Chapter 43 (2/2)

The Feast li hua bai 36360K 2022-07-24

”It's getting late and the son of God is full. Should we go back? Otherwise, my wife and two grandmothers don't know how to worry. ← Baidu search →”

Sure enough, he immediately heard the departure order. Duan Tingxuan sighed in his heart, but this was expected, but he was not too disappointed. He just said half jokingly, ”if I remember correctly, someone just said that I could make any conditions.”

”You remember wrong.” Su wennuan's Danfeng eyes narrowed again: ”I just asked you what conditions you have.”

”Well, it seems that it's really a little.” Duan Tingxuan touched his chin: ”how about going back to the backyard? I'll get through the row of wing rooms on the left of Chunfeng garden, make a kitchen and storage room, and let someone dig a big ice cellar.” the little Marquis offered rich conditions to tempt you.

”Meiyue building seems to be more suitable for digging a large ice cellar without opening up a row of wing rooms. You just need to send a few people to renovate the kitchen.” finally, slag man took some credit today, so Su wennuan refused in a more euphemistic tone.

”Do you know how Haoer's Meiyue building fell down?” Duan Tingxuan knocked on the table and said in a deep voice: ”this is the courtyard specially built by my great grandfather, but later because there was a ghost, he moved out. No one dared to come over, so it fell down slowly...”

”How about a fresh word?” Su wennuan looked at Duan Tingxuan bored: ”it's just a ghost. I've been to the hell hall. Do you think I'll be afraid?”

Duan Tingxuan was speechless for a long time and said, ”ghosts are nothing, but the trees in the backyard are deep and the grass is long. There must be snakes...”

”Is there really a snake? That's great. I'm worried that there is no material for making snake soup in autumn, and I want you to catch some when hunting.” Su wennuan's eyes are green, and the little Hou is a little scared and trembling. He shakes his head and says: ”Well... When I was hunting, the snakes were scared away by the sound of horses' hoofs. Where can I catch them? You... You are brave. Just catch them in the backyard.”

He ran away with grief and indignation in his heart. He secretly said, is this a fucking woman? Is it really possessed by some lonely ghost? Even so, it's just not afraid of ghosts, not even snakes? How stupid and bold is it? I'm good at martial arts, and I feel sick when I see the slippery things like snakes. (to be continued.)

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