Chuzheng didn't let go, and they didn't dare to force a search.
So now Fuyue only dares to offend verbally.
Chuzheng: "Are you so sure you can find it here?"
Fuyue smiled and said, "I'm not sure, I just think it's abnormal that you are so resistant to Madam Meng. You didn't care about it in the past."
Where does the old lady Meng care if you search or not.
She is so abnormal this time...
Chuzheng is blocking now, which makes people even more suspicious.
Chuzheng glanced at Fuyue, and suddenly let go: "Oh, then you can search."
Fuyue's belly draft, which was prepared by Chuzheng, died prematurely in the fluttering 'then you search'.
Although it felt a little strange, Fuyue quickly gave the ghosts next to her a wink and motioned them to search.
The Samsara Inn has two floors in total, and there are not many rooms, so they can be searched soon.
"no."
"no… "
Everyone came to the same conclusion.
Fuyue was not at ease and went up to search it in person.
After a while, Fuyue came downstairs with a sullen face.
Really do not have…
Then why did she stop the search before
It was a coincidence that the last place that person appeared was here, and she blocked the search again, which didn't make it obvious that there was a problem.
Now that nothing has been found, Fuyue is a little disappointed.
"Found it?" Chu Zheng leaned against the table and asked casually.
Fuyue pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled hypocritically: "It seems that I misunderstood."
"Cough cough... Lord Chuzheng is disturbing, then we will say goodbye first." The group of ghosts felt that the atmosphere was not right, and hurriedly slipped away.
Fuyue didn't find the handle, and she was in a bad mood. She was too lazy to go with Chuzheng and Zhou Xuan, so she also followed: "Then I'll go first..."
"What's the hurry?" Chu Zheng raised his hand and waved, and the door of the Samsara Inn closed with a bang.
Fuyue looked back subconsciously.
"what you up to?"
"Let's talk about the past." Chu Zheng crossed his chest.
"What happened before?" Fuyue didn't deny it, who didn't know that she didn't get along with Madam Meng.
But she didn't admit it, she was twirling her hair in circles with her fingers, and she was full of coquettishness just by standing.
"How do you want to talk?"
Chuzheng squeezed her wrist and said in a flat tone, "Of course we talk like this."
Fuyue: "??"
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The closed door of the Samsara Inn opened with a clatter, and a figure flew out from inside and hit the ground.
At the same time, there were also purple butterflies that flew up into the sky with a hula, and then swooped down, drowning the people on the ground.
When the purple butterflies dispersed, Fuyue had no image, and covered her body with a sullen face.
Chuzheng came out from inside, stood at the door, and looked at her lightly.
With that confident attitude, the anger in Fuyue's heart swelled up, and she hated the person in front of her to the point of tickling her teeth.
Fuyue slapped the ground, the yellow sand fluttered, and her figure disappeared directly in place.
"Chuzheng, wait for me!"
Fuyue's voice came from far away from the sky.
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"Sister Zheng, I think you seem to be more powerful!" Xuehu happily danced beside her.
Chuzheng: "… "
The secret practice these days is not in vain!
The power of the original owner is those purple butterflies. The stronger the power, the more purple butterflies that will be summoned, and the stronger the attack power.
Purple Butterfly is also an important ingredient in Meng Po Soup.
Only people of her family can call out such a purple butterfly.
This is also the reason why Meng Po cannot be replaced.
Mother Meng can still be hereditary, and Chuzheng is also shocked.
However, the game background of others, it is boring to care too much.
"Where did you hide people?" Chuzheng remembered the business.
"Hee hee hee."
Xuehu took Chuzheng upstairs and fished the person out of a huge water tank.
"cough cough..."
The man was coughing and looked a little weak - weaker than when she picked it up.
"What kind of water is this?"
"Wang Chuan Shui." Xuehu held out his small chest and was quite proud: "Only this can hide his breath and not be discovered by them. Am I very smart?"
Chuzheng took a deep breath: "You put him in the water of Wangchuan?"
Forget the river water!
The soul body falls, not to mention a dead end, but definitely peels off a layer of skin.
Xuehu said weakly: "Well... this water has been settling for a long time, so it's not in the way."
The source of Mengpo soup is Wangchuan water.
However, precipitation is required. This is the precipitation of the Wangchuan water, which is not as brutal as the Wangchuan River.
"That..." The man stretched out his hand weakly, can you look at him before speaking.
He felt like he was going to lose his footing.
Chuzheng went to support the person, and the clothes on his body were soaked in the Wangchuan water, and they were tightly attached to his body.
After all, Wangchuan water is not the same, and there is no way to dry it directly.
Chuzheng asked the little fox to find clean clothes.
The little fox covered his head and said, "Where can I find it!"
"I did this?" Chuzheng pointed at the wet person.
"..." Go go go go!
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"How do you feel?" Chu Zheng helped the person to sit beside him.
"It's... okay." The man felt cold, as if something was seeping into his body.
"You take off your clothes first."
"what?"
The man looked at her blankly.
Chuzheng explained: "Wangchuan water will seep into your body."
"..." He already felt it, getting colder and weaker.
Seeing that he didn't move, Chuzheng picked up the man directly, put it beside the bed, and pressed him to take off his clothes.
"!!!"
He wanted to struggle, but found that all his strength seemed to be drained and he couldn't struggle.
Chuzheng was picking up clothes very fast, and before he could react, he was already stuffed under the quilt.
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The sky was dim, and there was the sound of running water in my ears.
The person on the bed sat up with his body propped up, with a splitting headache, and he felt better after lifting and rubbing it several times.
He looked in the direction of the flowing water.
Outside is a meandering river…
Forget River.
These words automatically popped up in his mind.
This place is clearly not the place he stayed before...
where is this
He looked at himself, it wasn't the suit he was wearing before.
After sitting for a while, he got down and went to the window,
On the banks of Wangchuan River, there are endless flowers on the other side, and you can vaguely see the white things under the flowers on the other side.
"Puffy..."
He didn't know why he suddenly pronounced that name.
But he thinks... it's his name.
His name is Peng Yu.
He took another look into the distance, then turned around, found a place to go down, and walked into the flowers on the other side.
When he got closer, he realized that the white things in the other side of the flower were skeletons.
It is from these skeletons that the red other side flowers grow.
He took a few steps back, back to the place where there were no other flowers.
Looking up again, I saw a figure walking from the flowers.
She was surrounded by purple butterflies, and those purple butterflies sometimes hidden in her clothes, sometimes flew out, and flew up and down around her.
It was a very shocking picture.
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