In the past, there were at least four ghosts who cleaned the bamboo garden together, but this time there was only one Ruan Ling, and the workload increased several times.

When the Hades King came back from his cultivation, he saw that the little imp who was a little ugly was squatting by a bamboo, playing with a rag in one hand and nibbling on a tender bamboo shoot in the other.

A complacent look.

Just so hungry?

Hades' indifferent gaze only stayed on her for a moment, then he retracted it and slowly walked into the bamboo house.

Over there, Ruan Lingmei finished nibbling on a piece of tender bamboo shoots, and was about to be lazy for a while, when she saw the boy coming to her.

The boy's attitude towards her was not bad, but it was not much better.

Who told her to be bold and dare to harm her master?

"The master asked you to fetch water!" The boy said.

He saw half of the bamboo shoots thrown on the ground, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This little ghost is really not afraid of death, the bamboo forest that the owner cherishes so much, is reluctant to pick even a leaf, she is good, such a small bamboo shoot, just dig it out and click to eat.

So he went back and sued Ruan Ling.

The Hades King was in the study, sitting in the mountains of bamboo slips and flipping through ancient books, and when he heard the words, he said, "Presumably, that little female ghost is also hungry, let her go." ”

The boy was stunned, and hurriedly bowed down and withdrew.

Ruan Ling walked to the door with the bamboo cup, and the boy looked at her with a strange expression, took the bamboo cup, and sent it to the Hades King.

The Immortal Dynasty Bamboo Cup swept his eyes and said lightly: "Take it again." ”

The boy thought that the water was wrong, so he hurriedly checked it carefully.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

He even poured out a little bit and tasted it.

It is the clear water in the spiritual well.

There's nothing wrong with that.

But if the owner asks for a new one, then he must take it again.

So the boy told Ruan Ling to fetch it again.

Ruan Ling ran to the well and took another cup.

After sending it in for a while, the boy took it out with a sad face: "Take it again." ”

Ruan Ling saw a little bit of water in the cup that had not moved, so he had to take it, pour it out, and get another cup.

Send it in, or take it again.

Doesn't this toss people alive?

Ruan Ling felt that he was still remembering yesterday's events, and he wanted to punish himself carefully.

Ruan Ling thought to herself, anyway, I have a lot of time, so I can take it.

By the time she picked up the eightieth trip, she was already snorting and panting tiredly.

The two boys also squatted at the door with their heads in their hands, muttering in a low voice.

"What's going on, why is the master just dissatisfied?"

"There's nothing unusual about the water today."

"Could it be that the little ghost is sneaking things in there again?"

Their muttering reached Ruan Ling's ears.

Ruan Ling's heart moved slightly, thought about it, took out three tea leaves, threw them into a bamboo cup, and after a while, took out the tea leaves with a clean bamboo branch, and then sent them over.

The boy was still squatting at the door, talking to each other, ignoring her.

Eighty times!

If you send it in, you will definitely be returned.

Ruan Ling stood and waited for a while, no one paid attention to her, and she couldn't open her mouth to remind them, so she had to send them in by herself.

She walked into the study and saw bookshelves on three walls of the room, and the bookshelves were full of bamboo slips, with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes coming to her face.

The black-shirted figure sat behind a large pile of bamboo slips, looking down at the bamboo slips, and his handsome and dazzling face was still as cold as ice.

It seems that no other expression will ever appear on his face.

Ruan Ling held the bamboo cup and handed it to him.

A faint fragrance, if there is no penetration.

Immortal looked up at her.