The Vixen is Attacked - Chapter 87

Su Luoyan was dragged by Hua Diewu to sit down together. At this time, the third chicken was also ready, which was a stewed chicken with wolfberry.

“Eat.” Hua Diewu took Su Luoyan a pair of chopsticks.

“Yeah.” Su Luoyan took the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of chicken and put it in his mouth.

Hua Diewu pushed the porcelain bowl in the direction of Su Luoyan, bending her eyes and said, “Luoyan, you can eat more.”

As a fox who loves chicken very much, Hua Diewu’s ability to distribute her chicken generously shows that this person has a very high status in her heart.

Su Luoyan slowly ate the wolfberry stewed chicken without saying a word. In fact, she didn’t know what to say.

Hua Diewu didn’t care, she held her cheeks and watched Su Luoyan eating, as if she was already satisfied just watching her like this.

After Su Luoyan finished eating, Hua Diewu immediately sent a clean veil. Su Luoyan took it and wiped his mouth, and finally said, “Xiaodie, I see you look so sad. Is it because of me? ?”

Hua Diewu’s mouth slumped, Su Luoyan felt aggrieved at the mention of her, and the corners of her eyes were red.

But Hua Diewu felt that it was too unreasonable for a ghost king to cry. She immediately held back her tears and looked away stubbornly.

“Well, because you ignore me.”

Su Luoyan held Hua Diewu’s face and let Hua Diewu look at herself, the two of them met.

Su Luoyan’s black and white eyes reflected Hua Diewu’s aggrieved face. Hua Diewu’s eyes widened slightly, and Su Luoyan said very seriously: “Xiaodie, I’m sorry, I won’t do this again next time. Up.”

“Yeah…” Hua Diewu hummed with a little nasal sound, and the golden beans began to fall.

Hua Diewu was taken aback by herself, she quickly pulled Su Luoyan’s hand away, and when she raised her hand, she wanted to wipe her face casually with her sleeve, but Su Luoyan grabbed her wrist.

“I’ll wipe it for you, it hurts if you wipe your face like this.” Su Luoyan pulled out a clean towel from his arms.

Hua Diewu let out a cry, and then stopped her little head from moving.

The towel was carrying the fragrance of Su Luoyan’s body, and Hua Diewu felt that she even smelled a faint milky fragrance. The thoughts in Hua Diewu’s mind began to deviate. She was thinking that maybe the veil was taken out from Su Luoyan’s chest…

The system was busy ordering a hot pot for itself, and all the money it made with Hua Diewu on the task was used by it to buy these messy foods. The system intends to concentrate on eating, ignoring the messy thoughts of its host.

In the end, Hua Diewu was ‘reconciled’ with Su Luoyan, but there was nothing wrong with it. These two people are not the kind of people who quarrel.

Because of the “reconciliation”, Hua Diewu ate very fragrantly, and the remaining six chickens all entered her stomach, leaving behind a pile of bones.

The satisfied Hua Diewu and Su Luoyan returned to the bedroom, while the chicken demon and the sparrow were worried about how to make so many chickens.

The chicken demon remembered his old profession, that is, stealing chickens. Since there are not enough chickens in the ghost palace, go to the farmers to steal them.

It’s best to steal the old hen and raise it, the chickens lay eggs, the eggs lay chickens, endless. Of course, endlessness is impossible, because there is the big stomach king Hua Diewu.

Later, Hua Diewu asked where these chickens came from. The chicken demon frankly said that they were stolen. Hua Diewu asked the chicken demon to raise the hatched hen and send it back to others. The farmer raised one. A chicken is not easy. But these are all things to do.

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After two days of ease, Hua Diewu’s crow spirit and parrot spirit finally returned with lilies.

Because this was to give Su Luoyan a surprise, Hua Diewu spread a panic in front of Su Luoyan, saying that she had been invited to have tea by the magistrate. Su Luoyan only asked Hua Diewu to come back early and don’t stay outside for too long.

Hua Die Wu walked away without any recognition from her six relatives, feeling that she was completely immersed in the married life and couldn’t help herself.

Came to a side hall, Hua Diewu asked the crow spirit and the parrot spirit to show the lilies for herself.

After reading it, Hua Diewu fell into contemplation. Why is the lily in front of her not the same as she had in mind, how small and ugly? Dry.

{System, did you say they found the wrong words? This is too ugly. Proposing in this way is very cheap. }

[Host, this is a lily flower. It’s just that the ancient lilies were grown as usable food materials, and they have not experienced subsequent breeding, so they have no ornamental value. 】

{So I waited for two days and you just told me that? Don’t you know what to say earlier? }Hua Diewu wants to fight the system.

The system trembled, and immediately added [People didn’t do it on purpose. I can’t know this without specific contact with relevant information. But the host can change your mind. The lily porridge is quite delicious. Why don’t you cook a bowl of lily porridge for the hostess? This can be regarded as a part of your mind. 】

Hua Diewu squeezed her eyebrows, feeling a headache, why did she encounter such a system.

And the system thinks the same way, why does it encounter a host who looks innocent, but in fact its head is full of yellow, color, waste.

{Okay, so be it, now it’s too late to find other good-looking ones. }

The Santu River is full of hibiscus flowers. The soil here is not fertile, and all that can grow are hibiscus flowers, and other weeds are difficult to grow.

“Great King?” Seeing Hua Diewu not speaking, Crow Jing called out tentatively.

Hua Diewu recovered, and said to the crow spirit and the parrot spirit: “You can handle this lily before sending it over.”

“Yes!”

The lily looks dry and thin, with roots attached, and a large mass of moist mud on top.

In this era, everyone regards lilies as food or medicine, so the crow spirit and the parrot spirit do not only pluck the flowers back, but uproot the lilies and bring them back.

When the parrot spirit and the crow spirit went out carrying the lily, there was still a piece of dirt on the ground. The rabbit spirit immediately flew over to clean up the small mud ball when they saw it, as if they would recognize her to **** it.

Hua Diewu is now thinking about how she should fool around with Luo Yan later, because she has not gone to the underworld at all, and it is impossible to come back from the underworld. Should she go out now, take two laps and come back?

She is not very good at lying, Hua Diewu scratched her head and began to think about why she is in such a trouble.

At this time, the system reminded me, [Because your proposal is not to surprise the heroine, of course, the heroine cannot be found out for the time being. 】

{Yeah. }Hua Diewu teleported out of her fate and decided to go to the underground palace to see if she had any good things to give to Su Luoyan.

Here Hua Diewu thought she could give Su Luoyan a surprise, but what she didn’t know was that Su Luoyan had overheard the conversation between her and her men a few days ago.

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Hua Diewu went to the netherworld. There is nothing to see in the netherworld. It is not much better than the Santu Riverside. At least there are other flowers on the Santu Riverside to see. There are no other flowers in the netherworld.

After wandering around Hua Diewu, I came to the Naihe Bridge and saw someone talking to each other at the bridgehead, saying they would be together again in the next life.

But after drinking Meng Po Tang, the two met and didn’t know each other, and they didn’t know anyone anymore.

Hua Diewu sighed for a while, but Meng Po’s hands did not shake the soup. In this situation, Meng Po did not know how many times she had seen it.

Hua Diewu originally wanted to turn around and leave, but she remembered one thing, that is, part of her own memory was also missing.

Now Hua Diewu has some doubts about the authenticity of her amnesia. Did she really lose her memory when she experienced the catastrophe? Why didn’t other demons lose their memory like her?

Hua Diewu wanted to ask Po Meng, although this world is different from her original world, all the fictional worlds in it are based on reality, and perhaps she will gain something.

Just as Hua Diewu approached, Po Meng suddenly raised her head. Po Meng was not an old woman with gray hair, as was said in the world, but a young and beautiful girl.

In Meng Po, the younger you are, the longer you live and the more you know. “Meng Po soup can only be consumed by those who have passed away. You are not a human being, so how come and go?”

Po Meng’s eyes immediately saw the strangeness of Hua Diewu’s body, but it was limited to this, and the rest could not be known at a glance.

“Departure?” Hua Diewu suddenly thought of one thing, that is, her nine-tailed life, perhaps this can be regarded as a death. Combined with the few tails she disappeared…

Although her two sisters are also nine-tailed monster foxes, they still have nine tails. Most of the other foxes are single-tailed. For so many years, only one of her foxes frequently lives.

“I can’t see through.” Po Meng shook her head, and continued to stir the turbid yellow soup in the big pot.

There were ghosts coming in line to get the soup, Hua Diewu stepped aside, she suddenly asked: “Is Meng Po soup useful for monsters?”

Po Meng was still looking at the soup in the clay jar, and she muttered: “This bowl of soup is a memory of a hundred years, two bowls of soup two hundred years of memory, and three bowls of soup will kill you for three hundred years. Memories. Start with memorizing things and erase them bit by bit until you die. Come on, have soup.”

The broken thick porcelain bowl contained a bowl of soup to be dissatisfied with, and was sent to an old man. The old man held the bowl with dry hands, and drank it while tearing.

Under a bowl of Mengpo soup, everything in the earthly world disappears like a cloud of smoke. But although the memory was erased, the feelings deeply planted in the heart were not dissipated.

The old man looked around blankly, chanting a name in his mouth, forgetting what he was reading as he read it, and finally walked across the Naihe Bridge with a dull expression.

Seeing the old man’s reaction, Hua Diewu unconsciously grabbed the material of her heart, and her heart was choked with pain. It seems that a long time ago, she also drank Meng Po soup, bowl after bowl, until she forgot everything.

Suddenly, Hua Diewu found herself in tears.

Tears are salty, with a bitter taste.

“How can I recover the things I forgot?” Hua Diewu looked at Po Meng as if she had grasped the last glimmer of hope.

“I don’t know, I don’t know…”

“I don’t know…” Hua Diewu left in despair.