Chapter 862 (1/2)

However, as like as two peas from the dead face, the men walked away and then they threw the big man out. One of them left the table on the broken table, and the table became white paper, and was picked up by the dead man's face.

After that, he threw out a paper cutting table. As soon as it landed, it turned into a perfect table.

Jiang Wanbai is not surprised at all, but Qi Qingxing and Qingzhu's servants have seen Jiang Wanbai summoning paper men for countless times, so they don't care.

Maybe the response of the three people was so flat that the dead man's face took an extra look. However, even if they looked at it more, it was still a dead face with no expression.

After Jiang Wanbai sat down, three bowls of steaming wonton were brought out. ”What kind of stuffing is this?” Jiang Wanbai asked curiously.

Different from the wonton she had eaten before, the skin of the wonton was crystal clear, and the stuffing inside could be seen. But the stuffing inside was really black. The wonton pieces lay quietly in the bowl, drenched with snow-white soup, and sprinkled with a little bit of broken

”It's not scallion.” Green bamboo scooped the soup with a spoon and muttered.

Jiang Wanbai originally thought that the green and red were mixed with scallion and chopped chili or other spices. Hearing the murmur of green bamboo, Jiang Wanbai looked carefully and found that it was not scallion blossom, but rather

Thinking of a certain possibility, Jiang evening white eyes slightly squint.

It happened that the dead man's face answered Jiang Wanbai's question at the beginning. Not only did he have no expression, but his voice did not fluctuate at all. He said, ”it's fish stuffing.”

”Fish stuffing?” Jiang Wanbai put down his chopsticks and said, ”are those fish in the yellow spring?”

Green bamboo, who had just taken a sip of soup, was squinted by the fresh, but did not respond. What did Jiang Wanbai mean? He asked foolishly, ”where is the yellow spring?”