Chapter 347 (1/2)

Zheng Qu knew that he couldn't guess what Wei Yan was thinking. However, seeing Wei Yan's serious words and just boasting about Wei Yan, he also guessed his meaning and chuckled: ”what's the matter? Xiaoyanyan or a person who likes to be praised

He was so critical that Wei Yan's ears became red again. This time, he was serious and did not speak any more.

Zheng Qu knew that he was still in the battle of others. He was not good at flirting with others, so he had to press down the joking words and pay attention to observing the things around him.

Fortunately, there is still no movement around the door. Wei Yan's face is suddenly a little more vigilant. Without waiting for Zheng Quzhi to react, he suddenly goes to the side and hides.

Zheng Quzhi turned his head and saw that a rib shaped object was firmly penetrating into the wall, with a bit of murderous spirit.

Then, a few more murderous intentions came.

Although Wei Yan is there, Zheng Quzhi's protective circle still appears. Wei Yan was distracted and looked at his eyes, but there was no response. As long as it is good for Zheng Qu, he will not stop it.

Zheng Quzhi is not idle, looking at the source of the bone.

It seemed to be the kitchen, with a large pot and other tableware visible. The bones did not seem to stop, the flow of two people flying.

Wei Yan's eyes light a cold, simply face-to-face, holding Zheng Quzhi into the kitchen.

Compared with the blood and water flow outside, the inside is clean, as if it is just an ordinary kitchen, and even the bones that were just flying outside also disappeared.

”There seems to be something in that pot.” Zheng Quzhi suddenly pointed to an opening.

I saw that the big pot was pressed by the pot cover, and there seemed to be a fire under it. There was probably water in it. The pot was boiling and bubbling.

”Generally, according to the TV series, we will be very curious to open the pot, and then there will be meat soup and other things out to disgust us.” Zheng Quzhi suddenly said again.

Wei Yan glanced at the pot carelessly. His eyes stopped on the lid of the pot for a moment, then moved it without a trace. He opened his mouth in a warm voice: ”I don't think so.”

Hearing this, Zheng Quzhi had to look at the pot a few times. Wei Yan felt that it was not. It was probably not.

So he called Wei Yan: ”let's go over and have a look at it?”

Just let Wei Yan be more careful, but now I don't care.

Wei Yan has always been responsive to his requests. Hearing this, he took a few steps over there. Seeing Zheng Quzhi reach out to uncover the pot cover, he couldn't help but free a hand to imprison him: ”you don't have to do it yourself.”

With a flash of red light in his eyes, a few paper people floated out leisurely, stuck to the pot cover and lifted it up directly.

A smell of unidentified meaning swept over. Zheng Quzhi did not know what it was, and his nose and mouth were blocked by Wei Yan's hand. Zheng Quzhi was stunned for a moment and was shocked.

Wei Yan's mother's hand covered his mouth. What was that holding his waist and supporting his legs?

With a sound, Zheng Quzhi Yu Guang looked over and saw that the paper people were all black and had no strength. The lid of the pot fell back to the pot with a slap, covering up the contents of the pot, and the fragrance disappeared instantly.

”What is that?” Seeing Wei Yan take back his hand, Zheng Quzhi asked.