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Aunt Hess frowned, snapped her fingers out of thin air, and snapped, and her fingertips opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound. The eldest aunt sighed and sat down on the bamboo chair, staring at Niemann.

"Your father is in trouble, I definitely won't stand idly by, you kid, I don't think I've heard the nonsense just now, you yourself calm down here."

"Please help me take care of her for a while, I'm going to go out for a while!" Aunt Hess said to Fan Tong and the three of them.

"You won't go to ...... alone," Zhan Peng asked.

"Of course not! I'll go to the other brothers to discuss countermeasures. Aunt Hess said this, and went out. She had a vague sense of foreboding in her heart, and she disappeared when she walked out of the town.

After the eldest aunt left, Wang Lei opened the chatterbox, "Since this eldest aunt is your aunt, what kind of god is she?" ”

Niemann was in a bad mood, his little emotions did not disappear, and he was taught a lesson by his aunt again. Although I also regret that when I was impulsive, my mouth hurt people, but now I am tied like a ball, and I am being watched by three humans, I feel strange to death, so I don't bother to pay attention to Wang Lei's question.

Who would have thought that as soon as Wang Lei's chatterbox opened, it would be endless, where her face twisted, he chased over and asked, is it XXX God, or YYY God? She was so annoyed that she had to lose to him, because her aunt blocked her voice, and she could only tell him with her mouth. It turned out that the goods were really stupid, and she didn't understand the words she wanted to say after reading it for a long time.

"It's the god of the stove!" Fan Tong really couldn't stand it, "It's really stupid to be a pig!"

Fan Tong has always had a poisonous mouth, and Wang Lei is used to it, so he completely ignored her squeeze and asked, "So, that aunt is the prince of the Olympus stove?" “

"Poof!" Fan Tong squirted out a mouthful of juice.

"Tsk, so excited, it seems that I guessed correctly?" Wang Lei was not ashamed.

"Hestia, the Olympian goddess of fire, is also known as the goddess of fire. The family is peaceful and harmonious, because of his easy-going and kind temperament, as long as it is within the scope of the family, he responds to requests, so he is worshiped as the patron saint of the family by believers. Fan Tong took a dry towel to dry the juice that had been sprinkled outside, explaining.

"Oh!" Wang Lei nodded as if he didn't understand, Nieman stared at Fan Tong all the time, this girl has never seen it, and she has never heard her aunt mention it, she seems to be very familiar with Zhanpeng, what is the origin?

"I didn't expect you to know a lot about the myth of Olympus?" Zhan Peng said in a half-flattering tone.

"No, after I got here, I heard from the villagers, and the people here believe in the god of the stove." Fan Tong said lightly.

Only then did Zhan Peng remember to ask how she got here. Thanks to this time, she was in a good mood, and simply told them what had happened, but she fell here down the river, thinking that she was going to be drowned, but she was lucky to be saved by Aunt Hess, so she simply settled here temporarily.

After a while, Aunt Hess descended on Niemann, and the spell to silence her voice reached its time, and she was finally free to speak. So, the four young people began a long and boring tea time......

Outside the Dark Castle.

"I can't walk anymore!" Haiting gasped and squatted on the ground.

Gao Ming looked up at the sky, "It's getting dark, let's find a place to camp first!" ”

There are broken beams and tiles all around, and the problem of dry firewood is too easy to solve, even if Haiting is not tired, he will not reach out to help with physical work, not to mention that his physical strength is a little overdrawn. Gao Ming picked up some broken branches and stones on the spot, built a temporary windshield wall, when it was finished, Meng Xinyao had already made the bonfire, and the three of them leaned against the wall, gathered around the fire, ate some dry food, and began to chat.

"Did we meet a ghost hitting the wall?" Haiting said nervously.

"Don't talk nonsense." Meng Xinyao tightened her clothes a little scared.

"That's it! Don't talk about people during the day, don't talk about ...... at night" Gao Ming swallowed the ghost words back raw.

Haiting glanced at him with disdain, "And! Are you a man? Be timid! I'll just say, let's see if I can scare you to death! He smiled wickedly and shouted three times in a row, "Ghost! Hell! Hell! ”

Woo~~~ A cool breeze blew, rolling up the dust on the ground, making a rustling sound, like withered hands and claws grabbing the ground. The three of them couldn't help but look at each other, leaning on each other tacitly, and no one spoke for a long time.

After the wind stopped, there was silence again, perhaps because the fighting had scared away the insects and animals that lived nearby.

The restless cells were boiling in the blood, Haiting looked at the faces of the two people left and right, and when he saw that they looked vigilant and vigilant, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, and suddenly hooked his heart to make a fool of himself, and secretly made up his mind to scare them.

"Alright! Look at how nervous you are! Relax, all relax! He stretched out his arms as if he were like.

Meng Xinyao didn't speak, Wu Zi took a stick to pull the ashes in the fire aside, Gao Ming leaned against the wall gently, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Eh! You're really, why don't you speak! If you don't speak, I'll tell you ghost stories! Haiting deliberately focused on the words they were taboo.

"Tingting!" Meng Xinyao finally couldn't help it.

"Okay, don't talk about it, don't talk about it! Look at you! Haiting hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, "It's still early to go to bed, we can't just sit still!" I'll tell you a gossip about one of my buddies! What do you think? ”

As long as he is not in such a desolate place, talking nonsense, whatever he likes to say, Gao Ming doesn't care! If you don't like to listen, it's a big deal not to listen. Meng Xinyao knew that Haiting was a talker, so he didn't let him speak, so he had to hold back his troubles and simply let him go.

"This incident was told to me by a buddy in my circle, a true thing that happened to one of his buddies......" Haiting put on a comfortable posture and began to "tell a story".