Wangyou Town is bustling again.
A pair of fairies moved into the West Street house~
The neighbors all suspected that these two were not human, but there was nothing they could do as their lives were just too good to behold.
I have to say, the neighbors know the truth.
"It's getting harder and harder to deceive people nowadays~" Qing Wu yawned: "I feel like I'm a human now, but I was seen through."
Xiao Chenyan carried her into the room and put her on the couch. He listened to her mumbling and smiled, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"
Qing Wu glanced at him and said cautiously: "You want to cook? Or forget it, it will affect our relationship a bit."
The man raised an eyebrow.
Qing Wu sighed and said earnestly: "Your cooking skills... well, I know what you are talking about, right? Yan Tai, even if you are a god, you are not omniscient and omnipotent."
"You praised my cooking skills before."
"That was your first time cooking, and I felt guilty and wanted to praise you."
Xiao Chenyan sat beside the couch, his hand on her ear, approaching her with a hint of coercion: "So, your little conscience is gone again? Gone without a trace?"
"I didn't fly, I was just poisoned by your soup." Seeing his gloomy expression, Qing Wu sighed: "You see, to be honest, you don't like it."
"Your cooking is just... just not very good."
"Men are so hard to please."
Xiao Chenyan clicked his tongue and pinched her cheek, "You're taking advantage of me."
Qing Wu curled her lips in triumph and hooked her arms around his neck: "Not only that, I always push for more."
There seemed to be a hook in her eyes, which lured him into sinking into it.
The warmth and breath touched each other, and then everything fell into place.
The red clothes piled on the black cloak looked like red spider lilies blooming on thick ink.
The woman's skin was exceptionally smooth and fair, like the finest cold jade.
When the two of them hugged each other face to face, she could see that although the man was tall, he was slightly warmer than her, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he could hold her completely in his arms with just one arm.
His big hand landed on the slender waist, just enough to be grasped, as if the waist would break if he exerted a little more force.
The storm never stopped.
After an unknown amount of time, she collapsed in his arms, gnawing at his collarbone angrily like a small animal, leaving a small, neat string of teeth marks.
Xiao Chenyan took a breath and opened his eyes. His handsome face was filled with eroticism, which was particularly attractive.
The dark eyes did not conceal his desire for her.
He held her and sat up. Qing Wu suddenly became alert and warned in a hoarse voice: "That's enough. I'm hungry. You have to make me lunch."
"Don't you think my cooking is bad?"
Qing Wu was picked up by him, her back tensed and her whole body suspended in the air, so she had to hug his neck tightly.
The feeling of falling made the already negative distance even more negative.
Her arms were tensed, and her nails scratched his back angrily, leaving a few red marks.
But he didn't care, and his evil laughter rang in her ears.
Qing Wu's cursing gradually broke up, and it became another rhythm after a while.
The physical strength of ghosts and gods is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary people.
Some men, who were once very restrained, are now very unrestrained.
Qing Wu finally fell asleep in the bathtub. She was really sleepy. Before falling asleep, she made a harsh remark: whoever comes again will be a dog!
The man combed her hair, kissed her rosy face, and whispered in her ear: "Woof."
When Qing Wu woke up, it was already the next day.
Xiao Chenyan was nowhere to be seen. There were breakfast snacks on the table, which were being kept warm by spiritual power.
There was a piece of paper under the inkstone next to it, with a few words written on it in a flowing style: Go get some dumplings from Taoyuan and come back at noon.
When they were fooling around yesterday, Qing Wu said that she wanted to eat Taoxi dumplings, and Xiao Chenyan remembered it.
Qing Wu put the note away, picked up the chubby little meat bun on the table and stuffed it into her mouth. She took a bite, and the delicious sauce-flavored flavor filled her mouth. She raised her eyebrows, a little surprised.
This craftsmanship is no worse than the dumplings made by the imperial chef in the palace.
Qing Wu picked up a plate of buns, ate them slowly, bite by bite, then walked out of the house and wandered around her new home.
Just as she reached the corridor, Qing Wu suddenly raised her hand and slapped away the evil claws that were reaching out from the side.
Bi Xiaoyuan screamed, eyes wide open, and accused him: "Awu, you bad boy, you've gone too far! You didn't even let me eat the buns! Have you been so stingy?"
"If you keep doing this, I'll betray you! Everyone else must have woken up by now and are looking for you and Yantai Guoguo!"
Qing Wu snorted: "You are a pen holder, why do you want to eat buns? Ask Yantai to buy you a jar of soybean paste, and you can just dip it in it."
Bi Xiaoyuan's eyes turned red: "Tyrant, incompetent ruler, you are so incompetent now. You and Yantai Guoguo are so shameless and happy, you don't care about my life or death!"
"I paid to get rid of the ghost in this house! Not only do you not reimburse me, but you don't even give me buns! I'm really going to make a scene!"
The owner of this "house" is a ground-bound ghost, who has never done anything bad before or after his death.
It's just that his fate was a bit miserable. When he was alive, he was a widower, a widow, and a lonely man. But when he died, he heard from someone that the underworld was overrun with ghosts, and those waiting in line to be reincarnated in the reincarnation world had reached the eleventh hall (although it was true).
For an old ghost like him who has lost all his incense and is lonely, he will not only starve, but also have no place to live. He can only squeeze in the underworld with those poor and wild ghosts and drink water, or eat the cold wind to eat his fill.
All in all, life is miserable.
Therefore, this guy became a ground-bound ghost after his death, and he refused to go down to the underworld no matter what and wanted to stay in his former home.
This guy, apart from occupying his home and not leaving, didn't do anything else. He occasionally helped his neighbors with small favors, and managed to accumulate a lot of merit for himself.
The local underworld officials saw that he had done nothing wrong, so they did not forcibly take him away.
Then Qingwu came.
Then Bi Xiaoyuan picked out a tiny amount of money as small as a booger from his own private savings and built a tomb for him down there. The resentment of the earthbound ghost immediately disappeared, and he went down there happily!
"You're making a fuss. It just so happens that I'm tired of the old and love the new. I think I can change to a judge's pen!"
Bi Xiaoyuan's face suddenly changed and he immediately hugged his thigh.
"Shasha, wuwu, Awu is such a naughty girl, I love you the most!"
Qing Wu showed a look of disgust, picked out the biggest bun and stuffed it directly into her mouth, choking the little eye-catching pen to death!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Qing Wu and Bi Xiaoyuan looked at each other.
Bi Xiaoyuan's mouth was stuffed with food and she mumbled, "I'll open the door!"
When the door opened, it turned out to be a strange lady.
The other party was stunned when he saw Bi Xiaoyuan, and then saw Qingwu standing in the yard slowly eating buns. The old lady cried out and hurriedly said:
"Madam, how can you still have the leisure to eat buns here!"
"Stop eating now, your husband has been targeted by a demon, if you don't kill him he will be in danger!"
Qing Wu blinked, huh?
Yeah yeah yeah? ?
Is there still such excitement to watch?
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