"Don't go." Chiyu dragged Xiaotu and said angrily, "Don't be nice to her." Although she was angry, her voice was coquettish, without any lethal power, but her cuteness made one's heart tremble.
"Po Xiaohuo, why don't you let Xiaotu get along with me?" The little fat girl in a skirt at the door angrily put the vanity mirror on the ground, and roared fiercely at Chiyu with her hands on her hips. But the same milky voice, no deterrent.
The wine glass in Xue Ziping's hand was slanted to one side, and the wine was poured out without realizing it. He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, this? Three spirits? Tu Ling is a small soil, and the white dress at the door is Shui Ling, right? Wait, that fire spirit, if he read it right, came out from under the small stove. Brother Luo, did Huo Ling actually cook? ?
This is the man in charge! ! !
"Not anyway." Chiyu akimbo.
"Hit you!" The little white skirt fat girl waved her fat fist angrily.
"I'm afraid of you!" Chiyu also waved her chubby fist.
Then the two little fat girls started fighting!
Xue Ziping put down the wine glass, took a chopstick and chewed it.
What is happening in front of you is an illusion, right
"Don't fight, don't fight!" Xiaotu tried to persuade him to fight, only to be pulled by two chubby hands, and he was thrown away.
Luo Yunyi stepped forward, hugged the other with one hand, and separated the two little fat girls: "Okay, okay, don't fight. Let's eat together, let's eat delicious food together."
"Wow!" Chiyu cried while hugging Luo Yunyi's neck.
"Wow!" The fat girl in the little white dress also hugged Luo Yunyi's arm and burst into tears.
Luo Yunyi, who was crying with the two cute little creatures, was heartbroken, patted the backs of the two little fat girls gently, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, don't fight in the future, don't cry. "
After coaxing for a while, the two chubby little girls quieted down and made up again.
"Is this the artifact that those fools were talking about?" Chiyu asked, pointing to the vanity mirror that Xiao Shui had put aside.
"Yes, those fools are still looking outside. Xiaojing doesn't like them. Xiaojing is sleeping. I'll call him." Xiao Shui said, jumped up, and sat on the vanity mirror.
"Ouch—" The vanity mirror let out a scream, and seemed to wake up.
The food in Xue Ziping's mouth almost spewed out.
Is this an artifact
A women's vanity mirror? And such a close relationship with Shui Ling
The monks outside were frantically looking for the artifact, and Shui Ling smuggled the artifact directly.
"Oh, ah." The vanity mirror stood up and made a simple voice.
"He can't speak yet." Xiao Shui explained.
"Oh oh oh!" The makeup mirror jumped to Xue Ziping's side.
"He likes you and must recognize you as the master." Xiaoshui said to Xue Ziping.
"Recognize me..." Xue Ziping pointed at his nose and was interrupted as soon as he said two words. Because the vanity mirror flew directly above his head, a beam of light shot out from the mirror, shrouding Xue Ziping inside. Xue Ziping's eyes became blank for a moment.
Luo Yunyi looked at Xue Ziping with some worry, and Xiao Shui said, "Don't worry, that's Xiaojing's special way of recognizing the master. Oh, that's not right, it's Xiaojing who has to examine him first, and when he passes, he'll be recognized as the master. ."
"What happens if you don't pass?" Luo Yunyi asked.
"Well..." Xiao Shui thought for a while, "I'll probably become a fool who drools all day."
Luo Yunyi imagined that the young sect master of Dao Yanzong, who considered himself to be personable, eventually turned into a fool who drooled all day, with cold sweat running down the back of his head.
(End of this chapter)