When they were waiting to make sure that the two of them would not call out, Wen Nuo and Wen Jiu looked at each other and slowly put down their hands.

So the two of them turned around and saw the two clear and transparent eyes that were rolling straight.

After drinking the warm wine of milk in his hand, he said lightly to Wen Nuo, whose head was exposed: "Go and cook first."

"No problem." Wen Nuo nodded, and for some reason, she subconsciously licked her teeth at the moment when she turned around. Sure enough, the next second made the two who were watching him tremble all over, and her feet unconsciously took another step back.

Wen Nuo, who stopped when he saw the good news, did not wait for Wenjiu to speak again, and then floated over and closed the only door that he understood in the kitchen and living room with a "bang". It would be better to cook in a quiet environment, so as not to fail to prepare the food later and affect his uncle Nuo's mood.

Wen Nuo, who hummed the song she learned from Meng Po, did not care whether she could hear it outside, and continued to season the object she loved the most. Her pale little face was also illuminated by the flames, which seemed very normal.

When Xing Le and Zhang Ying outside saw Wen Nuo completely disappearing, their faces became much more normal, but they were worthy of being people from the same place, and even the frequency of their spit was exactly the same.

Wen Jiu thought of this and smiled gently, "His name is Wen Nuo, he is a ghost cultivator, and he doesn't hurt anyone."

"Ghost Cultivation?" Xing Le and Zhang Ying asked Wenjiu in a very tacit understanding.

"Yes." Wen Jiu nodded and said, "And he is over 300 years old."

"Then why..." He is still so young? Before Zhang Ying finished asking this, Wen Jiu bent his mouth and replied, "This is a matter of personal preference."

"Okay, but, can the food he cooks be eaten?" After seeing Wen Jiu's sudden unkind look, Zhang Ying waved his hand and said, "No, no, I mean, isn't it said that ghosts always smell when they eat? It is said that they can't eat anything that smells..."

"That's just a lie made up by people with poor cooking skills." Wen Jiu's displeasure slowly calmed down and said to Zhang Ying and Xing Le: "Okay, if you are afraid, go upstairs."

"No, no, no, that's not afraid, not afraid!" Zhang Ying looked at Xing Le and waved his hand quickly.

"Yeah." He got up after the two of them shouted Wenjiu and knocked on the kitchen door: "Wen Nuo, bring two cups of tea."

"No, no, just water." Tea? It's better to be good. They are all rough men, but don't waste their sister-in-law's famous tea.

"Oh, then hand over two bottles of water." Wenjiu didn't force herself, although she didn't know why the old man, grandfather and uncle liked to drink that bitter thing.

Xing Le and Zhang Ying, who thought they would meet again, took a breath and made themselves mentally, but they still couldn't guess what the ghost inside would do next.

Because, your water can grow from the wall! It really means that it disappears completely. Now, the water grows from the wall.

He reached out to take the water bottle handed over from the wall. Wen Jiu liked Wen Nuo's way of doing things very much, and threw the water to Xing Le and Zhang Ying and said, "It's not poisonous."

"Haha, that Miss Wen is really good at joking." Zhang Ying opened his mouth and sneered: "That, I won't bother you anymore. The brothers outside are still waiting for me to return to the army. So, boss, then I'll go back first."

"What's the hurry!" Xing Le, who had snatched Zhang Ying's shoulder, pressed the man back on the sand with absolute strength and said, "I have asked the Black Snake and the others to go back to the army first. What about you, your home is in Hexi and is far from the capital, so stay here for dinner and sleep for a night. There are a lot of clean clothes at home."

"Don't, boss, I'll sleep..."

"Where are you sleeping?" Xing Le, who was squinting his eyes, gritted his teeth directly at Zhang Ying and said, "Didn't this make me bear the reputation of abuse of subordinates?"

"Actually, you can just treat Wen Nuo as an individual." Wen Jiu, who saw the little movements between the two clearly, interrupted the pushing of the two: "Also, the dishes made by Wen Nuo are delicious."

Listening to Wen Jiu's simple words, Zhang Ying sat on the sand with tears in his eyes, intending to use his mental tactics to divert attention and relieve himself: "Where is Mr. Wen?"

"I just went to bed." Regardless of whether this method smiled at Zhang Ying or not, it was very effective for Xing Le. The man's face immediately filled with a doting smile and said, "I haven't had a good sleep these days because I have dealt with Xiang Shijunya!"

"What about Mr. Wen?" I continued to divert my attention! Zhang Ying looked right and up, just not looking to the left.

"Grandpa should be back soon." Wenjiu received it casually, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Can the old man accept that?" Zhang Ying winked at the kitchen.

"This?" Wen Jiu suddenly looked up and looked at Zhang Ying's eyes and smiled, "As long as you don't say it, Wen Nuo will just be a younger brother I picked up."

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Zhang Ying was so scared that his dark eyes were so scared that he almost bounced off the sand with his legs trembling. Fortunately, Xing Le, who was standing beside him, continued to press his eyes and hands quickly on the sand.

Wen Qitian, who had just got off the plane, looked at the blocked lane again and asked anxiously at the driver in front: "Why is this blocked?"

"Go back to the master, it's the peak time for getting off work." Xiao Liu in front replied conscientiously.

"Oh, I just don't know if I can hurry up. Xiaojiu must be waiting for my old bone to go back for dinner." Wen Qitian looked at the long vehicle outside, but looked at the phone that had no signal helplessly and sighed: "Why are there no signal near the airport in Beijing?"

"This..." Xiao Liu didn't know how to answer, after all, the signals here are indeed good and bad.

However, in addition to being the driver of the Wen family, Xiao Liu also received a lot of extra money on weekdays. After thinking about it, Xiao Liu said to Wen Qitian: "Master, if you can trust me, we can actually go around the residential houses here and ask someone to pick you up in front. After you send you over, I will come and drive."

"That's it!" Wen Qitian thought for a while, and at this moment, the phone that had no signal suddenly appeared again. Wen Qitian, who was happy in his heart, dialed Xing Le's phone directly, and Wen Qitian, who expressed his meaning clearly, looked at the phone, and said, "Okay, there is no signal again."

On the other hand, he was confused when he suddenly hung up the phone. He looked back at Wen Jiu and said, "Xiao Jiu, will something happen to my grandfather?"

"No." Wen Jiu shook his head. Wen Jiu had always been there for Wen Qi Tianming. But it would not prevent any other problems. Wen Jiu frowned and looked at Xing Le who was getting up and said, "I'll go with you."

"Where is me?" Zhang Ying immediately stood up and blocked Xing Le and said, "Boss, have you abandoned me like that?"

"Get out!" Xing Le pushed away Zhang Ying, who wanted to play Lin Daiyu, and said, "I'm not interested in you. Stay here well and protect your sister-in-law!"

Seeing Zhang Ying's face that was about to cry without tears, Xing Le felt that it was a bit immoral to do this, but he still roared at Zhang Ying with a stern face: "Have you heard that, Zhang Ying, this is an order!"

"Yes!" Zhang Ying, who shook his teeth, turned to look at the kitchen secretly, and finally said to Wen Jiu as if he was about to die: "Miss Wen, will you come back soon, right?"

"He doesn't hurt people." Wenjiu, who didn't know what Zhang Ying was worried about, directly answered Zhang Ying's most worried question.

Seeing that people were still looking at him, Wen Jiu couldn't help but sigh, then took out a talisman from his pocket and said, "For you, if Wen Nuo wants to make a prank on you, just shoot him directly."

"Really? Really?" Zhang Ying asked Xing Le with a little disbelief, looking at Wen Jiu who opened the door.

Xing Le, whose face was a little calmer, turned his head toward Zhang Yingliang's car key and said, "Boy, you have to know that the talisman in your hand is sold at a high price of over one million!"

"What?" Zhang Ying's hand softened, and the talisman in his hand immediately hit Xuan'er in his hand. When Zhang Ying looked at Xing Le again, his unscrupulous head had already left only one car butt for him.

Seeing that Wen Nuo left, she didn't know if it was a coincidence. Her dishes were almost done and the pot was used up. So she leisurely cut a sweet potato and came to the living room and looked at Zhang Ying who had been shaking. She rolled her eyes in anger and said, "I'm telling me if you did something wrong!"

As soon as these words were said, Zhang Ying's face suddenly turned pale, then he shook again, and the talisman in his hand fell to the ground in an instant!

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Good night, little cuties!

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