"The ghost wants to be your wife, your wife, your position as the eldest concubine, heh, it's better to leave it to Sister Jiang."

Flower mist muttered.

There was another creaking sound of the door behind her, and she suddenly closed her mouth and continued to make a picture of picking and choosing the food.

The old woman came over and brought a bowl of white porridge in her hand.

"That's pretty fast, isn't it..."

Hua Wu made Rong Chen a look, and Rong Chen touched his nose knowingly and was silent.

The old woman placed the white porridge in front of them.

"This porridge was cooked in the morning. Madame was satisfied.

Hua Wu leaned closer and sniffed the bowl of white porridge, and said casually, "Well, at least it's much better than these meals, and there is no smell of blood." ”

He picked up the spoon and began to stir it in the porridge bowl, but it was not brought to his mouth.

And the old woman's face changed after hearing her bloody word.

Rong Chen lowered his eyes slightly, and quietly took the old woman's expression into his eyes.

"Let's hurry up and eat, or the food will be cold." He said.

Hua Wu raised her eyebrows and didn't say anything, but glanced at the old woman, "Old woman, why are you still here?" We'll take care of it ourselves, so you don't have to wait here. Seeing how old you are, let's go and rest. ”

The old woman narrowed the look on her face, "Okay, then my wife won't be waiting here, if you have anything later, just call me." ”

After turning around and walking away on crutches, he said to himself as he walked, "What two good boys." Know to respect the elderly. ”

The old woman muttered, then pushed open the back door and walked to the back.

Hua Wu put down the spoon in his hand at this time, and the porridge was stunned and didn't drink a sip.

A playful smile appeared on the corner of Rong Chen's mouth and asked, "Why don't we make a bet?" ”

Hua Wu looked at him, "Bet on what?" ”

Rong Chen smiled; "How about betting on how old this old man is?"

Hua Wu lowered her eyes slightly, "What's there to bet on, anyway, it won't be more than thirty years old at most." ”

Rong Chen looked at her with a different color in his eyes, and shook his head lightly, but he didn't say anything.

The color is getting darker and darker, and the people who blow from the outside to the inside are cool and shady, and the few dilapidated windows are creaking with the wind, and everything looks so barren and dilapidated...

"Are you ready?" Rong Chen asked.

Hanagi yawned, "Well, I'm sleepy and want to get some sleep." “

Then he lay on the table, as if he had lost his instincts, and fell asleep.

Rong Chen also pushed away the food on the table, and then lay on it with a look of disgust and "slept".

"Squeak..."

About half a pillar of incense had passed, the wooden door was pushed open, and the cook and the old Ou walked in side by side, and came to the two of them.

The cook carried a catch in her hand, and the old woman held a rope in her hand, and her waist was no longer bent or her back was hunched.

"Tsk... The skin of these two mouths is really unusual. The cook commented.

The old lady looked at him indifferently, "What? Have you taken a fancy to this lady? “

Hearing this, the cook pulled the old woman to his side and hugged her waist, "What, are you jealous?" With a wave of his other hand.

But in the blink of an eye, where is there any old woman.

I saw that the cook was holding a woman who looked to be in her early twenties at most, and she was very charming, and her waist like a water snake was writhing in the cook's arms.

The woman's yin and yang voice said, "If you like it, how about I peel off her skin and hang it in your room when I'm done?" ”

The cook's face was filled with lust, "You are really a cruel woman, so I will help you peel off the skin of this white face." ”

"Hahaha."

Maybe the two of them had some kind of psychological disorder or mental illness, and they burst into laughter in unison.

I don't know what these two Randi want to do to them, Huawu Mengren remembered the human meat barbecued pork bun he had seen before....

The dog man and woman wouldn't want to slaughter them for food, would they?

"Let's stop being verbose, the white face belongs to you, I'll take this girl away, and send them on the road in an hour!"

The two looked at each other and reached some kind of consensus.

Judging from their level of tacit understanding, they should have done a lot of such things.

The cook turned Hua Mist's face over and looked at it carefully, and his eyes were almost shining.

He has never seen such a good-looking, and most importantly, she is younger than Arlo!

So without hesitation, he scooped up the flower mist, put it on his shoulder, and walked to the guest room on the second floor step by step.

The woman had no intention of taking Rongchen anywhere.

It seemed that she was going to solve it on the spot, so she squared Rongchen onto the table and turned over.

Then a pair of hands touched him up and down, as if they were already salivating for him.

"Tsk, this figure, this abdominal muscles, the old lady hasn't met a teenager with such a role for a long time, let the old lady see your ability today..."

On the other side, Hua Wu was taken to the room by the cook, who threw her on the bed.

"Lady, for the sake of your appearance that people can't help but pity, I will be very gentle..."

Then he began to take off his clothes, and after taking off his clothes, he was ready to pull the clothes of the flower mist.

But at the moment when he had just made a move, he hadn't touched the flower mist yet. The girl on the bed opened her eyes suddenly.

Holding a black stick in his hand, he couldn't tell what kind of material it was. It was against his brow.

The cook didn't dare to move his face suddenly, but a trace of anger appeared on his face, "You didn't fall asleep? ”

Hua Wu sat up from the bed and looked at him coldly, "What else do you think?" ”

The cook knew that he was on the curtain, and he should have started directly, and he should have taken care of the woman Aluo, if she hadn't had to sleep with that white face.

According to his meaning, it is to directly slaughter the trouble with one sword, and it will not be controlled by others now.

He didn't know what the weapon in the hand of the girl in front of him was, because he had never seen it.

But by virtue of his directness, this thing gave him a weapon that was more dangerous than a sword, and coupled with Hua Mist's almost innate coercion, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"What do you want?" The cook finally asked.

Huawu glanced at him disdainfully, "How is it?" I don't know, it depends on my mood. ”

The cook noticed the killing intent in her eyes, and couldn't help but feel shocked in her heart, wondering, how could a girl of an age show such silence and strong killing intent in her eyes.

What he didn't know was that Hua Wu was a surgeon and a top international medical doctor.

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