Um.

It’s better to be assured that the dishes cooked by me and my mother will not be poisoned by villains...

As night falls, Qiu Shui Pavilion becomes silent amid the sounds of cicadas and the smell of fireworks.

Shang Qinqing, Qin Yuzhi, Shang Wu, as well as the southern Xinjiang monsters and Elder Qian, came over when they smelled the scent.

Fortunately, Li Mo had anticipated this and prepared a large portion in advance, and the ingredients were extraordinary.

After entering the Qiu Shui Pavilion, it was the monsters who seemed very reserved.

"Is that still the Blue Luan Goddess?"

"Why not....when you get married..."

Wu Qing followed the line of sight.

In the atmosphere of fireworks, Ying Bing, with her hair tied in a pigtail and changed into a simple plain-colored uniform, was seen sweeping the dust in Qiu Shui Pavilion with a broom, as well as the messy traces of Shang Wu's drunkenness.

When Li Mo passed by with dishes in his hand, she called him and rolled up his sleeves for him.

"The cuffs are hard to wash, go ahead."

Ying Bing said this coldly, and then helplessly turned up his collar.

"Can you learn this after you get married?" asked Mambo.

“….”

Wu Qing nodded, but still felt that the scene was magical.

Just now, the demon tribe asked Shang Qinqing indirectly about this question, which was a doubt she had already had.

Li Mo's magical powers, let's call it pictographic martial arts, allow him to become like the monsters.

How did Ying Bing do it?

And why, she has a kind of oppressive feeling from the depths of the soul that makes people want to surrender...

Shang Qinqing stretched out a finger and pointed upwards.

At that time, all the demons raised their heads.

But I only saw the dark night sky.

Qin Yuzhi also said something strange.

Whether Xiao Li can make a decision or not, it will probably be a done deal soon...