Seeing that the weasel was about to be beaten out of, Jiang Ningning squatted on the ground and ordered an ingot.

"It's so fragrant~"

The fox, who was still beating the weasel one moment ago, rushed to the ingots the next moment and took a deep breath.

I can't wait to swallow it all.

The weasel, who was beaten and watched others eat well, hugged his skinny self in distress: Why is it always me who is injured~

The old ghost in the long shirt next to him was distressed and divided his Tukara in half, "Do you want to eat?" ”

Weasel: ...... "Not necessarily! ”

Turning his head and rushing behind Jiang Ningning, he shouted at the fox, "Aren't you very powerful?" Why don't you fight? You fight, you fight, you fight! ”

The fox rolled his eyes with a pair of hanging eyes: Where did you come from?

"Haven't you heard of it, if you have milk, you are a mother! Have you ever seen a? That's called a bad descendant! After snorting, the fox was confident, "Besides, what bad intentions can a young lady who can make such a good fragrance." ”

After speaking, he smiled flatteringly at Jiang Ningning.

"Little sister, I can clean up the house, open the toilet, coax the children, cook, hang the ceiling, lay the floor......"

Without waiting for her to finish, Jiang Ningning interrupted her concisely, "I don't want to be immortal." ”

The foxes were stunned.

"Is there anyone in this world who is not a top immortal? You don't know my benefits! Come on, let me rub your belly for you, and you can feel the power of our Hu family! ”

After speaking, Xiao Mao's hand was about to stretch out to Jiang Ningning.

Jiang Ningning directly pressed her head, "Don't toss, let me ask you, did you change the old ghost in the long shirt and other people's souls?" ”

"The old ghost in the long shirt?" The fox was puzzled, and then suddenly realized, "You said that the Fifth Highness, yes, it's me." ”

Confession of frankness.

The old ghost in the long shirt floated forward with Tukara in his hand and asked angrily, "Why? I've hired you? ”

The fox snorted, "Not really. ”

"Why did you turn me into a starving ghost without you!"

"There's no reason, it's just that I want to repay the favor, it just so happens that my benefactor is a starving ghost, I want to find him a good family, it just so happens that your life is very good." The fox shrugged his shoulders and spread his little hairy hands, "If you have to find a reason, it is probably that you are unlucky." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he was already dead, the old ghost in the long shirt would have died of anger!

"You turned me into a starving ghost, don't you even want to find a reason to lie to me!"

The fox was incredulous, "Do you want to hear me lie to you?" Oh my God, do you princes only listen to good words and don't listen to the truth? No wonder your dynasty has fallen. ”

Seeing that the old ghost in the long shirt had a grimace that made him a little angry, Jiang Ningning hurriedly gave the fox a kick: "You repay your kindness, you can't harm others!" Swap it back! ”

The fox was kicked and barked.

"I didn't harm others, I harmed the Fifth Highness!"

The old ghost in the long shirt: ...... I'm special!

"These five highnesses are none other than the master of my benefactor!"

The old ghost in the long shirt: ...... What's that?

The fox turned to look at the old ghost in the robe.

"Did you eat a dumpling before you died?"

The old ghost in the long shirt nodded, thinking, the pork stuffed dumplings I ate, is my benefactor the pig? Thanks for feeding me full?

Without waiting for the old ghost brain circuit of the long shirt to drift away, the fox said: "That dumpling is the dumpling that an old servant of yours sold his winter clothes in exchange for meat and wrapped it for you. ”

The old ghost in the long shirt was stunned.

Speaking of his old servant, his eyes were a little red.

When he was alive, rebellions broke out, even if he was a prince and a prince, his life was very average.

In the year of his death, his palace was raided by the rebellious people, and it was the old servant who ran out with him overnight to avoid being beaten to death by the mob.

He had a child under his knees, and he was able to live by relying on the old servant carrying a big bag on the dock.

He remembered the day he met the bandits.

It was his birthday.

Early in the morning, the old servant said that he had to eat dumplings on his birthday, and he had to eat dumplings today.

How can you have money to eat dumplings.

He has one child, and the old servant has two children, all of whom are half and no small, and it is the time when they can eat but cannot work.

He himself was frail and sickly, and he couldn't help much.

The family has so many mouths to eat, and they all count on the old servant......

He said at the time that if he didn't want to eat meat, he was tired of panic, and it was good to eat a bowl of longevity noodles that was refreshing.

As a result, when the old servant came back in the evening, he said excitedly that the owner of the dock rewarded those who did a good job, and each of them gave a piece of meat.

That piece of meat was less than half a catty, and they made a lot of dumplings together.

He remembered that when he finished eating, there was still more than half of it left, how could the old servant not eat it?

The old ghost in the long shirt looked at the fox, "He, why didn't he eat later?" ”

The fox narrowed, "You don't know? ”

The old ghost in the long shirt sighed, with a sadness that could not be dissolved.

"I went out after eating, I think he was tired all day, and I wanted to go to the stove room to boil some hot water, and let him soak in hot water after eating."

"There was no firewood at home, so I went outside to collect firewood, and I happened to meet bandits passing by."

"I let ...... I lit a sky lantern. ”

Jiang Ningning's eyelids jumped.

It's a little too uncomfortable to die.

The weasel patted the old ghost in the robe sympathetically, wanting to comfort but couldn't say anything.

The old ghost in the long shirt could think about it himself, "At that time, it was uncomfortable, like a knife mountain fire and a sea oil pot nail board, but after so many years, I forgot about it." ”

He wanted to pretend to be relaxed.

But how easy it is.

I barely wanted to laugh, but in the end it was uglier than crying, so I gave up.

This sadness is not for himself, but for the old servant.

He asked the fox, "...... them Encountered bandits too? ”

The fox said: "Then which is the bandit, it is your imperial brother who rebelled and wanted to seize power, passing by you, by the way, he wanted to occupy your Ningcheng, and came to find you."

"You think you were kicked out of the palace by the mob? Which mob has such great ability, it was arranged by your royal brother!

"Forget it, if you don't talk about this, just say that I am a benefactor.

"At that time, your royal brother's people killed you, and they wanted to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, so they were going to the village to kill your surviving son.

"Your old servant stuffed a few children under the kang and hid them, and he was afraid that the children would be hungry, so he stuffed them in.

"When he was killed by those bastards, he hadn't eaten for two days, and every day he came back from the docks, and all the food from the docks was brought back for you to eat.

"If he dies like this, he shouldn't be a starving ghost, who should be a starving ghost!"

Speaking of which.

A foxy face is gloomy.

There is a murderous aura of gnashing teeth.

"It's a pity that my cultivation was limited at that time, otherwise, I would have scratched those bastards to death, my benefactor is so good that I let the knife hack to death."

Hacked to death with a knife.

I was lit with a sky lantern, and the old ghost in the long shirt was relieved.

But when he heard the old servant being hacked to death with a knife, he staggered back a few steps, unsteady, leaned against the tree behind him, and resisted it to death, even if he let go a little, this soul was unstable.

"You, are you sure my old servant ...... But if he dies, who will bury me? ”

After a moment, he finally thought of something, and asked with a hope of one in ten thousand.