After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again - Chapter 1621

Yange finally understood why the little girl always mentioned the fish stew of her own mother-in-law.

The evil dragon took a large pot of stewed fish, and she fished it first. She eats slowly, and her movements are particularly elegant. She just looks at her food and thinks it is delicious on earth.

Yange dare not say that it is not delicious, after all, people are so polite.

She lowered her head and ate a fish. She turned around and saw that Saburo was eating too.

After eating the fish, the little girl was going to clean up the pot, Saburo took over the job.

The evil dragon obliquely sang the words: “It is so fragrant, why aren’t you afraid I will put poison in the pot.”

Words of Song: … Which eye can see that she eats very fragrant.

“Say, what’s wrong with me?”

Yan Song: “I just came to see you.”

The evil dragon dragged his eyes and rolled his eyes: “You haven’t had time to hide from me. Why would you think of me and say, what the **** is going on, I might not be able to help you while I’m in a good mood, or get out early.”

Words of Song: … still a familiar evil dragon, this style of painting made her feel much more relaxed.

“Well, it’s really okay …” I was passing by and wanted to see it again. Who knew that the evil dragon moved!

The evil dragon laughed, raised his eyes and sang the song: “Are you asking me to save him?”

Yan Song was interrupted by her headless words, her face confused: “Ah?”

However, the evil dragon thought that Yange was acting like a pretender, and she sneered, “I won’t save him, and it’s no use asking me.”

Yange followed her gaze and saw Saburo, who was cleaning the bowl in the stove, outside the window.

“No, you misunderstood.” Yange said, “I just came to see you and the child.”

The evil dragon looked sideways and stared at Yange.

After staring for a while, he laughed lowly, “You won’t know it until now. You are about to run out of Saburo.”

Yange was surprised and looked back at Saburo outside.

Saburo finished washing the pots and bowls and was sitting on the steps with the young girl. He made a grasshopper out of bamboo leaves and handed it to the young girl.

Yange was a little shy, and she murmured subconsciously, “You, what did you just say?”

Longevity?

Every talent has a long life, and a tree demon like her has a long and long life, so she doesn’t need to worry about such things.

Therefore, she never thought that Saburo would have such a problem.

The evil dragon did not respond, staring at the silly Yan Yan with a playful look.

Yange: “Saburo, Saburo’s birthday is here? How did you tell?”

“Do you think I’ll be as idiot as you and can’t see anything?”

Yange didn’t care about the evil dragon, and she continued to ask with a flustered voice: “Then, can you help him?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to.”

“I’ll help you get the flat-hair beast back. Would you please help me extend Saburo’s life?”

The evil dragon heard the words and looked at the words with an intellectual disability.

She said, “If you’re sick, you, a dead person, get him back and do something, be a ghost.”

Now the evil dragon, she doesn’t have much deep memory of the flat-haired beast, and she knows that her own man died short of the short-lived ghost. As for the others, it has faded to nothing in her mind.

The words were blocked by her words, speechless.

Until leaving the bamboo house for a long time, Yange was in a state of unwillingness.

The little girl has been conquered by Saburo’s various gadgets, and she watched Saburo babble away.

At the end, he turned to the house and said to her mother, “Mother, my father must be more fun than my aunt.”

The evil dragon has picked up his needlework basket and started to compete with needlework again.

She heard a tingling in her fingers, and it was the needle that poke her finger again.

There was a moment of irritation in front of her eyes, and her heart fretted inexplicably. She frowned softly: “Your dead ghost father is the most boring, and my mother forgot what he looks like.”

I really forgot.

I can’t think of it, and I’m not interested to think about it.

A man who couldn’t remember her was extremely boring.