Wan Wan met his eyes and said, "Do I have that kind of thing as an official voice?" ”

Fengqing City was stagnant. This one...... It doesn't seem to be.

Wan Wan added a bowl of soup to him and said seriously, "Don't mind. ”

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but look at her again. - She said "don't mind", she didn't even say anything like "how is the official voice more important than Hengzhi".

Holding down the slight strangeness in his heart, Feng Qingcheng withdrew his gaze and continued to drink the soup.

He didn't say anything more about asking Wan Wan to go back to rest, and Wan Wan naturally didn't plan to leave. Neither of them spoke, but sat silently opposite each other. It wasn't until the heavenly general Ming Wanwan left the ancestral hall, and still performed light skills to sweep through the buildings and returned directly to Qi Ao Zhai.

Before he settled in the courtyard, he saw Ziya running out of the courtyard with a huge pattern. There was a serious look on the haggard little face with two dark circles that had never been seen before. After seeing Wan Wan, the salute was also in a hurry.

After saluting, Purple Fang's steps quickened.

Wan Wan followed out curiously. I saw that in front of the courtyard gate, several of her girls and a housekeeper lady were surrounding the water scoop that was shaking like chaff. There is also a spatula on the side, holding the melon seeds with relish. Seeing Ziya come out, several people dodged out of the way together, helping Ziya spread the huge painting on the water scoop.

The water scoop rolled its eyes and fell.

What a magical trick! INTERVIEWER What exactly is this?

Wan Wan couldn't help but walk out of the courtyard door, "What are you doing here?" ”

The silver sparrow stepped forward and said, "According to Madame's instructions, let this sassy hoof know why the flowers are so red." ”

Wanwan: Uh.....

This explanation still doesn't explain what kind of operation this trick is. Wan Wan asked again, "What is this pattern?" ”

This time, it was Purple Fang who answered, "Mrs. Huiyu." Sister Yinque said that she would use 'Hua Jinhong' to deal with this slut who didn't know how high or low. The slave and the maid and other stupid people had never used such methods, and they studied it all night before they drew this pattern with Sister Jin Ying. ”

Wan Wan ......

Why still don't you understand! The thousand-year-old generation gap is indeed insurmountable.

Wan Wan took a deep breath, grasped the key and asked, "What is 'Hua Jinhong'?" ”

When the silver finch explained to Wan Wan that "Hua Jinhong" was a magical thing. Wan Wan finally understood how the water scoop fainted.

She took a serious look at the pattern that was being laid on the body of the water scoop - this size pattern, no more, no less, just enough to cover the whole body of the water scoop, even the top of the head.

Wan Wan deeply felt: her girls are really sincere!

Then Wan Wan sighed again: These girls and the housekeeper lady don't go to the eighteen-story underground purgatory to take up a position, it's really a pity that this kind of scientific research spirit.

There were many slaves and maidservants in the garden who were watching the situation from afar. There are those who are bold and even start to approach this side with the work in their hands.

Wan Wan is an old ghost who has died and lived, and is used to seeing bloody and cruel methods. It's just that considering that this is the world in the end, it's not enough to deal with a girl who tried to seduce her husband. Besides, if it is really to be implemented, it is difficult to ensure that her big and small girls will not fall into any psychological shadow.

After all, they are still little girls. There is a fearless momentum to do things at the age of teenagers, but if you really want to implement it, the bloody impact cannot be offset by this idea.

So Wan Wan said, "I'm in trouble." It's just the easiest way to teach a lesson or two. ”

Silver Sparrow was stunned. Still thinking about what the "easiest way" could tell the water scoop to know "why the flowers are so red", the golden warbler who had just gone out reacted. In line with the principle that the adults of her family are gods, the thin body of the little girl Jin Ying turned into a lightning bolt at this moment, and rushed to the water scoop with great speed, pulling her half of her body with her left hand, and pulling out a round with her right hand, and fanning it fiercely against the white and tender face of the water scoop.

With a crisp sound of "pop". The water scoop woke up and exhaled in pain. Jin Ying's little face was dazed, she raised her right hand to her eyes, only to see that her palm was red, with a hot tingling.

It turns out that slapping is also a matter of skill.

Silver Sparrow knew that slapping was a skill, but she didn't. Looking around, the look I saw didn't look like I knew it. So the silver sparrow was ready to make a small sacrifice, the hand pain was not in the way, the key was to let the lady realize her talent.

Just when Yinque raised his feet, the spatula threw the melon seeds in his hand arrogantly, "I'll come!" ”

The silver finch shook his soft palm and silently retracted the raised foot.

The spatula got up and did not rush straight into the scoop, but into the yard. After a while, she trotted out with a spatula. From afar, he picked up the spatula and slapped it hard at the cheek of the water scoop.

For the water scoop, the spatula was originally liked. But how heavy that love is, and how heavy that disgust is at the moment. Isn't it good to be honest and do things in a small kitchen? actually wanted to hook up with the Hou Ye behind his wife's back. also told her diligently that she had to stay and clean up the sundries, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to clean up.

She believed her and personally told Aunt Wang to keep her. And what did she do with that time?

The bamboo spatula and the tender raw skin and flesh struck each other, and the cracking silk seemed to make all the onlookers tremble in their hearts.

The strength of the spatula that can chop bones and pick up the dough is not comparable to that of Jin Ying and others, and this time the water scoop was straight back to the ground. The spatula turned around for a moment, and trotted all the way back to the yard. After another while, she ran out with a spatula in her left hand and an oil hook in her right hand.

In the daze, she stretched out her oil hook to hook the bun of the water scoop and pulled her up, and then the spatula in her left hand was picked up again. The scoop screamed and fell to the ground again, and the spatula hooked her up again with great accuracy, and then slammed the spatula up again......

In the crying and screaming of the water scoop, Wan Wan actually lost her mind. - It was the movement of the spatula that made her feel a strong sense of familiarity.

During the years when she stayed in the city of vain death, she had seen the "touring performance" of the eighteen-story underworld purgatory more than once. To be precise, it was a deterrent. It's a pity that it only has an effect on new ghosts.,Old ghosts see too much and use this form as a performance in boredom.,And look for fun to kill time.。

She was especially impressed by the ghost servant of the Eighth Layer of Underworld Purgatory. The eighth layer of the underworld purgatory is the oil pot hell. The "performance" is to put the evil spirits who did evil in life into a boiling oil pan and fry them. The ghost servant's methods of bombing the ghost made her suspect more than once that he was selling fritters during his lifetime.

Now that she saw the god-like technique of the spatula, she became more and more sure that the ghost servant must have been a fritter seller before his death.

The girls in the garden who were observing from afar were fine, but those who came close were all standing up with cold hair, and the chill was rising from their heels in the steaming season.

The lady's methods of disposing of the scoop were not really cruel and cruel. But the look on her face was a little intriguing.

It was a look that became more terrifying the more you searched for it.

In front of him, a water scoop screamed miserably. The lady had neither cold anger nor indifference on her face. It was when the slightest trace of blood appeared on the face of the water scoop that she began to show a subtle look of reminiscing about the past.

When Madame saw the blood, she began to reminisce. So what is she reminiscing?

Everyone's imagination began to move infinitely closer to the extreme bloody place in their hearts.

Wan Wan here woke up from her memories, and then looked at the surrounding world scenes, and felt infinite feelings in her heart.

The slaves and maidservants over there thought in unison between the cold on their backs and the two trembling streams: Yaksha really deserves to be Yaksha!