Chapter 226 My dear disciple, come and drink this bowl of chicken soup

"Everyone is slandering me and scolding me online. I can't scold so many people with ten mouths."

The next second he was a little proud: "But I reported those who scolded the most fiercely. Some people came to hit me and I beat them back. Moreover, if I can't scold them all in one day, I will persist in finding some people to scold every day, and never repeat them, to piss them off to death."

Even in the illusion, he was worried about becoming ugly and shorter.

He was not sad or afraid of being slandered and scolded, but he was very unconvinced and went out to fight back himself.

The last illusion was that several black fans came to him to mock him and threw things at him. Shen Mujin was not afraid, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed up to fight with them.

Although he was hurt by the beating, those haters didn't get away with it either.

Then the illusion ended.

This illusion was too real. When he saw how ugly he looked and how he couldn't scold so many people, he cried out of ugliness.

After wiping away his tears, Shen Mujin cherished his handsome face very much and decided to put on a facial mask on the spot to comfort his injured little face.

Being ugly and short was too scary for him, a super narcissistic face control.

Shen Zhiyin watched him act like a tiger, and stopped crying and making trouble, and adjusted her mood.

It's good.

"Little aunt, do you want it? This facial mask mud is made of Chinese herbal medicine and is very safe. It can also be used by children."

After all, he is the fourth young master of the Shen family, and the things he uses can't be bad.

Shen Zhiyin can smell the approximate ingredients with just a sniff.

Then nodded: "Yes!"

The big and the small lay on the beach, basking in the sun, with a face full of dark green masks and closed eyes, sleeping peacefully.

Pheasant: Curious, curious, curious...

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The pheasant also saw Shen Mujin's illusion and deeply understood why Shen Mujin cried so loudly.

After all, if it was bald and someone pointed at its nose and called it ugly, it would definitely peck it back hard.

So what is that thing on their face? Can it make the feathers look better? Can it make its shell more dazzling and beautiful?

With curiosity and the temptation of the spiritual pill, the pheasant finally couldn't help but walk over quietly on the sand.

Shen Zhiyin noticed it but didn't move.

The pheasant stopped for a few seconds three meters away from them, stretched its neck to make sure they didn't move, and then quietly approached.

The beauty-loving pheasant actually resisted the temptation of the spiritual pill, and instead studied the mask mud on their faces.

Just when it stopped at the edge of the two people's heads, Shen Zhiyin quickly stretched out her claws.

Grabbed the pheasant's neck.

"Oh oh oh..."

The pheasant flapped its wings in panic and struggled.

It even transformed into the appearance of other beasts in front of Shen Zhiyin.

A tiger.

As soon as it roared, Shen Zhiyin punched it, and its head was buzzing.

Big snake.

Shen Zhiyin pinched its vital point tightly and slapped it on the head.

"Behave yourself!"

Pheasant...

It was almost in tears. This human child has nothing to be afraid of, right?

It just didn't believe it!

The pheasant's eyes were shining, as if it saw deep into Shen Zhiyin's heart.

Then Shen Zhiyin was in a trance, but she woke up quickly.

But at this time, there was a person sitting cross-legged opposite her, a Taoist priest with two straws stuck in his messy bun. He looked a bit like an immortal and very poor old Taoist priest.

In his hand was a bowl of steaming soup, the color of which hurt one's eyes at a glance. There was also a chicken with its eyes open, and mushrooms of various colors.

Shen Zhiyin took a deep breath. She had always faced any danger head-on, but at this moment she had the urge to run away.

Calm down, calm down, this is all an illusion!

Shen Zhiyin told herself this, and then the Taoist priest spoke.

"My dear disciple, come and drink this bowl of chicken soup."

Shen Zhiyin suppressed the urge to curse and smiled: "I don't want to eat it, you should eat it yourself."

"No, I worked hard to make this for you."

Shen Zhiyin raised his eyebrows: "Okay, give me the chicken soup."

He took the bowl of chicken soup and, under the expectant eyes of the old Taoist priest, raised his hand and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The old Taoist priest's cough changed from a normal human voice to a chicken cry like a stuck throat.

Although it was an illusion, this bowl of soup was truly transformed based on the taste of the chicken soup made by the old Taoist priest in Shen Zhiyin's memory.

It was like a very real holographic image with taste, smell and touch.

It was unpalatable.

The pheasant itself almost fainted from the poisonous mushroom chicken soup that would send one to hell with just one sip.

After the illusion ended, it was still sticking out its tongue, tilting its neck, and its eyes were swirling.

Shen Zhiyin pinched its neck and patted its head.

"Is it delicious? I'll treat you to some other time, for real."

What a vicious way of revenge!

The pheasant struggled hard and clucked.

Shen Mujin, who was standing next to her, was disturbed. She opened her eyes and looked at the beautiful pheasant in Shen Zhiyin's hand with her eyes lit up.

"What kind of pheasant is this, little aunt? It's so beautiful."

Hearing Shen Mujin praising its beauty, the pheasant's tail curled up even though its neck was pinched.

The boy is good and has good taste.

Then the next second, he was heard muttering, "It looks so good, but I don't know if it tastes good."

Pheasant: …………

"But this species is a very protected animal. I dare not eat it."

Shen Zhiyin: "It's not a protected animal."

After all, if nothing unexpected happens, there is probably only this one in the world. There is no record of this chicken at all.

Shen Mujin's eyes lit up: "So it can be eaten? This feather is so beautiful. I think it is more beautiful than peacock feathers. Can you pluck it? I will make it into a unique piece of jewelry."

The pheasant was so angry that it stretched its neck desperately and wanted to bite Shen Mujin a few times. It

was so fierce.

Shen Mujin smacked his lips: "It's quite fierce."

"You little bastard dare to pluck my feathers, I'll pluck all your hair!"

Shen Mujin was a little surprised when he heard the voice. He stared at the pheasant for a few seconds, and saw its mouth opening and closing. The sound seemed to come from its mouth. He immediately widened his eyes and took several steps back.

He pointed at the chicken with trembling hands: "It, it, it...it spoke, little aunt, did you hear it just now?"

Shen Zhiyin heard it, but she heard animal language.

The reason why Shen Mujin could hear it was because of the special ability of the mirage. The mirage can create illusions, and naturally it can also create illusions that let Shen Mujin hear itself speak.

But in Shen Mujin's opinion, it was the chicken that spoke.

"What did you say?"

Shen Xiu Nan covered his head and walked over dizzy. Hearing his brother's words, he asked with a bitter face.

"Is there any water?"

His voice was hoarse, as if his throat was dry.

Shen Zhiyin handed over his bottle.

Shen Xiu Nan looked down for two seconds and apologized for not being able to drink.