"No," Yang Miao stopped laughing and waved his hand at Su Ling, "Uncle Li lied to him." ”

Su Ling's chick nodded as if pecking rice, with a sudden expression.

"But don't tell him. In the blink of an eye, Yang Miaomiao's expression sank.

Su Ling understood, and said solemnly, "Su Ling should obey Mrs. Will." ”

"Hmm. Yang Miao suddenly felt a tight pulling force in her hand, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at it when she thought of something-

The little man frowned, but he grabbed the herb and whined, looking stubborn.

Yang Miao smiled gently, and then let go of her hand.

The little man who got the herb suddenly took it to his eyes, stared at it with big eyes, and his other little hand fluttered, and his mouth made a muffled grunt-

Outside, the cold wind howled, and inside the house, it was as warm as spring.

......

"Langa. ”

There was no emotional call, Lan Jia knew who was coming when he heard this familiar voice, but he was busy with his hands, and he didn't bother to respond to her, so he just said, "The porridge is on the low shelf." ”

"Aunt Lan is so reluctant to talk to me?" Lan Jia sneered, and his wrinkled hand picked out a few vegetable leaves, and then removed the last rough leaves, but he still didn't look back.

"Aunt Lan's porridge is as delicious as ever......" Qing Ling found a small wooden pier, sat down by himself, pinched the spoon and carefully sipped it one by one, "That's it, I don't know if there's anything added to it!"

"What can I add to it?" Lan Jia finally couldn't stand it anymore when he heard this, and turned to look at Qing Ling, "If you don't want to, I won't force it, but ...... Put down the spoon and get out!"

"But what?" Qing Ling swallowed the porridge he had sipped, quickly picked up the words, and sneered, "For Su Ling's sake, did you make it for me?"

Lan Jia's face changed slightly, she didn't want to involve Su Yatou, who knows what this wolf-hearted person will do to Su Ling?

"Don't worry, Aunt Lan," Qing Ling's lips hooked, although she was young, but the corners of her eyebrows were dyed with the charm of a few years old women, she knew what Lan Jia was thinking, so she didn't care, "She is my good sister since childhood! Although in your opinion, I have no heart and lungs, but she doesn't hinder me anything, why should I attack her for no reason?

"People who only know how to be good to others all day long, it's too late for me to be good to her!"

She pouted disapprenantly, a little cutely.

It's just that in Lanjia's opinion, this cuteness is shocking and terrifying.

"Okay, Aunt Lan, let me ask you," Qing Ling chuckled, the two silk flowers on her head swayed slightly, "Is there anyone who will boil medicine or make medicinal food?"

"Yes!" Lan Jia responded directly.

"Oh?" Qing Ling smiled and revealed a little understanding, "So, who is going to get the medicine?"

"Far away, close at hand. She said viciously.

Qing Ling looked at Lan Jiadi's expression carefully, and finally smiled, his eyes casually looked around, "Okay, Aunt Lan, since you hate me so much, then I will fulfill you...... Out of sight is out of sight, and out of sight, and for the sake of the food you cook can keep the original deliciousness, so that the lady is not satisfied—you better give me a box, and I will take it back to eat myself." ”

This is also about herself, looking at Lan Jia, she is afraid that she will not be able to eat it, or in other words, if she eats it, she will vomit it out.

Looking at the girl's delicate back as she slowly paced out, Lan Jia sat on the ground weakly, her expression dazed.

What did she do wrong? Back then, she just said something to Qingling's biological mother, after all, her husband could no longer go to the field, he was seriously ill and bedridden, and there were many children in the family, so it was better to send the older children to this family to serve others, which could also reduce the burden on Qingling's mother......

Unexpectedly, the idea was not bad, but the girl heard it......

In the end, she only heard from her husband, and the girl did not send a copper plate to the house, and finally her mother's husband left, starving to death the other two children of the family, and only her mother and the last child remained......

......

Standing still at the door, Li Han raised his eyes and swept the not too large room, and with a stretch of his hand, several metal balls shot out of his sleeve quickly, embedded in the walls of Ayaen's room.

When Bai Xiaoxin bit his lower lip and came to the door, he saw twelve red threads dividing the half-sized room into areas of different sizes.

"White chicken feathers. Li Han turned around, looked at the boy who raised his face and was still looking at him faintly, raised a chicken feather in his hand, and said in a low voice, "Blow with your mouth, you can't hit the ground, the lock chain can touch the red silk, and nothing else can be." ”

Just as Bai Xiaoxin was looking at the chicken feather, which was about two inches long, Li Han raised his hand again and shot the chicken feather into the room, and the chicken feather touched the highest point of the roof in the blink of an eye, and then began to fall slowly.

Bai Xiaoxin's pupils shrank, looked at the red silk on the ground, and hurriedly took the first step.

The first step is the red silk in front of the feet.

Hurry up!

Although he hasn't been with Li Han for a long time, he knows that Li Han is a person who likes to speak Tibetan, and if he doesn't do his best...... No, if he doesn't meet his requirements, he will keep going to Xiaoxi, Daqian, and Erqian for trouble.

He clenched his fists, lifted his feet with some difficulty, and the chains pressed against the red silk, but his feet did not touch the red silk, so he smoothly came to the bottom of the chicken feathers, raised his head, puffed up his cheeks towards the falling chicken feathers, formed thin lips in circles, and began to blow hard.

Chicken feathers are so heavy? No, no! It's the weight of chicken feathers. Bai Xiaoxin's dark pupils were imprinted with only a little bit of chicken feathers floating under his own breath.

Not caring too much, he hurriedly blew the next breath again, and this time, his cheeks were more bulging-

Like a toad staring at a mosquito.

But it's better than a toad.

The soft part of the chicken feathers swayed upwards flutteringly, and the central axis pole that fell down, under the influence of Bai Xiaoxin's breath, fluttered, like a drunk drunk, staggered and turned in a different direction, and like a ship that successfully turned the rudder, swam to other places.

Bai Xiaoxin exhaled, then inhaled, quickly wiped the floor and took two steps back, raising his feet. He remembered the direction of the red line of the right talent—

Then the line was successfully touched.

The right foot is lifted backwards, and after success, the red line is crossed, the chain is crossed by the red line, the red line is pressed down and oblique, the left foot is one minute slower and crosses, the red line is shocked and bounced, and the sole of the left heel collides with the red line.

Feeling the slight touch brought by the red silk slowly rippling all over his body, Bai Xiaoxin maintained the posture of raising his feet, puffed out his mouth, and froze in place.

The white feathers slowly brushed his long hair in a loose shawl, rolled twice, and finally landed on the ground.

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