Seeing that the talisman in Zhang Ying's hand in front of him fell to the ground without even being caught, Wen Nuo's eyes were instantly filled with the words "Gogue".

While Zhang Ying was staring at him with a pale face and bent down to pick up the talismans, Wen Nuo was caught off guard and sat on the sand and said, "You little girl, I've really done something wrong."

"As the saying goes, don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, I say that Wen Nuo is loved by everyone and is a talented person. Why do you guys be so scared when you see me? It turns out that this is still the same." Wen Nuo shook his head and said a lot, but in fact he was just teasing this guy unscrupulously.

He said that Wen Nuo has lived for hundreds of years, and has never seen anything, has nothing to do, has nothing to do, has nothing to do, has nothing to do, if Wen Nuo used to be compassionate, but he didn't know why after following Wen, he was still cold and affection would be contagious.

At this moment, Zhang Ying's eyes and eyebrows were filled with a hint of wantonness and freedom that made Zhang Ying envious. At this glance, Zhang Ying realized that the ghost in front of him was not that scary.

Zhang Ying, who picked up the talisman, hid at the door and stood straight at Wen Nuo, with the Adam's apple rolling slightly, as if he was extremely difficult to speak: "I have done something wrong."

"Oh." When you see people, you are no longer afraid of yourself, and Wen Nuo feels no fun. She is like teasing a cat. Wen Nuo floats directly from Zhang Ying's eyes to the kitchen.

Zhang Ying frowned and hurried over, not daring to be too close to Wen Nuo. He just pulled away from the door and said to the well-trained figure, "What are you asking about?"

"I'm not a constable." Wen Nuo replied to Zhang Ying without looking back, paused, then opened the pot and put the last trace of salt and said, "Oh, that is what you call the criminal police and police."

"But I want to say." Zhang Ying, who was obviously arrogant, might have felt so uncomfortable. His fingers holding the door frame were a little white: "Do you listen?"

"Humans have gossip factors, and ghosts are also transformed by humans." Wen Nuo continued to turn on the fire, burn the incense pot, and wait for the story before the meal.

"I was not an only child before." Zhang Ying's low voice came slowly, "I have a twin brother, hey, he is actually quite handsome."

Zhang Ying opened his eyes and seemed to look at Wen Nuo and looked at another person through Wen Nuo, and sneered: "When he was lost, he was as big as you."

"Oh, do you know what it means to lose?" Zhang Ying looked at Wen Nuo with a pale face, and slowly squirmed with his lips, "It means to die, do you know? He is still so young, he is obviously very powerful, he can refuse!"

"What do you refuse?" Wen Nuo took the time to reply, without any turmoil in his eyes. He had heard enough of such a story near the Huangquan Pond. He didn't know what Meng Po felt, but he could no longer have any other emotions.

"Ha," Zhang Ying continued with a sneer: "That summer was very hot and there were paddy fields at home. Are you from the south? If it were from the south, you would know that there would be a sluice gate near the paddy fields, and the water there would supply a large area of ​​paddy fields, so the water was very deep."

"I know this." He has lived for so long, how could he just go around in the same place? Wen Nuo looked at the blood duck in the pot and rolled his eyes.

"We were waiting for our father in the field that day, but I was a little naughty. Then, while my father bent down in the field, he jumped into the water." Zhang Ying smiled bitterly and said, "I really don't know why I should have learned to swim at that time. Damn it. If I hadn't learned to swim, my brother wouldn't have gone down to save me!"

"It's me who deserves to die, it's mine!" Wen Nuo couldn't help but turn her head, and then she saw that the man's face, with a red eyes, was already covered with cool liquid.

I don’t know if it was because of staying in the underworld for a while, but Wen Nuo actually felt a strange feeling that tears were soaring in her heart that she had to take them away quickly and don’t waste them.

However, seeing that the other person was crying so sadly, Wen Nuo couldn't interrupt him, so he had to turn his head and continue stir-frying: "You are not dead, that's your life."

"Yes, life!" Zhang Ying, who wiped away the liquid from his face, lowered his head and said, "He wanted to go down to save me, and his father also wanted to go down to save me, but both of them saved me, but my brother was gone, I lost!"

"I'm obviously the murderer, but at my brother's funeral, everyone was comforting me, comforting me not to be afraid, and telling me that my brother wouldn't blame me! Haha, my brother is gone, but he comforted me in turn."

Zhang Ying suddenly raised his head and stared at Wen Nuo tightly and said, "So since then I have lived a very good life. Sometimes I feel that my personality is about to be split. I, I, I, I, have really become my brother. Sometimes I even wonder, did I not save anyone? The one who survived was actually the brother?"

"···" Wen Nuo was a little confused about this hypothesis. She pursed her lips and finally sighed softly in her mouth, saying nothing.

In the quiet kitchen, there were only various cooking sounds, sizzling sounds of deep-frying, gurgling bubbles, and the fragrance of various dishes.

After the blood duck in the pot was fried, Wen Nuo realized that the sound that had been banging behind him had disappeared at some point.

Wen Nuo, who was washing the pot, couldn't help but look back suspiciously, but unexpectedly, she faced a pair of red and paranoid eyes, which scared Wen Nuo, the old ghost, so that the pot in her hand fell on the stove.

"Mysterious!" Wen Nuo, who silently commented in her heart, still didn't reply to Zhang Ying. She just washed the pot again, added some ingredients to the clay pot where the soup was made, and put a few spoonfuls of sugar for making shredded sweet potatoes in the pot.

Because making shredded sweet potatoes requires a very good grasp of the sugar in the pot, Wen Nuo slowly floated in the air in front of Zhang Ying's eyes without any psychological pressure, and her small body seemed to be about to fall into the pot.

Zhang Ying's eyes flashed through the gray mask, who had finally come back to his senses, and then he laughed at himself: "I'm afraid there's something wrong with my brain, why do you think about letting others save me?"

"So what are you going to join the army?" Wen Nuo took the time to reply.

"Cultivate blessings." Zhang Ying instantly concealed his emotions and spread his hands indifferently and said, "Don't meet a younger brother like me in the next life. Cultivate him to be healthy for the next life, without illness or disaster."

"Oh, that's not bad." Wen Nuo nodded, and like a little adult, he quickly prepared the shredded sweet potato in the pot, put it on the plate, and handed it to Zhang Ying and said, "Please hold it, don't shake your hands, I'll make a mousse for Xiaojiu at the end!"

"Oh, okay!" Zhang Ying only felt his hand sinking, and then felt the sharp contrast between Wen Nuo's palm and the plate. His face suddenly froze, and then nodded and said, "Okay, but why are you cooking so fast?"

"Because you can't be hungry," Wen Nuotou threw Zhang Ying without looking back.

"Haha, little kid, Xiaojiu is calling happily." Zhang Ying's voice slowly came from the living room.

"I am a few hundred years older than her. What's wrong with calling Xiaojiu?" Wen Nuo looked at Zhang Ying who was walking in and handed the blood duck and sweet and sour pork ribs to Zhang Ying's hand.

"Ha, if you don't say it, I'm always..." Zhang Ying looked up and down at Wen Nuo and said, "Well, I'm not very adaptable. You know, you're too young."

"Go!" Wen Nuo sneered at Zhang Ying's words.

"Okay, do you know where Mr. Wen's room is?" Zhang Ying took out two plates and said, "You should wake up the person, otherwise the food will be cold later."

"I don't know." Wen Nuotou said without replying: "I'm here just today."

"Today?" Zhang Ying and Wen Nuo had a tacit understanding of each other and delivered the food to the living room, saying, "I thought you had been here for a long time? Because, after all, everything you do now seems to be very familiar with this place."

"This is called the chef's familiarity and intimacy with the kitchen. Go away, you are a rough man, you don't understand." Wen Nuo waved his little fat and threw such a sentence at Zhang Ying without even turning back.

At this time, Wen He, who was already used to the shallow sleep, no longer had his familiar breath beside him, and then slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the clothes on his body had been changed, he knew that the things he had picked up Xing Le were not dreaming about.

Wen He, who had touched his nose, came out of the bathroom, opened the door and smelled the long-lost home-cooked meal.

Seeing the owl busy downstairs, Xing Le frowned and said, "Zhang Ying."

"Hey." Zhang Ying, who heard the sound, quickly waved to Wen He and said, "Mr. Wen."

"What did you do?" Wen He said to the dining table that seemed to be full of Xiaojiu's favorite food: "Where is Xing Le and Xiaojiu?"

"They went out to pick up Mr. Wen, and Mr. Wen was in a traffic jam on the road." Zhang Ying stood there, slowly blocking the kitchen door and said, "I am here, the housekeeping aunt I just hired to come here to do it."

"Is that true?" Wen He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Get out of the way, I'll go into the kitchen and take a look."

Wen He's voice was very gentle, but it was invisibly irresistible with an unresistible aura, which made Zhang Ying's face froze and he brought the kitchen door reflectively. At this time, Wen Nuo, who had not come in in the kitchen, happened to hand the chicken soup in his hand to Zhang Ying.

Unexpectedly, this boy would suddenly close the door. He felt nervous. Wen Nuo knew that this chicken soup would not be splashed in any case. Subconsciously, he passed his hand through the door and handed the clay pot in his hand to Zhang Ying through the door.

Then Zhang Ying, who was in the clay pot in his hand, this time he truly felt what "the most fear of the sudden quiet air" was. He looked at the always warm and clear face for the first time and showed dullness and shock.

Zhang Ying knew about this, and his boss would never finish it. Zhang Ying took a deep breath and felt the heat on his hands. He couldn't care about so much for a while. He quickly put the chicken soup on the table, rubbed his earlobes with both hands and said, "That, Mr. Wen, this..."

Zhang Ying pointed to the kitchen and wanted to say something, but he didn't expect that Wen Nuo, who kicked open the kitchen door, was floating in the air at this time, holding a small mousse, and shouting at Zhang Ying: "Boy, what were you doing just now? Do you want to die? Just say it, Grandpa Wen Nuo sent you to reincarnate! Do you know that it was the chicken soup that Xiaojiu ordered? Ah?"

Zhang Ying, who had wide eyes, had to twist his neck stiffly and look at Wen Nuo's shoes that were separated from the ground, then silently looked up at his pale little face that was stunned in the air for a moment.

The two of them were ghosts, and no one knew how to break the balance for a moment. In the end, Wen He slapped his forehead and walked up the stairs with his hands and feet. While walking, he murmured: "Why did you have such a strange dream today?"

However, Wen He, who was not in a state of energy, took the second step on the steps. He lifted his foot lightly and kicked his toes hard on the steps. He staggered in an instant, and he was about to knock on the steps.

Zhang Ying immediately ran towards Wen He without caring about anything, but the living room was still a little bigger. Before Zhang Ying could run away, Wen Nuo's small palm slapped Wen He's shoulder and lifted Wen He with force.

Then he quickly landed on the ground, stood in front of Wen He with his head down, and called out softly to Wen He and said, "Uncle."

"Uncle?" Wen He was shocked and took a quick step back, holding the handrail of the stairs tightly with one hand, and roared directly at Zhang Ying: "Zhang Ying!"

Zhang Ying, who was named, was shocked. Zhang Ying knew that she could not escape this matter, but fortunately she had a good reaction. She immediately called her boss's phone and quickly delivered the phone to Wen He's hand and said, "Mr. Wen, tell me first."

"Yeah!" Wen He took a deep breath, took the phone, lowered his eyes to Wen Nuo standing at the stairs and said, "You stay away from me first."

"Okay!" Wen Nuo nodded quickly and hid behind Zhang Ying.

At this time, Zhang Ying was actually feeling weak inside. Looking at Wen He's violently undulating chest and his hand that was shaking and pale, he couldn't help but retreat.

Xing Le, who was driving at this time, frowned, and was actually thinking about what would happen if his wife woke up early and met that little ghost.

Thinking of this, Xing Le suddenly rang his cell phone ring, and was frightened and turned sharply. He parked the car by the side of the road. He quickly reached out and took out his cell phone and said, "Hey, Zhang Ying."

"It's me." Hearing the familiar voice of the man, Wen He's heart, like a drum, finally stabilized a lot. Wen He, who closed his eyes, said to the other side: "Do you know?"

"This, Xiaoyang, that ghost, he is very young, right? What, Zhang Ying, where is that boy Zhang Ying?" Xing Le knew that this matter must have been hit by his own Xiaoyang.

"Xing Le!" Wen He suddenly raised his voice and made Zhang Ying and Wen Nuo step back, and then looked at Wen He on the steps alertly, for fear that the man would get angry and sprain his ankle from the steps again.

"Yes, yes, I'm here!" Xing Le quickly spoke, but his eyes looked at Wen Jiu in the back seat with a request for help. He pointed at Wen Jiu at the receiver and said lip.

"Where is Xiaojiu?" Wen He calmed down a lot as he thought about what he mentioned when he was on the street with his nephew before, at least his mind had begun to slowly turn.

Hearing his voice, Wenjiu took the cell phone handed over by Xing Le, and called out obediently, "Uncle."

"Xiaojiu." Wen He, who was so angry at Wenjiu, slapped his eyes and said carefully: "There is a child at home called me uncle."

"Well, uncle, his name is Wen Nuo." Wen Jiu nodded on the phone.

This scene made Xing Le happy. This habit was the same as Xiao Sun. He knew that the person on the other side of the phone could not see it, but he still couldn't help but nod on the phone and did movements.

"Wen Nuo?" Wen He's heart sank. After looking at Wen Nuo with deep eyes, the surprise in his eyes became deeper and deeper. The child's eyes were somewhat similar to Xiaojiu. When Wen He thought of this, he asked again without hope: "What does it have to do with you?"

"I received a little kid and the cooking was delicious." Wen Jiu said concisely. After seeing the situation stabilized, Xing Le on the other side quickly started the car and drove towards the destination.

"That's all?" Wen He was still worried, although he told him rationally that the child's age or face was actually not Xiao Xiang Xiaojiu.

"I chose the name." Wenjiu continued to confess.

Hearing Wen Jiu's words, Xing Le couldn't help but look in Wen Nuo's direction, but when he happened to meet Wen Nuo's little inquiring eyes, he also let go of his guard.

But he still asked with some concern: "Can grandpa's body accept him?"

"Don't worry, uncle." When Wen Jiu heard this, he knew that Wen He had accepted it. His eyebrows and eyes were bent and said, "Wen Nuo is a ghost cultivator. He can absorb yin energy and with Wen Nuo there, the merits of a ghost cultivator will be my grandfather."

"Merit?" Wen He frowned and said, "I don't understand these things. You know Xiaojiu, but Xiaojiu, your grandfather can't bear the fright."

"Wen Nuo is just not used to living in human habits for the time being. Uncle, Wen Nuo can live like humans." Wen Jiu obviously thought of this.

"Well, come back early." After receiving a positive answer, Wen He nodded, hung up his phone, walked down the steps and handed it to Zhang Ying, then squinted his eyes and looked at Wen Nuo and said, "Have you heard what Xiaojiu just said?"
To be continued...