Yang Pugui didn't think about it, but it was just a time to discuss a little important matter, and the wine placed in the hall gave them a few fine drinks.

Luo Gan can be said to be unceremoniously.

He also needs to prepare the items for tomorrow's sacrifice, and he doesn't care about those drunks.

Looking at the bright moon hanging high outside, he couldn't stop sighing.

"In that case, I still have to go to Sanli Village tomorrow. Before, I misunderstood Master's intentions. Lu Lei coldly glanced at the drunk Luo Gan, his junior brother fidgeting with the wine bowl.

Hearing the news that Luoqian did not have Huangquan lanterns, Yang Pugui felt very sorry. "The well in Sanli Village is very important, although the sable didn't help us bring back Luogan with the Huangquan lantern at that time, but at least let Qixia and the others take the bait. ”

"Yes, it seems that Master is still a step ahead, we can start with Sanli Village to make up for it. ”

Yang Pugui glanced at him, then leaned over and lowered his voice and asked, "Really, can you refine the Corpse King?" He looked back at the lower hall with great caution, making sure that Luo Gan was still drunk, and Mingshuang even fell asleep on the table.

Lu Lei nodded and did not make a sound.

He saw his junior brother sipping wine, so he pulled Yang Pugui outside the house and stood in the cold wind, the whole person was sober.

It's been three years since he started...... "Maybe there's something, I have to remind you." My master said that he could be a host. But he is my junior brother, so I can't say anything...... Can you help me test it, I just want to know if there's a better option?"

"Corpse King host?" Yang Pugui had learned from his master earlier that the remnant soul of the Corpse King that he had encountered in the Jiangdu Spirit Realm had not been destroyed, but had been deliberately sealed by Mu Yuanzhen.

The Corpse King is powerful enough to fight against all the disciples of a sect, and it is difficult for elder-level figures to be eliminated smoothly. The last time they encountered just one remnant soul, it gave them a headache.

For Kihara Mako, who relies on hiring to recruit people, he urgently needs loyal and strong force, not only employees who want his deep pockets.

It is very difficult to refine the Corpse King, which requires not only an environment where the resentment of a hundred ghosts gathers, but also a host that is one in a million.

He Zhi of the innate demon root is one of them, after three years of careful conditioning by his master, no one can be more suitable as a host than him.

Yang Pugui understood all this and deeply felt the terrifying extent of it. In this regard, he could only sigh: "Look at it again...... When they come back, they will use Luo Gan to find out the clues of the Huangquan lantern. Anyway, this wick is still the most important. ”

"For the time being, I can only endure these people. ”

There was a singing sound comparable to the crow of Luo Qian in the house, and Lu Lei, who clenched his fists and burst into muscles, gritted his teeth and said this.

Q: Who can have a good night's sleep?

Mingshuang, who woke up from her dream the next day, didn't understand how Luo Gan's socks got into her mouth. In an instant, his whole face turned green, Mingshuang jumped up from the floor, rushed out of the door, and found Luo Gan sitting at the table eating.

"You, you, you......"

Luo Gan, who had eaten and drunk enough, burped, and the smile on his face was extremely bright. "You're awake. None of them were there, Yang Pugui and his daughter-in-law were in the Taoist temple, and Lu Lei returned to Sanli Village. Hiccup - we just in time to get out and get down to business. Actually, I'd rather go through their house and search for incriminating evidence or something. ”

"I ......"

Luo Gan stroked his bangs, "Ang, I forgot to tell you, I have already turned it over, and there is nothing." We can sneak to the temple, I suspect they hid the body in the basement or something. ”

"You ......"

Luo Qian looked at Mingshuang, who was speechless with excitement, and lifted the lunch box under the table, "Don't be in a hurry." Actually, I cooked you a meal and kept it warm in a box. Let's fill our stomachs first. ”

Hearing Luo Gan's words, his thousands of words were blocked in his throat. Maybe Luo Gan likes to disagree with him, and what he says can often make him angry half to death, and even occupy the senior brother's Shouyuan Sword, and the whole person is disgusting from head to toe.

However, at some point, Luo Gan will also know how to be considerate and can endure Mingshuang's nagging.

There are four dishes and one soup in the lunch box, and the rice is two bowls. Mingshuang couldn't help but sigh, Luo Qian is quite good at taking care of people.

Mingshuang, who was so hungry that her chest was attached to her back, didn't bother with Luo Gan's socks anymore, and enjoyed her meal deliciously.

"We'll go and watch it later. Luo Qian smiled.

"Yes. Mingshuang looked rather embarrassed, "By the way, have you been attacked by the demonic spirit root monk before?"

The incident he asked casually made Luo Gan confused.

Mingshuang had to explain what Lu Lei said to Luo Gan again. Lu Lei said that there were very few people who were attacked by the demon root for the second time, and Mingshuang didn't think so.

Luo Qian is an underbeaten physique, and it is not uncommon to be one of them. Will he still remember who hit him?

"If you are injured, will you be poisoned by the cold? "Stilt Erlang's legs, what is the poison that he once suffered.

"No! That's a backlash, damn it. If it weren't for my junior sister......"

Both were silent.

Mingshuang pursed the corners of her lips, and said forget it, and bluntly talked about this topic.

Luo Gan inadvertently remembered the first time he encountered Xiao Ku in Qixia. Stimulated, crazy, attacked, black...... The similarities made him doubt that person.

"Mingshuang, I'm thinking about how ...... should be"

"I cooked some soup and it worked especially well for hangovers. He Zhi came in with a bowl of soup and smiled, just interrupting Luo Gan's words.

The brown noodle soup was steaming, Luo Gan closed his mouth, endured the headache and shook his head silently.

"Oh, this is the lunch I'm going to bring to Senior Brother Yang and my sister-in-law later. ”

Mingshuang was biting a piece of meat and was immediately stunned.

"They're hugging...... Deficient. ”

Seeing that the meal prepared for Yang Pugui and the two was eaten, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved. But considering that Mingshuang was very drunk last night, woke up late, and was very hungry, it is understandable that this happened.

He was going to prepare another one, although it would be later, but it wasn't a big deal.

"I'll go get another one ready. I'm also to blame, if you don't have enough to prepare for you, you'll naturally eat them. He Zhi put the soup bowl in front of Luo Gan and said kindly: "Didn't you say that you had a headache when you got up before? I specially cooked this." Obviously you're hurt, you shouldn't have drunk so much. Your throat hurts, right? You've been singing all night. ”

Luo Gan squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Is it good?"

"It's ok. He Zhi quickly returned to the kitchen and quickly got busy.

Luo Gan knew what he was facing, so he picked up the soup bowl in the blink of an eye, and made Mingshuang's hungry tiger pounce stop in mid-air.

"What do you say?" the breeze gently brushed his three thousand green silks, "this bowl of soup is more suitable for you who have more headaches." I'll just bear the pain and cede it!"

He Zhi packed his lunch again, but was stopped by Luo Gan when he went out. He was surprised that Luo Gan would offer to deliver food on his behalf.

And Mingshuang, who accidentally ate lunch, also went out slowly in order to express her apology.

"Then I can rest for a while. He Zhi felt a little relieved.

Nestled back in the house for a lunch break, he didn't realize a problem yet.

Luo Gan They didn't know the way to the Taoist temple.

Qingshui Village was a little scary when it was empty, and the two lost people couldn't find the villagers to ask for directions, so they walked to the highest place one by one.

Since he went out, Mingshuang has not stopped unilaterally arguing with Luo Gan.

Luo Gan listened absent-mindedly, no matter how the man's saliva splashed, he still walked steadily with the lunch box.

God knows how he came across this kind of person who can play to his heart's content alone.

In order to get a clear view of Qingshui Village, the two walked towards the high slope. It took a lot of trouble to determine the direction of the Taoist temple, and when I got there, the hour was much later.

Luo Qian asked Mingshuang to bring the rice in and climbed to the wall by himself. In his words, it is still the same, standing high, only to see far.

You can see more than a dozen devout believers kneeling in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, chanting something with Yang Pugui.

Ma Shi, who was waiting on the side, took Mingshuang's lunch box and trotted into the house, Yang Pugui secretly raised his eyelids to take a look, and immediately said loudly to the believers: "Your sincerity will be conveyed by me, and I will be here for the time being." The goddess will give you nectar, come and receive it!"

After a while, Ma came out with a wooden barrel. The believers stood one after another, lined up in an orderly manner under the organization of Yang Pugui.

But the goddess is not Ma, but the fair girl who came from the flowers and willows later. The girl wore a veil, her eyebrows were cold, her waist was slender like a weak willow, and she wore a white dress with a fluttering posture. Different from the flattering and amusing Fengyue woman, when the girl stood in front of the barrel, everyone would unconsciously take a half step back.

The beauty of the goddess can be viewed from a distance and cannot be blasphemed.

In Luo Gan's eyes, thanks to the fact that this girl has a plainly dressed peasant woman by her side, Ma's foil. It is not surprising that the believers of Shimizu Village would really think that it is a goddess.

He quietly watched as the "goddess" distributed a large bucket of nectar to the believers, and by the way, he glanced at Mingshuang who was driven out by Yang Pugui in a low-key manner.

Witty people don't strike head-on.

After watching it for a long time, he vaguely felt that this girl was familiar.

When all the believers left, Yang Pugui, who was holding the rice bowl, chattered with Ma Shi about how late to deliver the food today, and also counted Mingshuang by the way.

Ma ate his own food silently, and when Yang Pu returned to the house, he made an abnormal move. She gave the girl in white all the rest of her meal, and urged her to finish it quickly.

The girl - at this moment has ripped off her veil, cried and wore makeup, and every bite of food was mixed with tears.

Ma held her back and looked anxiously into the room. The cooperation between the two is very tacit, and it is obviously not the first time to do this kind of thing.

After eating, the girl put on the veil again to restore her previous appearance, and the bowl fell into Ma's hand again. Yang Pu came out of the house, and what he saw was naturally Ma's embarrassed appearance after dinner.

His gaze swept over Ma with contempt, and he walked to the girl with the bun in his hand.

"Don't you want to eat?"

The girl nervously hid her hand, but was pulled out by Yang Pugui. She hung her head, never daring to meet those frivolous eyes.

"What I have is patience. After the Chinese New Year, you will have no use value for us. Do you have a better option than to get from me?"

Yang Pugui sneered, took Ma Shi and left here.