Chapter 113: Clichés

Everyone looked really hungry, and after a storm, they ate all the dishes, of course, during which the Void Emperor Altar also took a few bowls and selected a few dishes for Meng Yunxin to prepare.

After everyone had finished eating, the medical staff and the Void Emperor Altar wanted to stay and help tidy up, but all the quilt Feng Daoist refused.

The reason is that the medical staff should be on call 24 hours a day, and try to rest as much as possible when they can rest, so as to ensure that they have sufficient physical strength, and you should hurry up and send food to your wife at the Void Emperor Altar!

"Okay, who wants Mao Tui to recommend himself to wash the dishes?" Zifeng Daoist said lazily with his hands in his trouser pockets. It looks like he doesn't plan to work at all.

Zhang Yi watched Wang Fan's skillful chopping action when cooking, and he already knew that the three people in front of him could cook, but they were just lazy!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yicai would not stand out stupidly again.

However, Zhang Yi thought so, but the other three didn't think so, and the six eyes slowly began to face Zhang Yi at the same time.

"What? Are you all too lazy to do this? Zhang Yi felt the unfriendly gaze of the three pillars, and said with white eyes.

"It stands to reason that the people who wash the dishes are the ones who cook the dishes!" Yan Bo said matter-of-factly.

I believe that you are evil, will I believe you?

"Just follow the method you just did, rock-paper-scissors, who loses and who washes?" Zhang Yi was expressionless and said lightly.

After pondering for a while, the three of them gladly accepted this mind.

Then, the four of them began a round of rock-paper-scissors that loved and killed each other and hurt each other. After a thrilling duel, the Zifeng Daoist was defeated with hatred!

Yan Bo: "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Feng!" (◦˙▽˙◦)

Wang Fan: "I'll leave it to you, Uncle Feng!" (｡ >∀<｡ )

Zhang Yi: "Come on, Uncle Feng!" ପ( ˘ᵕ˘ ) ੭

Zifeng Daoist: "You little cubs, don't you know how to respect the elderly?" (งǒdishǒ)ง

Zhang Yi and the three of them directly ignored the anger of Zifeng Daoist, threw themselves on the sofa, and played PS4!

Daoist Zifeng was bitterly cleaning up the leftovers, and Zhang Yi and the three of them were having a lot of fun, and when they were almost there, Zhang Yi felt a little thirsty and planned to get up and get a glass of water to drink.

Came to the water dispenser in the corner of the living room, took a cup and took a glass of water and began to drink, after drinking, Zhang Yi felt as if something was stuffed between his teeth, and he always felt a little weird.

Could this be the legendary unlucky to the extreme drinking water stuffed teeth!

Zhang Yi felt that Yan Bo's previous words were not scaring him, maybe he really owed someone something? Zhang Yi pondered for a while, but still didn't come up with it, and now if he asked Yan Bo so directly, he would definitely knock on the bamboo.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi thought for a moment and walked up with a smile.

"Apo, what did you do in Mei Hanxin's place a few days ago?" Zhang Yi sat next to Yan Bo and asked with a smile.

"Why are you laughing so thief?" Yan Bo glanced at Zhang Yi and said.

"Mei Hanxin, what's wrong? Didn't you say that it was broken and then established? Zhang Yi still asked unyieldingly.

"After I went back that day, I carefully read the book you gave me, and found that Mei Hanxin's broken and then stood up to ask me to break it, and I was actually the great nobleman of his life!" Yan Bo took the gamepad and said with a depressed face.

"Oh! I see. What, is that book I gave you? Zhang Yi raised his eyebrows frivolously and said.

"This book is really powerful, but it's a pity that I've only eaten three or four percent of it so far, and I can't understand it anymore."

"Then who do I owe something, and you also read it through that book?" Zhang Yi asked softly.

"Huh! Feelings, you want to ask this! Yan Bo put down the gamepad and looked at Zhang Yi with a smile on his face.

"Uh......... No, you think too much. Zhang Yi said shamelessly.

Yan Bo smiled and didn't care, and said lightly: "Haven't you opened your eyes to see the top of your head recently?"

"Is there anything above my head?" ⊙(・◇・)？

"You can see it for yourself!"

At this time, Wang Fan heard the conversation between the two people, opened his eyes curiously and looked at the top of Zhang Yi's head, and after looking at it for a while, he directly said "666666" inexplicably.

Zhang Yi was really puzzled, so he got up and went to the bathroom, intending to find a mirror to see.

When he came to the bathroom, Zhang Yi looked at a mirror, and after opening his eyes, he looked directly at the top of his head.

I saw that under the eye of heaven, wisps of green smoke were rising above Zhang Yi's head, and this green smoke represented an authentic Taoist disciple. This wisp of green smoke kept drifting above Zhang Yi's head, and suddenly this wisp of green smoke shrank inward violently, and then twisted, slowly dividing into four small green smokes, and these four small green smoke quickly deformed, gradually forming four small characters.

One is "owed", one is "wish", one is "repaid", and the other is "incense".

Wotzema Zefak!! What's going on, how do I get these four words out of my head? Σ(ŎдŎ|||) ﾉﾉ

Zhang Yi looked at the four small characters composed of green smoke on his head with a suspicious face.

Who do I owe, how can there be these four words on my head, and how much I owe, can make the green smoke condense on my head.

Zhang Yi closed his eyes and pondered what he owed him. After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't think of it, so Zhang Yi had to be cheeky and ask Yan Bo.

When I returned to the sofa, I saw Yan Bo and Wang Fan working together to hold a BOOS, and seeing the two of them gritting their teeth and staring, they almost broke the handle.

"Hurry up, get out! It's a big move! ”

"It's stiff, up, slap him!"

"Kill, full rage."

"I'm going to die, hold on!"

"It's not easy to finally get down!"

Wang Fan and Yan Bo glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!" Zhang Yi reminded on the side.

"Yo! I'm back, have you read those four words on your head? Yan Bo turned his head when he heard the sound and said with a smile.

"How can these four words come out of my head, who do I owe anything!" Zhang Yi said extremely depressed.

"Don't worry, you can't die, it's just a little unlucky!" Yan Bo said indifferently.

Nonsense, it's not on your head, of course you don't care. ("▼Dish▼")

"Brother Bo, you give the little one a clear way!" Zhang Yi said in a low voice.

With these four words on his head, although he has no worries about his life, he can plug his teeth every time he drinks water, and he is so moldy that he can't be helped, and it is estimated that it is more uncomfortable than death.

"Okay, for the sake of your sincerity, I'll show you the way." Yan Bo looked at Zhang Yi with a pitiful face and pointed.

"Thank you, Brother Bo!" Zhang Yi decisively slapped a sycophant.

"You know what the green smoke on your head represents?" Yan Bo pointed to the top of Zhang Yi's head and said.

"I know!" Zhang Yi nodded in response.

"That's the end of it!"

"Ha ???" (。 ŏ_ŏ)？