The huge old house was quiet, and only this sound of the rat gnawing on hard objects was particularly obvious. It's as if everyone in the entire old mansion couldn't hear it, and only Mushuang found out. Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie are very vigilant when they sleep, why don't they come out to take a look?

The door of the hall was hidden, and Wushuang leaned on his head to listen, and with a little force, the door cracked, and he took a look at it through the moonlight seeping in outside......

Oh my God! What a big mouse! The rat was round, shiny, and fat, and it was as big as a kitten, definitely bigger than his own white fur and yellow skin.

Wushuang found that the big mouse was gnawing on the gray fairy statue placed on the hall with two sharp teeth, and the head of the fairy statue was gone, and the ground was full of mud crumbs. Didn't you obviously let you throw five immortal statues from Chihu in the last few days? Why are you still here? And rats are also things with aura, how can you go and gnaw your own immortal statues? This scene is simply too weird.

How do you look at the furnishings of the hall, how do you feel awkward, and after a closer look, you find that there is a large water tank in the middle of this hall, which has been filled, and the liquid in the tank is illuminated by the moonlight, and you can't see what it is. But there was always a smell in the hall. It's sesame oil!

Sesame oil, sesame oil in the fairy hall, Wushuang scratched his head, but he couldn't remember when he told him to do this. However, there is indeed such a saying in the golden point technique, if the aged old sesame oil is stored in the main house at home, it can prosper and prosper.

I patted my head, confused! What did I think about earlier? Or did people think of it from Chihu himself! I really should have told him earlier that he used this method to make up for the good fortune in the house.

But he thought about it again, something was wrong? This was a trick in the Golden Point Technique, and he almost didn't remember it, so how did he know from the Red Tiger? Or it was not from the Red Tiger at all.

Wushuang suddenly realized, turned around and looked up at the moon in the sky, but don't look at the moonlight outside, but there was a black scene above his head, and there was no shadow of the moon at all.

"!" he scolded. It's a weird nightmare!

But he knew it was a nightmare, but he couldn't wake up anyway.

He turned his head again, and the big rat in the hall had already jumped down, standing on tiptoe and poking up the water tank, this guy was big, stretched his body and put his body on the edge of the water tank, just enough to poke the slender head into the mouth of the tank, and then he licked the sesame oil in the tank with his tongue deeply.

Zizizi...... Zizizi...... It drank sesame oil greedily.

Isn't this sesame oil representing the good fortune of the family, and the dream of a mouse stealing the sesame oil of its own family, and doesn't it just indicate that it is stealing good luck a little bit?

Wushuang was stunned, only to see the big rat with a round belly sliding down the edge of the tank, slowly turning around, and staring directly at Wushuang.

Wushuang is shocked, this ...... Where is the eye of a mouse, that strange eye is full of resentment and desolation, it is clearly a person's curse!

"Ah!!!!!h It's so cold! It's so cold! It's a terrible dream.

He was still sleeping on his own small kang, and there was no movement of the big rats outside the house. How could it be so cold? The dream was so real, did it bring out the chill in the dream?

Huh? What about quilts?

Wushuang looked down and saw that he was lying on the kang in his pajamas, and the quilt was gone, could this not be cold? After all, it was also more than ten degrees below zero...... I almost ran out of gas!

It turned out that after I fell asleep, I don't know when, these two girls slipped in, the two girls slept more ugly than the other, the blue butterfly was still digging her nostrils there, Xiao Jinhua half-opened her mouth, and her mouth was dripping out. The two girls dragged half of his quilt and occupied half of his kang, and they were about to squeeze off the kang for him.

"Damn! You two dead girls!!! get me up! Like words? Like words? You don't have your own room? What kind of system does this make people see?" Wushuang pulled the quilt and scolded.

"Oh, master, don't be like our two little women, catch up with you and have a brazier in your house to keep warm, you go and see, our house is cold, you can take pity on the jade!"

"Lan Caidie! your sister! Look at it, now the golden flowers have been brought to you badly, go back quickly!"

"Brother, it's really cold, you just let the two of us sleep here, or you will ask Cong Chihu to prepare a brazier for the two of us in the room." Xiao Jinhua pouted.

Men can reason with women at any time, especially two women who are in love with them, even if you have a hundred mouths, you can't talk about them.

Forget it, let them be, this dream is too real, although the dream is not about some evil ghost asking for life, but the strange appearance in the dream is still vividly disturbing Wushuang's mind, and he can't sleep anymore.

"Gotta get it, I can't afford to mess with me, can't I hide? You two can sleep here if you want, I'll go out for a walk." Wushuang put on his coat and pushed the door out.

Outside, the moonlight was as bright as in a dream, and when I looked up, it was okay that there was a bright moon hanging overhead. Wushuang shook his head helplessly, what's wrong with him? With such a big person, why are he still afraid of nightmares?

There was a big red lantern hanging from the house, and it was not too late, it was midnight, and the shouting of drunkards came from the front yard. As soon as I heard it, I knew that the old man was drinking with Liu Mazi again.

The door of the living room was open, and the two of them had already drunk the Ting, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and their mouths were scooped. There are several different expressions of people who drink too much, some people are willing to play drunk, some people are willing to chatter, some people are willing to laugh, some people are willing to cry, but they all have one thing in common, you are good at blowing.

"O old man, I ...... Let me tell you, I don't know the name of my Liu Mazi back then? You know no, my father, is not lower than your old man, what are you? You are coarse people, you are all murderous and overachievers, my father is Yaogong's ears, do you know the ears? Yaogong has to ask my father if he wants to know anything. Ha ha...... There is nothing in the world that our Liu family can't inquire about! So, this Shunfeng Ear nickname has been passed down to my life. Liu Mazi began to blow, and the old cows were flying all over the sky.