Back in the room, Su Qianruo took him out of the embroidery basket under the bed and slowly hammered him with a small hammer.

I've been covering my face with my claws since I entered the tower last night, and I've been pretending to be dead until now.

Su Qianruo couldn't bear it, so he flipped through the remnants of the ancient books that he had collected with a lot of money, and turned to a book called Cloak Eighteen Hammers. After carefully turning a few pages, Su Qianruo found that this seemed to be a book for striking iron, so he tried to pick up the small hammer and learn a few times, at first he didn't expect to use it on himself, and then he saw that he had been pretending to be dead and looked like he had no face to see people, so he thought that striking iron is also beating, and striking gold is also beating, so it is better to repair his face.

After obtaining his consent, Su Qianruo began to seriously look at the eighteen beats of the cloak, took a pot lid and slapped it a few times, and then began to hammer his wings for him.

I thought to myself, his face was ruined, so he simply used a dead horse as a live horse doctor. Su Qianruo brought him back to see his parents so soon, he felt a little apprehensive. I don't know if Mrs. Su can see him clearly, if he leaves a bad impression when they meet for the first time, it will be difficult to make up for it in the future.

The ancestors said that human beings like this first time the most. He also said that he did not change his original intention after going through hardships, and he was talking about the importance of the first time.

As long as Su Qianruo doesn't use a hammer to hammer his horns, he can hit other places casually.

If you repair it well, everyone will be happy, and if you don't repair it well, it won't be more ugly than it is now.

Mrs. Su shook around the door of Su Qianruo's room a few times, this child has a big temperament since he was a child, and I heard that he has lived in the mountains with a wild spirit for a period of time in the past two or three years, and he has become a little dislike to look at problems according to the normal way of thinking of human beings.

So Manzhong said that he pinched the experience of the past two years. Just said that it was a dream, and Mrs. Su agreed. But at first it was okay, the child was quiet. Don't get into trouble.

Mrs. Su's heart gradually settled back into her belly.

Fortunately, within two days, she went out to enjoy a lotus flower and came back, and she began to become weird. Manzhong always said that it was the young lady who was beginning to awaken, and he believed it.

But a series of things that happened later, she became more and more uneasy, and even made Mrs. Su feel that the sword was about to be unsheathed and sharp.

It's a familiar feeling, and it's not good.

Before Su Minhang died of illness. He was like that for several years.

"Qianruo, what are you hammering in the house?" Mrs. Su couldn't help it.

He was lying on the ground, and Su Qianruo's small hammer hit his wings. There were some sporadic sparks. Hearing the movement outside the door, he stretched out his paw and pointed at himself, then at the embroidery basket, and then at the bottom of the bed.

Su Qianruo hammered hard. Put him back in the right place. continued to raise the hammer and tinkle, "Be honest, I don't care if I hammer your wings into a bow in a while!" ”

After imagining what it would be like to fly in the sky with a pair of bow-like wings on his back, he quickly straightened his arms and legs, and lay down in a standard big character, not daring to move.

Mrs. Su reached out and pushed the door. "If it is shallow, there are not many kitchen stoves in the house. Don't break it all, you kid! You have to leave a pot to eat. ”

The beating sound inside paused, "I didn't knock the pot, I hit people!" ”

Mrs. Su thought it was Deng Yi who came back, "Deng Yao, you come out as a teacher!" If you are not sensible, you are also up to her, right? ”

Su Qianruo dropped the hammer, opened the door, and immediately hugged his head with his claws, and then stiffened his body and did not move.

Mrs. Su looked inside, and there was no one in the room except Su Qianruo.

The old man's expression was a little solemn, and he said tentatively: "Do you hate Zhang Combing so much?" Qi like this... And started talking nonsense? ”

"Indeed, I really hate the Zhang family. If possible, I don't want to have any intersection with the people of the Zhang family in my life. Su Qianruo said quietly. No longer having an intersection is already the best ending between her and the Zhang family, and she once thought about dying, tooth for tooth.

Mrs. Su silently turned away from the chair, her eyes gloomy. Sure enough, Su Qianruo has changed, before, she would never say her likes and dislikes so bluntly.

Still under the influence of the spirit.

Looking at the red-gold beast-shaped ornament on the ground that had been beaten to a shapeless, and then sweeping over the men's robe embroidered with a lot of landscape patterns, Mrs. Su narrowed her eyes slightly.

It had been a whole day since Deng Yan went out, and the sky outside the tower had darkened inch by inch.

At the beginning of the day, the lights outside Taifu suddenly lit up one by one, illuminating half of the sky.

Su Qianruo chopped the minced meat by himself, put most of the bowl of pepper noodles down, fried it into fried sauce, and put down two bowls of dragon whisker noodles, Su Taifu's bowl did not put green onions, and added a large spoonful of fried sauce. She put a thick layer of green onions in her own bowl, which was verdant.

Put the bowl in the hands of Mrs. Su, Su Qianruo turned around and picked up his bowl of noodles and ate it slowly, halfway through eating, he suddenly stood up again, returned to the southeast corner of the tower, turned over in the makeshift kitchen, found a small bowl, picked out some noodles, pasted the temperature in the pot with his hand, put the small bowl in the pot, and covered the lid.

Shoved the rest of the noodles into his throat, Su Qianruo slapped another piece of meat and chopped it up on the spot.

She remembered that Shang Moyun couldn't eat so many pepper noodles, and every time she ate noodles, she would pick out the crushed peppers and secretly throw them aside.

After stir-frying another bowl of fried sauce that was not spicy, Su Qianruo cleaned up the kitchen before going out to collect Mrs. Su's bowl.

Mrs. Su's appetite was not very good, so she only poked a few times and put down the bowl.

When Su Qianruo came out, he was staring out of the window in a daze.

"The people who set off the firecrackers haven't come back yet, but those people can't wait. Shallow, after you wash the dishes in a while, go back to your room early to rest. ”

The bones of Deng Mu's body were collected by the dragon sheath.

Dong also only has a map of buried bones.

The idea of a dragon sheath has always been very different from that of normal people. People say that marrying a chicken with a chicken, marrying a dog with a dog, being born is a husband's family, and dying is a ghost of the husband's family. But the dragon sheath felt that the women who had a relationship with him should be his ghosts. Bones, of course, should be collected by him.

After Deng's mother died, Dong wanted to bury her in a netherworld. But while the site was still being selected, the body was dragged away by the dragon sheath.

When Dong came to the burial place, it took a lot of twists and turns.

After Deng Yi arrived, he found her mother's bones before her. He had many encounters with the dragon sheath, and knew that the dragon sheath liked to have rhinoceros skins to make small objects that he carried.

Don't like red and white things.

When he saw a small dirt bag with a rhinoceros skin depicted on it, he cut it open.

There was a pitch-black skeleton in the dirt bag.

Deng Yi carefully wrapped it in his robe and tucked it under his armpit, and as he set fire to the rhinoceros skin portrait, he heard the sound of horses' hooves faintly half a mile away.

Then a woman screamed his name, "Deng Yi! ”

The screams were a little surprised, but also a little poignant. (To be continued.) )