The Villains I Raised All Died - Chapter 155

Ye Chen was originally able to let go, and after drinking, he let go even more.

Tangling appreciates his vision very much and feels that Ye Chen is really good everywhere.

When the two were awakened by the sun, Dong Ling’s dormitory was in disarray, and traces of their attempts were everywhere. Ye Chen propped herself up, and the stall on her body slipped down. She shook her head, which felt particularly heavy after shaking her hangover. Only then did she and Dongling seem to have done something terrible.

She pushed Dongling and said in a small voice: “It’s up, take a look at what it looks like.”

Tangling was confused and opened his eyes, somewhat impatiently: “Sleep for a while.”

After talking, Ye Chen pulled down again.

Ye Chen began to push him: “Rise up, wait for someone to come later.”

Tangling was troubled by her and sighed: “Come here, what about?”

“No!”

Ye Chen felt extremely embarrassed at the thought that these traces would be seen, and she was busy: “Hurry up and clean up.”

Each emperor’s immortal palace will block the spiritual power of others to show their identity. Ye Chen can’t use cleaning technique here, but can only pin it on Tanglin.

Dongling sighed: “In order to cultivate my mind, I can’t use the spells here. To use the spells, I have to open the prohibition of protecting the mountain formation, or let Gong E clean it.”

“No!”

Ye Chen immediately dropped his face and said to him: “Go and bring me cleaning tools such as broom mop pallet, I will clean it.”

“Why is this …”

Dongling was a little helpless, but looking at Ye Chen’s firm eyes, he couldn’t. He could only wear her clothes, seal the palace, and then go to the bath to wash together, Dongling let Gonge take the cleaning tools They also put on apron and entered the hall together.

Tangling naturally wouldn’t let Ye Chen clean it alone, so he followed him, wearing an apron, his hair **** with a hair band, and his sleeves fixedly pulled up with a band, looking very at home.

The pair of sword-held hands held the veil, knelt on the ground, and began to scrub the floor under the direction of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was packing things, and Dongling wiped the table and the floor, looking like a little girl at home.

Tangling cleaned it for a while, and found it quite interesting, and Ye Chen said: “I think that the pleasure of the boudoir is not only the thrush, but doing clutter with you is also extremely interesting.”

“That’s what you don’t do every day,” Ye Chen glared at him: “You try to cook for me every day?”

After listening to Ye Chen’s words, Tangling remembered the egg pie that had been tried many times and fell into a deep thought.

He imagined that he would become a generation of chefs, and Ye Chen completely surrendered to his culinary scenes, and he had a subtle sense of refreshment.

This makes him more happy than mastering a wonderful swordsmanship.

So he immediately decided-he, Dongling, would become a generation chef.

He must become the best cook in Jianxiu, the highest swordman in the cook.

With a euphoric expectation in his eyebrows, he looked up at Ye Chen: “Dust, what do you like to eat?”

“Me?” Ye Chen will put it into the pen-washing tank. After shaking it, he tilts his head and says: “Sweet and sour pork ribs? I like to eat this.”

Tangling nodded without speaking.

Ye Chen lowered his head to clean up, not paying attention to Tangling’s expression.

In the next few days, Dongling was often absent, and the ghosts appeared, Ye Chen couldn’t help but feel a little strange.

She groaned in her heart and wondered, was Dongling stealing people outside?

Not so fast.

So Ye Chen decided to follow him. In the middle of the night, after Dongling got up quietly, Ye Chen quietly followed her.

She saw Dongling walking all the way to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but feel a little strange. Is Dongling’s object a kitchen lady?

Then she saw Dongling enter the kitchen, rummaging around for food.

Watch him cut the ribs, take out a list, and follow the list step by step.

He made a sweet and sour pork ribs, another sweet and sour pork …

The person who has always stood tall and looked at all beings, under the light, with a smile in his mouth, is repeatedly cooking a dish.

Ye Chen looked at it quietly. He didn’t actually dress much, so he casually wore a robe at home and tied his hair with a hair band behind him. The dress was usually too casual.

Ye Chen remembered that when she met Tanglin before, she was always on a big occasion. At that time, Dongling always wore a gold crown, wore a Chinese costume, stood tall, and there were people walking to spread flowers.

But I don’t know what happened, but Ye Chen felt that Tanglin, who was dressed so deliberately, was not as beautiful as 1 / 10,000 of this matter.

The precious and noble son, put down the sword to wash your hands and make soup, which is simply a beautiful scene.

Ye Chen looked at this scene quietly, and at first thought she felt so hot.

I feel that all the tranquility and tenderness of this life have accumulated at this moment.

She breathed chaotically, and Dongling noticed her presence, raised her head, and looked at her standing at the door.

When the night wind blew, his hair was lightly touched on his face. He looked at her without any embarrassment. Instead, he raised a gentle smile: “I wanted to tell you later after I learned well.”

With that said, he seemed a little embarrassed, lowering his head: “I made you laugh.”

As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen rushed into his arms. Dongling was so frightened that he threw the kitchen knife and put his hands on the table, crying and laughing: “What are you doing?”

“Eat!” Ye Chen choked: “No matter what you do, I will eat! I’ll finish!”

This was a little silly, but Dongling understood Ye Chen’s meaning. He bowed his head and kissed her, and said gently: “Don’t be foolish, eat more deliciously.”

Because Ye Chen discovered that Dongling was secretly cooking, Dongling no longer avoided her. The two of them nested in the kitchen all day long. Dongling did it and Ye Chen tasted it.

After a while like this, Hades finally couldn’t bear it, and sent a judge to Tangling, and made a statement similar to: “Fujun, we can’t live without you”, Dongling looked up Looking at Ye Chen said: “Follow me to live in Hades?”

“Yes.” Ye Chen hung on Dongling: “I marry a chicken and a chicken and a dog and a dog, where do you go? Where do I go?”

“Well,” Dongling nodded: “It’s good that the Sanxian with no real power is good.”

“You say this,” Ye Chen lowered his face: “I’m not happy anymore.”

Dongling chuckled, raised her hand and scraped the bridge of her nose, and took her to the underworld.

After arriving at the Underworld, they walked along Huangquan Road. The two embarked on the ferry boat of Wangchuan River. The supporter with the hats stood on the bow without saying a word. Ye Chen looked at him with some kindness. After thinking about it, he hesitated and said: “Mo Wuxie?”

Mo Wuxie raised his head, his handsome face was pale because he had not been exposed to sunlight all the year round. He smiled and said, “I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

After confirming that it was Mo Wuxie, Ye Chen remembered it. At that time, Dongling asked Mo Wuxie to forget the river, and he became the ferryman of the river.

Seeing the old acquaintances, Ye Chen chatted with each other for a while. After talking about the current situation, Ye Chen looked down at the river of Wangchuan, and said a little strangely: “In other words, how do I think this river is shallower?”

Dongling heard the words and stiffened the action of pouring tea. Mo Wuxie looked up at him and said indifferently: “You haven’t come in a long time, have you read it wrong?”

“Huh? Am I illusion?” Ye Chen scratched his head, Dongling poured tea, and Ye Chen said: “Don’t lie on the side of the boat, come over.”

Ye Chen walked back to the ship’s heart obediently, and Dongling handed her the tea. She sat down cross-legged and drank a cup of tea. Then she remembered, “Dongling, you caught her last time about the ugly woman What did you ask? “

“Huh?” Dongling looked up at her: “How did you suddenly ask about this?”

“Why did you go back to the Ming Palace?” Ye Chen drank the tea ceremony. “Let’s understand the situation.”

Dongling laughed lowly: “It’s nothing, just a sneaking ghost.”

Ye Chen nodded and asked no more. The two had a casual chat with Mo Wuxie for a while and then returned to their residence together.

Hades covered the sky and sun, and Ye Chen felt nothing. As soon as Dongling came back, he devoted himself to work. Ye Chen didn’t have to pretend to do anything for Dongling, so he looked at the birds every day, teasing ghosts, and chatting with Mo Wuxie.

After staying for a few days, Ye Chen felt a little sick, and she couldn’t tell what was wrong.

Tangling did not see anyone for several days. Ye Chen went to see his office from afar. He was dressed in a dark dragon pattern, with a crown on his head, and his face was cold. He tried the fate of mortals.

She thinks that this kind of Tangling is very beautiful, lying on the tree, she can watch for a whole year.

After one month of trial, Dongling finally finished his affairs. When he returned, Ye Chen hid in the house, ready to scare him.

She hid on the beam of the room, watching him change his clothes and soak in the bath.

Tangling’s face has always been very cold, without the slightest softness of being with her, and he is surrounded by anger.

Ye Chen felt something was wrong, she held her breath and looked at Tanglin.

Dongling raised his hand and Zigui appeared in his hand. However, at this time, Zigui had a light blood color on his body. Dongling raised his hand to Zigui, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures. . His hands flicked Zigui from inch to inch, and wherever he brushed, the color of Zigui returned to its normal color.

After Zizi’s color returned to normal, Dongling opened his eyes.

He got up from the water, dried himself, and walked back to the bedroom.

Ye Chen returned to the dormitory in advance and hid in a fake sleep.

Tangling came into the room and lay close to the quilt. He gathered her in his arms and said softly, “Asleep?”

“No,” Ye Chen leaned out of his arms and hugged him, “Waiting for you?”

“Wait for me to do?”

Dongling softened his expression, and showed no qualms about it. Ye Chen buried his head in his arms: “Waiting for you to go home.”

“Dongling,” Ye Chen raised his hand on his chest and said softly: “Don’t be afraid of whatever happens in the future. You must remember that I have been waiting for you.”

“And so you go home.”