the pungent smell of choking, the night bell sprayed all over the face and mouth with dust and smoke, and the eyes were also smoky tears. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info hurriedly threw down the bamboo tube in her hand, she turned her head and spit out the dust and smoke in her mouth, and coughed her hand to fan the smoke and choking smell in front of her eyes left and right.

When she came back to her senses, she saw that because of the spray just now, the bamboo tube that she had placed under the firewood was thrown by her, and the bamboo tube and the firewood on one side fell to the ground from the dry chest, and the falling fire still burned the soft grass on one side.

"How did this happen? I ......"

The scorching heat of the fire and the instinctive fear of the fire made the evening bell panic and retreat to the side. Seeing the fire getting bigger and bigger, the whole person stood there at a loss, and forgot to fetch water to douse the fire or extinguish the fire.

Liu Qing was sharpening his knife outside, thinking that the villain would kill chickens and cook for himself. Although the two of them don't have a word of eight now, and the villain's look on her is obviously dodging her kindness, she can cook for herself. She boiled water and sharpened her knife by herself, which reminded him of how his father and mother got along.

Father and mother also get along like this, thinking of this, Liu Qing sharpened the knife in his hand, but his face fell into deep sweetness and imagination.

It was just when he had sharpened his knife and was about to get up that he felt something was wrong with the air around him. Thick smoke poured out of the kitchen doors and windows, and there was the "crackling" sound of matches catching fire.

Thinking of the villain who was burning the fire inside, Liu Qing turned around in shock, and saw that the firewood in front of the pot stove was burning with a boiling flame at the door, and the villain was coughing violently with one hand covering his mouth in the thick smoke, and carrying a wooden bucket with a water scoop in the other.

When Liu Qing saw this, he panicked and shouted, "Why is it so smoky?" The evening bell ...... snatched the wooden bucket in her hand, and the water in the wooden barrel poured straight on the fire, and the flames were much less for the time being, and the smoke was thicker.

Ignoring this, Liu Qing stepped forward and grabbed a broom and slapped the firewood, and at the same time kicked the unburned firewood to the side with his foot.

Extinguishing the fire, the whole wet piece in front of the kitchen stove was full of wreckage.

After making sure that just burning some firewood did not cause a major disaster, Liu Qing let out a sigh, put down the broom in his hand, and looked at the villain who came to help because he was doing these things with concern and nervousness.

"Ling'er, are you alright?"

"I, I'm fine, I didn't think I would just light a fire and almost burn the kitchen, I ...... Is the knife sharpened? ”

Wan Ling didn't think about it, seeing them doing something very easy, it was so difficult to do it by themselves. The fire didn't light and almost burned the kitchen. Seeing Liu Qing's eyes full of worry and nervousness, he wanted to promise to cook for others, but now he has done this.

Thinking about yourself as a modern person, it is so useless in front of these ancients. Evening Bell muttered in frustration, looked at him and asked.

"Okay, I'll boil the water, you go kill ******* villain, Liu Qing thought she was frightened, although her behavior was really a little squeamish, and she wouldn't even do it. Seeing her eyes full of guilt and loss, he still looked at her considerately, handed her the sharpened kitchen knife, and walked to the stove himself.

"I ...... I'll wait for you to light the fire before I go kill the chickens. ”

thought that she wouldn't even light a fire, although she said to herself in her heart that she was doing what Aunt Lin did, why did she make it like this. Watching him go to the fire, I thought that I couldn't always rely on others to make things for me.

His expression was slightly ashamed, but he still stood in front of him and said to him, staring at his movements with both eyes, and at the same time silently remembering in his heart.

Seeing that he was nimble with his hands and feet, he first got some fine firewood and some soft grass. Then he picked up a large handful of soft grass and lit a fire, and leisurely grabbed the thin wood branch and put it on the light of the soft grass. As the soft grass burns, the fine branches burn with it.

Then put some relatively small firewood into it, and the thin firewood branches below burned with a bottom fire, so he hollowed out the middle with fire tongs, and the fire burned brightly.

"It turned out to be like this, and I believe that next time I burn it again, I will never do it. I'll kill the chicken, and you burn it. ”

Seeing him like this, the late bell finally understood the trick. Seeing him light the fire, he began to slowly enlarge the firewood inside, and said in admiration, seeing Liu Qing turn his head because of her words, and smile slightly and carry the kitchen knife.

"This girl, Suzu ......"

Hearing her say this, Liu Qing shook her head and smiled, it seems that she can't light a fire. I saw her go out with a kitchen knife, and the knife was still weighing out in her hand. Thinking of the dust and smoke on her face, she was like a little flower cat, and instinctively made a sound. Seeing that she was already far away, she only chuckled and sat there burning the fire.

"Killing chickens, this shouldn't be difficult for me."

Looking at the pheasant that was tied to the fence by Liu Qing with rattan legs. Thinking that he would be burned like that, Wan Ling shook the kitchen knife in his hand and said to untie the pheasant's leg.

Untie the pheasant, grab the wings and press and step on it with your feet. Then he looked at the pheasant struggling at his feet, and said that he lowered his head with a knife in one hand and grabbed the pheasant's head with the other.

"Quack ......" pheasant was caught by her, and her body turned her head violently.

The knife in Wan Ling's hand cut the throat of the pheasant, but because of the pheasant's struggle, her hand holding the knife that cut the pheasant's neck was in the struggle of the pheasant, and was scratched by the pheasant's claws, and the pain made her eat and let go.

The pheasant took advantage of this and flopped, and the knife on its neck fell to the ground, and the blood from its neck splattered on her face because of the pheasant's flutter.

It was dark and bloody, and the evening bell instinctively raised his sleeves to block it, and at this time, the pheasant had fluttered along the fence and flapped its wings, and at the same time dropped a little blood behind it.

"Damn, I was stabbed in the neck and still wanted to run, I watched you run, I saw you still run, you can't run, right? What about the knife, really, the blood ...... all over the yard"

The evening bell wiped the blood off his eyes, and the light in front of him was clear.

Seeing the chicken fluttering along the edge of the fence, he gritted his teeth and wiped the blood on his face while whispering, finally holding down the chicken again, grabbing its wings and lifting it up. Looking at the blood on the ground and even the courtyard in front of him, seeing that the knife was falling elsewhere, he grabbed the chicken and went to the place where the kitchen knife was placed.

She didn't know that the blood was splashed on her face, and she kept wiping it with her sleeve. At this time, she was not only covered with blood on her face, but also on her neck, and even her sleeves were covered with blood, no matter how hideous and terrifying she looked.

"I'm back, Ling'er, what are you doing? You, why is your face covered with blood and body, you, are you okay? ”

Just as she was walking towards the kitchen knife with the chicken, the wooden door of the courtyard gate was pushed open from the outside.

Uncle Yun saw that she was squatting on the ground with her back to her, and asked curiously. When he saw the little man who listened to his shouting and turned his head, his face, neck, and even his front were covered with blood, his expression was shocked, and the hoe he took back in his hand followed to the ground, and he stepped forward a few steps forward and grabbed her shoulder and asked nervously.

"I ...... Ah......h

Anyway, she lifted her foot quickly, or the kitchen knife would hit her instep.

"Uncle Yun, Ling, you ...... How did you get yourself like this? This ......" Uncle Yun came back, and Liu Qing, who was sitting in front of the stove in the kitchen, got up in a panic. You must know that although he is glad that the villain invited him to his home to eat and drink, after all, he is an adult. This lonely man and widow were together, he still nervously got up and greeted Uncle Yun who came in, and when he saw Uncle Yun's expression, he looked at the villain in surprise.

When I saw that the villain's already gray and smoky little flower cat-like face was covered with blood at this time, even on his body. Shocked and shocked at her current appearance, he looked at her and asked.