Lord Buddha, don't laugh, Madam dug your ancestral grave

The next day.

Everyone worked harder.

Seeing this, Yu Hang pulled the boy carrying old things beside him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

I was still complaining about unfairness the day before, why is everyone silent now.

The boy glanced around a few times, and seeing that someone was not there, he lowered his voice and said, "You don't know, that girl copied Buddhist scriptures all night yesterday. What's more, as long as she wants to put down the pen, the pen will chase after her." Head knocking!"

Yu Hang was slightly startled, and a flash of understanding flashed in his heart.

These students are not human.

Even staying up late will not harm the body.

What Wen Yang did was just to teach those who want to be lazy a lesson.

**
After this episode, everyone will no longer be so repulsive about decoration in the following days.

Instead, I fell in love with the feeling of playing a construction game.

After solving the accommodation problem, the first thing to decorate is the kitchen.

Although they usually don't have access to Feng Lingche, it is still not hard to hear from the few words of Yu Hang and others that it is thanks to the blessing of this 'Buddha' that they can eat delicacies from all over the country.

Soon, the time came for the day of Frost's Descent.

As the old saying goes, Frost's Descent needs to eat red persimmons.

But the owner has never been a person who plays cards according to common sense.

So in the evening of this day, when they gathered around the dining table full of expectations, they fell silent as they watched the table full of side dishes.

"……hot pot?"

Wen Yang was holding her small porcelain bowl and was mixing sesame sauce and dipping ingredients. Hearing this, he glanced at the boy who spoke, "Nursing yang in spring and summer, nourishing yin in autumn and winter. Is there any problem with eating hot pot?"

The boy who spoke was afraid of making Wen Yang unhappy, so he quickly explained, "...No, no, it's just that I haven't eaten for a long time."

Jianghai City is mainly seafood.

Hardly anyone eats hot pot.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of eating has not been broken.

The mandarin duck soup is filled with yin nourishing ingredients such as wolfberry, lily, and yam. After the mutton is put into the pot, the hot white mist is enveloping under the warm yellow light, covering a layer of tantalizing meat aroma.

Served with freshly squeezed orange juice, it is enjoyable and relieves greasy.

Everyone ate heartily, and tacitly thought that it would be great if we could live together like this.

Although the shop owner always gives people a sense of distance that rejects people thousands of miles away, but she is beautiful and seductive, and has real skills, and there is an inexplicable sense of security staying by her side.

The point is, these delicacies are really delicious!
If they leave here, they probably won't have the chance to eat it for the second time in their lifetime.

So when Wen Yang said that he would join the filming crew and that Chen Yan would take care of the hotel in the future, everyone showed disappointed expressions.

Even Zhao Jian, who always eats without talking, couldn't help asking, "Filming? This doesn't look like your character."

Wen Yang spread his hands, "It's all about money."

Feng Lingche's hand holding her vegetables paused slightly, and said with a half-smile, "Are you thinking that your husband is poor?"

Wen Yang's face changed, he quickly covered his mouth and shook his head.

Gu Gu was so forthright that he forgot that Feng Lingche was by his side.

His expression and tone are very familiar to Wen Yang. Last time, she just remembered the phrase 'my grandson's waist is pretty good' when she saw the old man for the first time, so she asked curiously.

In the end, this dog man just spent the whole night to prove himself...

**
When the meal was coming to an end, Fu Chenhong, who had been busy helping Wen Yang decorate the top floor of Fengyue Building, also rushed back.

Ghosts can travel thousands of miles at night, although Zhou He and Zhou He can see each other every day.

But the time to get together and eat together like this is rare.

Zhou He liked to sing when he was alive. After drinking two bottles of fruit beer, he pulled Fu Chenhong to sing a popular little sweet song with the help of alcohol.

Chen Yan's heart itched watching from the side, and couldn't help but stand beside the young couple to accompany the dance, singing affectionately like a bird, and a beautiful shadow curling up like a willow, making Yu Hang blush and heartbeat.

Liu Xuan was chewing peanuts, sitting next to his good brother and eating melon silently.

Turning around inadvertently, I suddenly saw a student diagonally opposite holding a three-year simulation and studying hard.

Shocked, he almost bit his own tongue!

???

Is this the gap between academic masters? !

Liu Xuan patted the peanut skin on his body, and leaned over to touch the child with his shoulder, "Let's have a good time during the holidays, what's the problem!"

This thing looks unlucky!
But the child was so immersed in the ocean of knowledge that he never heard what he said.

Liu Xuan made fun of himself, curled his lips and sat back.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the child suddenly stood up excitedly and threw the three-year simulation into the air.

He also yelled, "Hahaha, it's not difficult for me at all!"

Liu Xuan: "..." I went crazy.

Wen Yang sat beside Feng Lingche, propped his snowy cheeks on his elbows and looked at the group of people, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Sensing Feng Lingche's gaze, she turned her head to look over, her eyes crooked like crescents, "Is there something wrong?"

There was a trace of ripples in Feng Lingche's eyes as deep as a deep pool.

He said softly, "The crisis in Jianghai City is resolved just like this?"

"uh-huh."

"Tian Daozi has given up treatment, so he doesn't need to use the vitality of the people in this city to prolong his life." Wen Yang continued, "When Mo Xun gets the Soul Gathering Orb and Liu Shulan wakes up, his lifespan will come to an end completely .”

Feng Lingche lowered his eyes slightly.

He didn't really care about Tian Daozi, but after this matter was over, it was almost time for Wen Yang to join the team.

During this period of time, Wen Yang no longer relied on the cold air on his body as before.

Wearing the necklace around Feng Lingche's neck that stores cold energy, even if he opened the gate of hell to see Su Rao, his body temperature did not change much after returning.

So did he.

The leg disease has recovered, and the cold on the body has no signs of poisoning.

It is no different from normal people.

If I have to say it, the only difference is that he has become dependent on her.

When I can't see anyone for a while, I feel a sense of unreliability in my heart.

Wen Yang didn't know what Feng Lingche was thinking.

Speaking of Tian Daozi, she suddenly remembered that she had been trying to contact Mo Xun during this period of time, but there was no news.

Just about to call Wu Bai and ask him if he could sense whether Mo Xun was alive or dead, when he stood up, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

?

Wen Yang turned his head, and the eyes of the two collided in an instant.When they looked at each other, they both froze for a moment.

His eyes hide the deep love and loneliness that will not be taken back in the future.

She didn't know why she saw such emotion in his eyes, almost subconsciously, she turned around and held that cold hand.

"I'm just going to make a phone call and be right back."

At this time, Feng Lingche had already restrained his emotions, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and he smiled lazily, "Okay."

……

Underworld Prince's Mansion.

Wubai's loose white robe was stained with blood.

Just half an hour ago, he led someone to strangle a traitor from the underworld, and he was about to take a bath and change clothes.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden stabbing pain in the heart.

As soon as his face changed, he thought of someone almost immediately.