In three years, Mrs. Hua has already figured out Fenghua's ability to cause trouble, this little bastard has a lot of ghost ideas, she can run away without a trace if she doesn't pay attention, and she will definitely not suffer.

If it weren't for the extreme chaos of the meridians in that body, her old man would even think that Fenghua could cultivate, but unfortunately, even if she couldn't cultivate, no one in this imperial capital would be able to suppress this little bastard.

In order to make this little bastard a little more free, she, the old woman, decided to do something.

Since the big one has flown with wings, and the little one is still not fully fledged, these two old fellows will not sit still.

"You." Zhen Guogong glanced at Mrs. Hua beside him helplessly, and said that confinement is not a change of way to protect that kid? The holy decrees have been trampled on, and this kid has really caused a lot of trouble.

"Each other, each other." Mrs. Hua raised her eyebrows and walked out in a wheelchair.

The two old men looked at each other and knew what each other was thinking, and they looked at each other and smiled.

Left, the whole person lay on the door and was called for thousands of times without anyone paying attention to the elegance, and a person was locked in the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is very small, that is, a 100-square-meter space, in the middle is a table with some snacks on it, and behind the table is a screen, on which a ghost-like character is drawn. There were also several portraits of people hanging on the walls around them, as well as several weapons such as swords, guns, and bows, and nothing else.

Behind the screen, it was divided into two spaces, one side was the bed, and the other side was the bathing bucket, and the water in it was still warm. Fenghua hurriedly went to the side to clean himself to avoid getting sick, and after changing into a dry robe, the whole person lay on the door, squatted on the window, stepped on the bench and jumped twice, and finally picked the soil with a small spoon.

An hour has passed, and he finally exhausted his physical strength, and looked at the lonely poplar tree outside the door depressedly, and finally had to admit the fact that he was locked up.

Well, the ginger is really still old and spicy.

She really can't get out of this place.

It's so lonely!

Yang Tian sighed, and finally jumped on a table, picked up a plate of dim sum and was really ready to eat, and saw the extremely conspicuous little thing on the dim sum, it was the steamed bun that she forcibly abducted into the contract, when did it follow?

Glancing at the almost ruined steamed buns, Fenghua grabbed the steamed buns again, and was about to study them.

Boom!

The table beneath him was empty, as if the wall had disappeared before, without any sense of existence.

Thump!

This time, there was no hot spring of good luck, and the whole person sat on the ground with a heap of butts.

"Shhh

I took a small breath of cold air, fell into the water and bit my lip, fell to the ground and bit my tongue, this moldy steamed bun, the tongue was bitten by myself This bite is much more ruthless than when the lip is broken, Fenghua's eyes are full of crystal tears, "It hurts." ”

The one who feels the same pain as Fenghua is the steamed bun that was pinched by Fenghua to deformation.

If you want to say that this steamed bun has no facial features, no limbs, no head, no hair, and everything that a normal creature should have, it doesn't have it. It's so small, tender, white and soft, if it doesn't move, no one will find the difference even if it is placed in the steamed bun pile.