Bi Mo still looked at her expressionlessly, and then, with a blow of both hands, there was a snapping sound, and then, two more minions came in from the gate, Bi respectfully stood with his hands down, and Qiqi recognized it, one of them was the one who was scared by the wolves to pee his pants after he gave himself a black hand in the snow that day.

"The fire god Niang Dan commands." The man spoke, but he didn't even dare to lift his head.

"I'm going back to my room to rest." Qiqi moved his little short legs, but found that he was already numb, so he couldn't take care of it, so he supported it with his hands and struggled to get up. (Alas, it's too thickly dressed, and it's really inconvenient to move.) ）

"Niangniang can't go back to the backyard anymore." The man said.

Qiqi paused, and hung his legs on the steps: "Why?" ”

"You are a god, and you live here. The small wing room has been cleaned up and arranged for you, please come with the small one. The man waited respectfully, waiting for Qiqi to slowly rub down from the altar.

It's over, listening to his tone, he can't live with A-Niang and Huzi anymore. Rear wing? Could it be that I want to live in this hall of loyalty and filial piety, with so many spiritual oil lamps? Just thinking about it makes me feel panicked.

We have to find a way to leave early.

Bimo was like a statue, and after the two of them entered, they fell silent again.

The man guided the way, took Qiqi around the shrine, and then around a few large pillars, and then pushed open a wooden door and pointed: "Fire God Niangniang, please come in." ”

Inside the wooden door was a small room, with a small window open so wide that a ray of sunlight cast down from the window, just in time to form a beam of light that fell on the table.

There was nothing in the room, nothing but a wooden bed, a table, and a wooden shelf.

Where is this the treatment that immortals should have? On that bed, there was not even a minimum of thick bedding! Qiqi thought, if everyone knew that the immortals lived this kind of life, I was afraid that no one would go to cultivate immortals hard, right?

The two saw Qiqi walk in, and without saying a word, they pulled the wooden door from left to right, and Qiqi heard the sound of locking outside.

Damn, I'm under house arrest!

Qiqi is a little deflated, it seems that in this cottage, the life of the immortals is not easy. It's better to be with Huzi, at least you can have the freedom to be frightened.

The footsteps outside faded away, and Qiqi stood alone in the middle of the room, watching the dust fly in the beam. After a long time, Qiqi faintly heard a cold snort from outside the door, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb.

Qiqi stood on the table, trying to look out through the small window, but the table was not tall and too short, and he could only see half of the blue sky and the roof of the Yihetang not far away.

"What should I do?" Qiqi sat on the table dejectedly, and remembered the days when he was locked up in the Pig Garden, how good can such a room be compared to the cage in the Pig Garden? The same narrowness, the same feeling of boundless depression and despair!

On that day, no one came to this house again, not even lunch. Qiqi was hungry and thirsty, fell on the bed, pulled the quilt, and slept with his head covered. She comforted herself: "When you fall asleep, you won't be hungry." ”

In a daze, I heard the sound of a soft knock on the wall, just under the window.

"Qiqi-" someone called softly, it was the voice of the tiger.

"Huzi, it's me, it's me, I'm here." Qiqi jumped up from the bed and climbed onto the table.

Her feet slipped, she didn't step steadily, and she rolled off the table, and she fell with a groan.