Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 86 What a fool, a fake idiot

"Mister, Mr. Xiang."

Although Zhong Lianfeng's mind was controlled by the half-ghost rabbit demon, the memory of the marriage process remained deep in his mind.

The next step after drinking together...

He glanced at the wedding bed behind Jiang Fuyuan, his face so red that he almost bled.

Jiang Fuyuan followed his gaze and turned to look, and saw a double bed made of rosewood wood with Yuanyang Xi's quilt folded neatly. The quilt was also covered with red dates, peanuts, longan and lotus seeds.

"Ha, it's very important to have a son early." Jiang Fuyuan walked over and brushed the red dates, peanuts and other things to the end of the bed, patted the soft bed and motioned for Zhong Lianfeng to come and sit.

This wedding room has everything, but there is no stool. If you want to sit, you can only sit on the bed.

Zhong Lianfeng slowly moved to the bedside, sat down with half-closed eyes and a red face, and then began to reach out to untie the complicated hairpin on his head.

He was not very familiar with these hairpins, and his hair caught on the hairpin with just a few clicks, causing him to gasp softly in pain.

Jiang Fuyuan heard the voice and looked up: "What's wrong?"

Zhong Lianfeng couldn't take it off several times, so he simply used brute force. However, he underestimated the complexity of the woman's hair ornaments, and he couldn't take it off until his scalp hurt.

Jiang Fuyuan whispered: "Don't move, I'll come."

What hooked the hair was a hairpin with many teeth. The teeth of the hairpin were wrapped around the hair. After Zhong Lianfeng pulled hard, the hair and the teeth of the hairpin became even more entangled.

Jiang Fuyuan half-knelt on the edge of the bed, barely higher than Zhong Liefeng who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She carefully observed the direction of the hair and hairpin teeth, and gently moved the hair and hairpin teeth. separate.

When she took off the hairpin, it was still wrapped with a few strands of hair that had been torn off by Zhong Lianfeng.

Passing the hairpin over, Jiang Fuyuan said a little distressedly: "Next time if you can't untie it, just call me and I will untie it for you."

Zhong Lianfeng took the hairpin, lowered his head and hummed, smoothed down all the hair on the hairpin and gathered it into a strand. He then looked up at Jiang Fuyuan and asked, "Can you give me some of your hair?"

Jiang Fuyuan didn't understand but didn't refuse. He took off his hat directly, grabbed a small clump of loose hair and pulled it out.

Zhong Lianfeng stopped her immediately: "No! I'll do it."

He carefully took out two black hairs, pressed the roots with one hand, and pulled gently with the other hand. The two soft hairs were cut off at the waist. Jiang Fuluan didn't even feel any pain.

Seeing him putting two strands of hair together with his previous one and tying them carefully, Jiang Fuyuan asked, "What are you doing?"

"We are husband and wife, and their love is unwavering." Zhong Liefeng lowered his head and wrapped the entangled hair in a hippa, and carefully hid it in his arms.

The moment he opened his clothes, a white porcelain bottle rolled out and spun around on the ground several times before stopping.

"Soul bottle?" Jiang Fuyuan immediately jumped out of bed to pick up the white porcelain bottle. When he took it into his hand, he saw a familiar pattern in a familiar position.

Zhong Lianfeng sat on the bed in a daze. He was so distracted that he couldn't understand why his husband-in-law suddenly jumped off the wedding bed and went straight to a broken bottle. He couldn't even figure out why he was there on the wedding night. There is a white porcelain vase in his arms.

He muttered a little aggrievedly: "Ms. sir..."

Jiang Fuyuan didn't have time to comfort her lovely wife at the moment, so she just waved her hand towards him, indicating that he should wait quietly for a while, and then directly reached out and unplugged the cork of the soul bottle.

A slight dark wind blew, and Xiaopang, who had been holding it in for a long time, finally emerged from the soul bottle.

"Master——" When he saw Jiang Fuyuan, the little fat man's eyes were filled with tears, and he was about to come up and stick it with a big grin, "woo woo woo - I finally found you——"

puff.

A red date pierced the air and hit the little fat man's face.

The next second, Hong Zao passed through Xiaopang's Tianling Gai, hit the wall and bounced to the ground with a pop.

Xiaopang, who only felt a red shadow passing through his soul body, scratched his head and said in confusion: "Zhong Lianfeng, why did you hit me?"

Jiang Fuyuan turned around, and Zhong Lianfeng turned his hand away, pretending as if nothing had happened, and shouted again: "Ms. sir..."

Yes, she married a jealous person. "Be good, don't make trouble. Little Fatty is one of our own... ah no, he is his own ghost." Jiang Fuyuan calmly comforted her, "You can play by yourself for a while, I will come to accompany you right away."

Zhong Liefeng was silent, looking at her with red eyes without speaking.

Seeing this aggrieved little look made Jiang Fuyuan's heart feel sour, and she helplessly stretched out her left hand: "Come here, my husband loves you."

Zhong Lianfeng stood up immediately, walked over in a few steps, held her hand firmly, and cast a provocative look at the chubby guy opposite her where Jiang Fuyuan couldn't see her.

Fatty: ...

"Is he crazy?" Xiaopang looked at the man in bridal clothes in front of him in surprise, "He called you husband?! Then should I change my name? What should I call you... Madam? Or Lord?"

"Be normal, his mind is controlled." Jiang Fuyuan interrupted Xiaopang's thoughts, "Mogan River God is the half-ghost rabbit demon, we have to kill her."

Fatty: "How to kill it?"

"Good question." Jiang Fuyuan also wanted to know the answer, but it was a pity that she had a real fool and a fake idiot in front of her, and she couldn't count on either one.

She sighed: "If that dead rabbit hadn't changed my clothes at some point, I wouldn't be empty-handed."

Now that Jie Mu is gone and the talisman she worked so hard to draw for most of the night is gone, how can she make braised rabbit heads?

"It's not like I'm empty-handed!" Xiaopang chuckled, "I brought something for the master!"

After saying that, he reached out and dug into the soul bottle, and took out a dozen yellow papers and a white tortoise shell: "Look!"

Jiang Fuyuan's eyes lit up: "You are such a clever little guy! It's easier if you have some yellow paper, see if I don't draw an animal training charm now and kill this dead rabbit!"

The chubby guy who was praised opened his mouth even wider, and happily performed a tongue-twisting dance towards Zhong Liefeng, whose face was so sour that it almost dripped water.

"Give me the cinnabar and the pen." Jiang Fuyuan estimated the speed at which he could draw the symbols. "It should be no problem to draw thirty characters between now and dawn."

"..." Xiaopang's smile condensed on his face.

Jiang Fuyuan: "What's wrong? Don't stand there stupidly, it will be dawn if you don't hurry up."

Xiaopang hesitated: "...I...seem I didn't bring cinnabar and pen..."

Jiang Fuyuan:......

Oh, she takes back what she just said, her contracted ghost is still just a stupid ghost.

The little fat man cried with a sad face: "Ooooh...Master, I'm sorry..."

Jiang Fuyuan sighed in her heart, what can she do with her contracted ghost? Just pamper her.

"Okay, don't cry." She spread the talisman paper on the table and took a breath, "You can draw the talisman without cinnabar."

It just hurts a little to draw.

As she spoke, she took a bite with her right index finger.

Hiss, there was severe pain, but the scene she expected did not appear. Only a deep tooth mark was left on the green-white fingertips.

Jiang Fuyuan:? ? ?What about the blood on your fingertips?Are all those scenes in story books where you can easily draw blood from a bite a lie? ?
Seeing her looking at his fingers blankly, Zhong Lianfeng called out in a low voice: "Mr.

Then he gently held her hand and took the tooth-marked finger into his mouth.

The warm and moist mouth wrapped around the painful fingers. Jiang Fuyuan had an illusion that her fingers were caressed by gentle spring water. Her fingertips trembled, and the slightly rough touch struck her heart like a bolt of lightning.

She retracted her hand and pulled her fingers out of Zhong Lianfeng's mouth: "You, what are you doing!"

Zhong Lianfeng looked at her increasingly red ears and felt his heart soften. He said in a gentle tone, "My mother said that licking the injured area will stop the pain."

"My husband, it hurts. I'll lick it for you."

(End of this chapter)