She looked incredulous, and the old man suddenly had no face to be angry.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the others.

Does he not want to lose face?

I know that I can't say it, this girl is very bad, and if she doesn't help him, she just laughs at him.

"I can't learn it so simply, I think I just took a casual look back then, and I didn't practice, and it was done!"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and the tendons on his forehead were also twitching.

He said that he was suffering, grabbed the chili powder and poured it into his white noodles.

"Weren't you pretty smart before? You can still force me to take poison, why can't I suddenly do it? Do you have Alzheimer's? ”

Qingyan poked the old man's head with chopsticks, but he almost poked him to the ground.

"You forced the elder to eat poison!" The little cook stared at him in horror.

How can an old man be so bad?

He must have been a bad guy in the first place, and the bad guy has grown old!

Although Lan Yan disliked Qingyan and always troubled him, he didn't think it was easy for the little girl to be an elder, but he didn't expect this old man to be so vicious, he was so angry that he directly pulled out his sword and put it on the old man's neck.

The old man pinched away the long sword aggrievedly: "I didn't poison it, I just made a joke." ”

Is it necessary to keep holding grudges about sesame mung bean points?

The little girl is small-minded.

When Qingyan poked him, he was aggrieved and helpless, and ignored him after poking, he felt left out again, and went up the pole to find a poke, "Why are you so dignified, why do you go down the mountain, it makes me easy to find." ”

"I have to report back to you about what I have to do?" Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

The old man touched his nose, "No, I care about you and worry about you getting lost." ”

Qingyan put down her chopsticks and hooked her hand at him.

The old man who was left out and isolated was surprised and delighted, pointing to himself, "Call me?" ”

Seeing her frowning, the old man hurriedly leaned his head over.

Qingyan lowered his voice, "If a person is sealed, how can he solve it?" ”

She went down the mountain this time to find the herbs recorded in the Sanyuan Materia Medica that could help unseal it, but Lan Yi had never heard of it, and she didn't know who to ask for a while, so let's ask this old man.

No matter how much he hates it, he is also the dean's uncle, and he has always seen a little bit of the world.

In the past, she thought that she had lost her memory at a young age, maybe she had broken her head or burned stupidly.

But since he was injured by the demon lady, she found that his pulse was very strange.

His body seemed to be wrapped in something that the outside world could not see.

What can wrap a person invisibly, she can't think of anything other than sealing.

When the old man heard her say that people were sealed, his eyes widened suddenly, and he choked on the spicy noodles in his mouth.

Qingyan felt disgusted and hurriedly hugged his face.

"You, ahem, why did you suddenly think of this? Who is so capable, can still seal a person, hahaha, joke, it's funny, cough cough ......"

Qingyan was originally just guessing, and his appearance of wanting to cover it up made her more determined.

She grabbed the old man's beard, "You can't do it, right?" ”

This old man is ruthless and can do anything, can't he be that kid's enemy who destroys the door, right?

The old man put down the chili noodles, "Ahem, how can I, ahem, do that kind of thing." ”

Qingyan knew that he would definitely not say, so he didn't go around in circles on this issue.

"If you don't know about the seal, then you should know about the Bone Flute, right?"

She asked him with a look of contempt, as if he didn't know.

It's incompetence!

It's stupid!

They don't deserve to live in the world and waste rice!

The old man's throat was still uncomfortable, and he was despised by the stinky girl.

He wanted to beg for water, but no one paid attention to him, and even the noodle stall owner disliked him.

I can't afford to eat meat sauce noodles, and I want to spend the money of white noodles to eat all his chili powder!

Why didn't he eat both soy sauce and vinegar?

The old man coughed so much that his snot bubbles splashed, "Ahem, what do you want that thing for?" ”

"It's not me who wants it, it's the secretary." She couldn't even recognize the staff, so she knew what kind of instrument.

Division?

He remembered that Si Hui was a man!

Why did the stinky girl find a bone flute to give to a man?

Does she want Hongxing to go out of the wall to steal men?

No, how could she cuckold "her" son!

Old man: "What are you doing so well to him?" Don't you like him? You can't like him! ”

Burst!

A lump of noodles squirted out.

Pasted on the old man's clothes.

Old man: "............"

Qingyan laughed and apologized, "Hahaha, I'm sorry, it's really that you said it was too funny, I couldn't help it." ”

Lan Yi and the little cook snickered at the beginning.

The old man has the heart to ascend to heaven.

What did he do, God wanted him to suffer like this?

Forget it, she thinks it's funny, at least "her" son is not green for the time being.

The old man picked up the rag hanging on the corner of the table and wiped it randomly.

Qingyan took advantage of him to tidy up his clothes and secretly added vinegar to his bowl, "Oh, there's one more thing." ”

"Lazy people have a lot of and pee, what else?" The old man took a bite of the noodles impatiently.

Hiss, sore toothache.

Qingyan pulled the little chef to the girl, "Xiao Wang said that there is a tree on a hill adjacent to Xiaolin Mountain, and the branches are so thin. ”

She gestured to the tip of her little finger.

"Don't look at such a thin branch that can be burned for a long time under the stove, the fire is still strong, the fire is blue, shining, and there is sticky juice at the fracture."

The old man didn't look at her, and instead asked Lan Yi, "You elders have always done so much?" ”

Lan Yi shook her head and opened her mouth to explain for her, but she still didn't say it.

It can't be said that Elder Qingyan doesn't do anything in Xiaolinshan.

All she had to do was whip people around with a little leather whip.

Qingyan is speechless, what does it mean to have a lot of things, she is called a dedicated career!

"Anyway, when I came out, I wanted to get everything done."

Only when the problem is solved can you sleep comfortably, otherwise it will be pressed on your heart and annoyed.

The old man ate noodles and didn't speak, and Qingyan took away his bowl.

The old man couldn't grab a bowl with a woman on the street, so he could only say: "Bone flute, over there." ”

He pointed in the right direction.

Qingyan looked over, where?

"As for the branch, it should be waiting."

"Wait? Could it be that wait? Qingyan's eyes lit up.

Lan Yi didn't understand what they were talking about, so she thought about asking again in private, so as not to let the little chef know that he was shallow and send it back to Xiaolinshan.

The old man stretched out his hands, "My face? ”

Qingyan returned the noodle bowl to him and asked Lan Yi to pay.

The old man probed his brain, wondering if Lan Yi would help him pay, and heard a long voice next to him.

"Xiao Wang, this old man wants to poison me with a black heart, don't sympathize with him in the future."

"Yes, Elder, Xiao Wang remembered." The little cook nodded.

When she heard that he had poisoned the elders, she secretly resolved to avenge them.

They walked in front, and the old man cried and chirped and chased behind.

"I'm not black, you see I'm not black at all, don't."

The little chef inherited the craftsmanship of the eldest lady, and the dishes cooked became better and better day by day, and if he couldn't eat them in the future, he would rather starve to death.

At this time, without waiting for Qingyan to drive people away, the little cook stared at the old man.

The old man didn't dare to chase after him.

When they came to the top of the hill adjacent to the small Linshan, they saw the branches of the trees.

"Such a baby, there is a mountain, and no one cares about it, I can only say that the current people don't know the goods!"

Qingyan muttered to herself.

"Baby?" Lan Yi wrinkled her eyebrows tightly.

He couldn't see any treasure in this unremarkable hill, and he seemed to have something on the soles of his shoes when he stepped into the grass just now.

As for what it was, he didn't want to think about it.

She looked incredulous, and the old man suddenly had no face to be angry.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the others.

Does he not want to lose face?

I know that I can't say it, this girl is very bad, and if she doesn't help him, she just laughs at him.

"I can't learn it so simply, I think I just took a casual look back then, and I didn't practice, and it was done!"

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched, and the tendons on his forehead were also twitching.

He said that he was suffering, grabbed the chili powder and poured it into his white noodles.

"Weren't you pretty smart before? You can still force me to take poison, why can't I suddenly do it? Do you have Alzheimer's? ”

Qingyan poked the old man's head with chopsticks, but he almost poked him to the ground.

"You forced the elder to eat poison!" The little cook stared at him in horror.

How can an old man be so bad?

He must have been a bad guy in the first place, and the bad guy has grown old!

Although Lan Yan disliked Qingyan and always troubled him, he didn't think it was easy for the little girl to be an elder, but he didn't expect this old man to be so vicious, he was so angry that he directly pulled out his sword and put it on the old man's neck.

The old man pinched away the long sword aggrievedly: "I didn't poison it, I just made a joke." ”

Is it necessary to keep holding grudges about sesame mung bean points?

The little girl is small-minded.

When Qingyan poked him, he was aggrieved and helpless, and ignored him after poking, he felt left out again, and went up the pole to find a poke, "Why are you so dignified, why do you go down the mountain, it makes me easy to find." ”

"I have to report back to you about what I have to do?" Qingyan raised an eyebrow.

The old man touched his nose, "No, I care about you and worry about you getting lost." ”

Qingyan put down her chopsticks and hooked her hand at him.

The old man who was left out and isolated was surprised and delighted, pointing to himself, "Call me?" ”

Seeing her frowning, the old man hurriedly leaned his head over.

Qingyan lowered his voice, "If a person is sealed, how can he solve it?" ”

She went down the mountain this time to find the herbs recorded in the Sanyuan Materia Medica that could help unseal it, but Lan Yi had never heard of it, and she didn't know who to ask for a while, so let's ask this old man.

No matter how much he hates it, he is also the dean's uncle, and he has always seen a little bit of the world.

In the past, she thought that she had lost her memory at a young age, maybe she had broken her head or burned stupidly.

But since he was injured by the demon lady, she found that his pulse was very strange.

His body seemed to be wrapped in something that the outside world could not see.

What can wrap a person invisibly, she can't think of anything other than sealing.

When the old man heard her say that people were sealed, his eyes widened suddenly, and he choked on the spicy noodles in his mouth.

Qingyan felt disgusted and hurriedly hugged his face.

"You, ahem, why did you suddenly think of this? Who is so capable, can still seal a person, hahaha, joke, it's funny, cough cough ......"

Qingyan was originally just guessing, and his appearance of wanting to cover it up made her more determined.

She grabbed the old man's beard, "You can't do it, right?" ”

This old man is ruthless and can do anything, can't he be that kid's enemy who destroys the door, right?

The old man put down the chili noodles, "Ahem, how can I, ahem, do that kind of thing." ”

Qingyan knew that he would definitely not say, so he didn't go around in circles on this issue.

"If you don't know about the seal, then you should know about the Bone Flute, right?"

She asked him with a look of contempt, as if he didn't know.

It's incompetence!

It's stupid!

They don't deserve to live in the world and waste rice!

The old man's throat was still uncomfortable, and he was despised by the stinky girl.

He wanted to beg for water, but no one paid attention to him, and even the noodle stall owner disliked him.

I can't afford to eat meat sauce noodles, and I want to spend the money of white noodles to eat all his chili powder!

Why didn't he eat both soy sauce and vinegar?

The old man coughed so much that his snot bubbles splashed, "Ahem, what do you want that thing for?" ”

"It's not me who wants it, it's the secretary." She couldn't even recognize the staff, so she knew what kind of instrument.

Division?

He remembered that Si Hui was a man!

Why did the stinky girl find a bone flute to give to a man?

Does she want Hongxing to go out of the wall to steal men?

No, how could she cuckold "her" son!

Old man: "What are you doing so well to him?" Don't you like him? You can't like him! ”

Burst!

A lump of noodles squirted out.

Pasted on the old man's clothes.

Old man: "............"

Qingyan laughed and apologized, "Hahaha, I'm sorry, it's really that you said it was too funny, I couldn't help it." ”

Lan Yi and the little cook snickered at the beginning.

The old man has the heart to ascend to heaven.

What did he do, God wanted him to suffer like this?

Forget it, she thinks it's funny, at least "her" son is not green for the time being.

The old man picked up the rag hanging on the corner of the table and wiped it randomly.

Qingyan took advantage of him to tidy up his clothes and secretly added vinegar to his bowl, "Oh, there's one more thing." ”

"Lazy people have a lot of and pee, what else?" The old man took a bite of the noodles impatiently.

Hiss, sore toothache.

Qingyan pulled the little chef to the girl, "Xiao Wang said that there is a tree on a hill adjacent to Xiaolin Mountain, and the branches are so thin. ”

She gestured to the tip of her little finger.

"Don't look at such a thin branch that can be burned for a long time under the stove, the fire is still strong, the fire is blue, shining, and there is sticky juice at the fracture."

The old man didn't look at her, and instead asked Lan Yi, "You elders have always done so much?" ”

Lan Yi shook her head and opened her mouth to explain for her, but she still didn't say it.

It can't be said that Elder Qingyan doesn't do anything in Xiaolinshan.

All she had to do was whip people around with a little leather whip.

Qingyan is speechless, what does it mean to have a lot of things, she is called a dedicated career!

"Anyway, when I came out, I wanted to get everything done."

Only when the problem is solved can you sleep comfortably, otherwise it will be pressed on your heart and annoyed.

The old man ate noodles and didn't speak, and Qingyan took away his bowl.

The old man couldn't grab a bowl with a woman on the street, so he could only say: "Bone flute, over there." ”

He pointed in the right direction.

Qingyan looked over, where?

"As for the branch, it should be waiting."

"Wait? Could it be that wait? Qingyan's eyes lit up.

Lan Yi didn't understand what they were talking about, so she thought about asking again in private, so as not to let the little chef know that he was shallow and send it back to Xiaolinshan.

The old man stretched out his hands, "My face? ”

Qingyan returned the noodle bowl to him and asked Lan Yi to pay.

The old man probed his brain, wondering if Lan Yi would help him pay, and heard a long voice next to him.

"Xiao Wang, this old man wants to poison me with a black heart, don't sympathize with him in the future."

"Yes, Elder, Xiao Wang remembered." The little cook nodded.

When she heard that he had poisoned the elders, she secretly resolved to avenge them.

They walked in front, and the old man cried and chirped and chased behind.

"I'm not black, you see I'm not black at all, don't."

The little chef inherited the craftsmanship of the eldest lady, and the dishes cooked became better and better day by day, and if he couldn't eat them in the future, he would rather starve to death.

At this time, without waiting for Qingyan to drive people away, the little cook stared at the old man.

The old man didn't dare to chase after him.

When they came to the top of the hill adjacent to the small Linshan, they saw the branches of the trees.

"Such a baby, there is a mountain, and no one cares about it, I can only say that the current people don't know the goods!"

Qingyan muttered to herself.

"Baby?" Lan Yi wrinkled her eyebrows tightly.

He couldn't see any treasure in this unremarkable hill, and he seemed to have something on the soles of his shoes when he stepped into the grass just now.

As for what it was, he didn't want to think about it.