Long Yin: “…”
It went by in a flash and came back in a flash.
Ying Jiu glanced at Lao Fengtou and said to Wei Fu, "Fu'er, put this in the coffin you gave to Master and give it to Master together."
Old Fengtou quickly took several steps back and said with a dry smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Fuer. You should keep this useless robot for yourself. I suddenly remembered that I still need to practice, so I'll leave first." He rolled up the things Wei Fu gave him except the coffin and the robot and ran away.
If he doesn't run away, his eldest disciple will start reciting some moral code to him.
Being shameless is fine, he doesn't want to be a moral and cultured person!
Wei Fu watched Old Fengtou run away and jumped up and down anxiously: "Master, you forgot your coffin and your sister who took a bath!"
Lao Fengtou, who had already run out, did not stop because of Wei Fu's shouting, but ran even faster.
Wei Fu could only put the coffin away, muttering as he did so: "Master is really too careless. He forgot such important things as the coffin and my sister, but he remembered all the less important things."
"But it's okay. If Master died, he wouldn't crawl into the coffin himself. He would need Fu'er to help collect the body and put it in the coffin, so let Fu'er take care of it!"
Although everyone felt frustrated because of Old Fengtou's many bad behaviors, when they saw Wei Fu talking like this, they couldn't help but sympathize with Old Fengtou silently.
However, this sympathy did not last long. After sending Old Fengtou away, Wei Fu continued to give gifts to her uncle.
When Meng Qian saw the shit-yellow coffin in front of him, he looked at Wei Fu's face that was begging for praise and fell silent.
Although! He had someone build a mausoleum for him a long time ago, but now he is a person who is determined to cultivate immortality. When a person who is determined to cultivate immortality sees a coffin, he will feel a little complicated.
But when he thought about how his sons hadn't even brought him a coffin yet, and hadn't thought about what would happen after his death, and how his six-year-old niece was already worrying about him, Meng Qian felt deeply moved. Although the shit-yellow coffin didn't suit his aesthetic taste, he still said, "Uncle likes it. Thank you, Fu'er."
Wei Fu asked happily, "Does uncle like this robot sister who can help you take a bath? Fu'er sees that Master doesn't seem to like it very much. If uncle likes it, I will give it to him."
Su Qiu's gaze shot over like a knife.
Meng Qian quickly covered his eyes and said, "I don't like it, I don't like it. Uncle can take a bath by himself."
How could men like them, who already have wives, be qualified to use such things?
When he had three palaces and six courtyards, life was so hard that he never wanted to live like that again in his life.
Wei Fu scratched her face, feeling very confused about her uncle and master's evasive attitude towards the beautiful female sister. However, she did not ask any more questions and went to give gifts to Su Qiu. She bought Su Qiu a lot of clothes that the girls in Ying Jiu's world liked to wear.
When she bought one of the clothes, everyone said it was a hot item, saying that no girl could refuse it.
So Wei Fu took out the dress and showed it to Su Qiu. It was a dress with a low back. Meng Qian's face changed immediately when he saw it.
When Su Qiu saw it, her eyes lit up immediately. She couldn't let it go and said, "Fu'er has good taste. Auntie likes this skirt very much."
Fashion and beauty have no fixed style.
Those beautiful things are all unique in their own way. As long as they are beautiful, people with aesthetic sense will know how to appreciate them.
Meng Qian couldn't help but ask Ying Jiu who was standing beside him: "What's going on in your world?"
"Why are you so poor? It's fine if you don't give this robot too many clothes, but can't you give people more clothes? If you're really that poor, then it's ok for the men to wear less, but at least give the women more clothes!"
Ying Jiu: “…”
To be honest, he hadn't paid much attention to these things. He only knew about such clothes when he went clothes shopping with Wei Fu. He explained, "Our world isn't poor, it's just that we have the freedom to dress however we want, and everyone has different aesthetic tastes."
Seeing that Su Qiu liked the clothes, Meng Qian felt lucky that they were not in Ying Jiu's world. Otherwise, he would have nothing to do every day and would just follow Su Qiu to beat up those lechers.
As for Su Qiu, Wei Fu took out a coffin as usual. He couldn't be partial to one over the other. If the uncle had one, the aunt must also have one.
The coffin that Wei Fu chose for Su Qiu was bright red, and it was tied with a big bow.
Su Qiu quite liked this coffin, thinking it was much better than those black ones. She praised it, "Fu'er has excellent taste. The color of this coffin makes me feel less resistant to death, and I don't think death is such a heavy thing anymore."
Bright red, so festive!
After receiving the praise, Wei Fu quickly brought out more than a dozen coffins and invited her brothers, Ying Jiu, the Queen Mother and others to come and claim them, including the ones for Long Yin and Long Huang.
Everyone: "..." Why not change her career and sell coffins?
After Wei Fu distributed the coffins, no, the gifts, to everyone, she took out all the food she had bought in Ying Jiu's world.
A group of people ate happily together.
Those junk foods were loved by all the children, especially spicy strips, which became the most popular thing. Wei Fu and the children took a sip of Coke and a bite of spicy strips, and they were so happy that they were bubbling with joy.
The atmosphere on Wei Fu's side was harmonious. Back in the palace, Prince Meng Li of Qi, who had finally become the emperor, looked at the woman in black with a solemn expression. "Fairy, if you want to kill Wei Fu yourself, I won't stop you. But if you want to use me to do it, I can only say that I don't have the ability."
Long Huan sneered, "You have no choice but to agree to cooperate with me, otherwise I will have the demon army besiege the city again."
Meng Li gave a bitter laugh. "I really have no choice, but Fairy, do you really think you can kill Wei Fu if I cooperate with you?"
"The dragon that she's with is so powerful, but he was able to destroy so many monsters with just one move."
"Of course we can't take it by force, but... come closer and listen." Long Huan waved to Meng Li.
Meng Li's heart was filled with bitterness. He originally thought that he would no longer be controlled by others after becoming the emperor, but he was threatened before he even officially sat on the throne.
He seemed to understand why his brother did not want to be the emperor. It was because he no longer cared about the power that came with the throne.
Meng Li didn't know that all this was just the beginning.
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