Wanwan was originally sitting on the steps and was talking to Yan Shu about how to deal with the big goose so that she would not be bullied by the big goose.

But halfway through, she suddenly stopped and turned her head and looked at the few people walking through the slope of the village.

Her black and bright eyes stared at Song Yuanxin, and the expression on her little face was a little solemn, and after seeing it clearly, it became particularly complicated.

In just a few hours, the sister who was disliked by her brother, provoked a female ghost, and the female ghost was a bit fierce.

Wanwan could clearly see that there was a faint black blue color on the Xinyin Hall of Song and Yuan Dynasty. Although it was not fatal, it was touched by the female ghost from time to time and constantly invaded by the yin energy. Sooner or later, something big will happen.

However, the victim was still unaware of anything. She and Mo Zexu, who were beside her, were walking on both sides of the road, and no one paid attention to each other.

The middle-aged female ghost wearing lake blue short-sleeved sleeves and black trousers was following behind Song Yuanxin, with her hands tentatively passing through her neck from time to time. The hideous wounds on her face and head were rolling with a strong black air. The sunken eye sockets were pitch black and there was no eyeballs at all.

Song Yuanxin walked all the way and felt a little chill behind her back. She buttoned Grandma Xiang's coat and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the back of her neck. She felt a little strange in her heart. Why did the Yunguo Village feel a little low in temperature?

It was sunny at the end of March, although it was in the mountains, there were no trees around to block the sun, so it should be quite warm.

When she first came, she didn't feel cold either. It's already half afternoon now, but she feels cold instead.

I can't figure it out, but she didn't care too much.

...

Yan Shu raised his hand and gently pushed Wanwan: "Wanwan, what are you looking at?"

Wanwan suddenly came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "Nothing, the others are back."

Yan Shu looked back and saw Song Yuanxin walking a little in front of him. He had no expression or reaction. When his eyes moved to Mo Zexu behind him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he stood up from the steps, and said softly.

"Brother Yan Shu, what did you say just now?" Wanwan didn't hear it clearly and looked back at him and asked.

"Nothing." Yan Shu retracted her gaze, "Don't you want to weave a garland? Let's pick some flowers and plants."

Wanwan was immediately distracted, and after talking to Xia Zhihuai, she ran away with Yan Shu.

As for the female ghost who followed the strange sister, Wanwan didn't think about whether to help for a while.

Mainly, she could feel that her brother hated that sister very much.

Besides, the ghost aunt had no evil power, which means she had never harmed anyone before.

But she died unjustly, so she was reluctant to reincarnate.

If that ghost aunt does not go to the underworld to report, she will soon turn into a traitor who has lost her mind.

Generally speaking, ghosts who still retain a little rationality will not intrude into irrelevant people casually.

Now that this fierce ghost is going to follow people, it means that he must have offended her by accident.

If you don't apologize, you probably won't be able to do anything good.

It’s better to wait until I talk to my brother in the evening and listen to his opinions.

...

Xia Zhihuai pulled Mo Zexu to the side, hit him with his elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Did you have a fight with Song Yuanxin?"

Mo Zexu rubbed his forehead: "No, it's just a little controversial."

"Your condition is not like what you said, it's just a little controversial..." Xia Zhihuai pressed the radio equipment with his hands and blinked, "Tell me, let me hear how she harmed you."

Mo Zexu stepped on him: "You are gloating!"

"That's not, you don't know... how angry I was when she first entered the Star."

Mo Zexu glanced at Song Yuanxin indifferently and said in a shallow voice: "She is the young lady. When she was assigned tasks in the afternoon, she refused to do this and didn't want to do that. She just stood aside and watched. Those who knew thought she was here to record the program, and those who didn't know thought she was here to inspect the people's sentiments. She didn't want to do anything, but she came to record any program. She squatted at home, and had people to serve her food, drink, defecation, and sleep. Why bother to come out and disgusting people?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at Mo Zexu deeply, and he felt that Mo Zexu was much more cruel than him.

"You didn't say that in front of her, did you?" Xia Zhihuai asked more.

Mo Zexu collapsed his face: "I look like a stupid guy?"

Xia Zhihuai: "You are quite self-aware."

Mo Zexu poked him with his elbow and gritted his teeth and said, "Get out of here, you will take advantage of me every day."

"I didn't say that badly in front of her, but that's what it means. After saying that, she was unhappy, and then she just stood aside and sneered at me. I was too lazy to argue with her and lose face."

Mo Zexu put the bamboo basket on the ground and snorted coldly: "It's a bad luck to split her into groups for eight lifetimes."

Xia Zhihuai patted his shoulder sympathetically: "You should do it yourself. Song Yuanxin is very capable. Although I don't have much contact with her, I have heard of many things in the past. There is a Gong Tingyan and the Song family behind him, who is a master who is not afraid of anything."

Mo Zexu said disdainfully: "It's not an eighteenth line if you have a background."

Xia Zhihuai was immediately happy: "It's right, Miss Eighteenth Line."

...

After everyone met, Mao Yanping took a look at Wanwan who was standing in the front row, with a meaningful look, and then turned around and took a box from the assistant next to him.

“Now, we are going to start doing something very important.”

Wanwan put her backpack in front of her, ready to show her gains.

Mao Yanping placed the box on the open space in front of him: "Please hand in electronic products, snacks and toys, and we will return the items to you after the recording of this program."

Wanwan frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Mao Yanping's eyes turned around the child and finally pointed at Wanwan: "Then let's start with... Wanwan."

Wanwan grabbed the bamboo basket, tried hard to open her eyes, and said seriously: "I don't have one."

Mao Yanping smiled jokingly and said, "Everyone in the whole country knows that you just hid a cheese stick, right in your left pocket."

Wanwan reached into her pocket with both hands, then turned out Dudu’s pocket: “It’s empty, you can see it yourself.”

Xia Zhihuai stood behind and laughed loudly.

Finally, he was no longer alone and troubled by Wanwan's pocket.

Mao Yanping's eyebrows pounded and asked, "Did you just eat it?"

Wanwan didn't nod or shake her head, but just smiled shyly.

Nodded and admitted that she was hiding something.

I didn't nod because she didn't eat it just now.

So…silence is the best answer.

When you are embarrassed, you have to laugh, my brother said.

Xia Zhihuai pushed the suitcase beside him into the open space, looked at Mao Yanping and raised his eyebrows and said, "My sister is very good at hiding things. Even I can't find a place where she hides things, you should give up."

Mao Yanping said depressedly: "I was found hiding snacks, but I have to accept punishment."

Wanwan thought about it, reached into her pocket and dug it out, took out a cheese stick, and put it in a large box.

Mao Yanping: "???"

Xia Zhihuai raised his eyebrows: "What else?"

Wanwan stared at Xia Zhihuai with great grudges.

I don’t understand why he wants to expose himself. Is it a sense of accomplishment to undermine the situation?

Now people all over the country know that she has a cheese stick hidden, but they don’t know that she has something else hidden, so she can still eat it secretly.

With Xia Zhihuai's smile, Wanwan slowly put her hands in her pocket and took out... one bag, two bags, three bags... six bags of small biscuits.

The expressions of everyone around him gradually turned from funny at the beginning to a consistent shock.

Yan Shu also stared at Wanwan's Doudou and asked in a low voice: "Wanwan, are you a fat blue?"

Wanwan stared at the small biscuits in the box, full of sadness. After holding back and looking away, Sheng replied with no hope: "No."

"Then why is your Doudou so capable?" Yan Shu was shocked.

Six bags of cookies are bulging everywhere.

Why didn't he realize that Wanwan actually had so many snacks on her body?

Wanwan replied seriously: "Because I am a little fairy."

Mo Zexu burst out laughing, and the others couldn't help laughing.

Dian Dian quietly touched Wanwan's round belly through her coat and asked in a low voice: "Wanwan, do you hide your snacks in your clothes?"

Wanwan explained: "I'm hiding it in my stomach."

There is space in her belly, which she has existed since she possesses her intelligence.

"So that's it."

Diandian slowly withdrew his hand, thinking that he could learn Wanwan next time, or ask his brother to sew more pockets in her clothes after he went back, so that he could hold a lot of things like Wanwan.

She glanced at Wanwan's belly again and sighed in a low voice: "Wanwan, your belly is so bulging, like a little watermelon."

Wanwan touched her stomach, shook her head and retorted: "My stomach is not bulging, it doesn't look like a watermelon."

She lowered her head and touched her belly, feeling very good.

She is still a very slim little fairy.

Xia Zhihuai handed over Wanwan's tablet, handed over her phone and tablet, and rubbed her belly: "If your watermelon belly is not called round and bulge, then what is round and bulge?"

Wanwan held her belly with both hands, with a cold face.

"No, brother, your stomach is just bulging. I'm just as full as mine." Wanwan retorted.

Everyone is the same, why should I talk about her?
Chapter completed!