Mu Wanqing thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, I can marry him too!"
Lu Junying just thought that Mu Wanqing was talking nonsense, and thought that while going down the mountain to do the task, he could eat as much delicious food as he could, otherwise he would have to be asked to go without food again when he returned to Canglan Sword Sect. He was used to three meals and two meals a day.
He couldn't stand it after more than ten years.
Lu Junying pulled off a chicken leg, took a big bite, chewed it twice and then spat it out, "Bah, bah, bah, this chicken is not even cooked."
The remaining plates of pork, fish, and tofu were all eaten by Lu Junying. Without exception, they were all half-cooked and half-cooked. "This dish is not fully cooked. Could it be that the young master of the Qian family cooked it himself?"
Can’t you call a cook?”
Mu Wanqing pointed to the sky outside the house, "It's the second watch. Have you seen a few rich people in ancient times who had late-night snacks at ninety o'clock? They lived a life of sunrise and sunset, not the modern 996 and 007
.At this point, it’s time to take a rest.”
Lu Junying picked up the chopsticks and casually opened the rice and saw that it was half-cooked, so she gave up the idea of having dinner. The flame in her hand appeared and went out again.
"Playing with fire will make you wet the bed." Mu Wanqing explained seriously.
"That's all a lie."
The two of them were chatting wordlessly, both feeling a little tired. Suddenly, a gust of cool breeze blew through, and there was a maid standing outside the door. The maid had her head lowered, with a bright red peony on her head, and her too-long sleeves covered her face.
Hold your hands.
Before the two of them could react, the maid slipped out two sharp kitchen knives from her sleeves and slashed at them mercilessly.
"Mom! Sister, you are too cruel. Can't you just talk to me if you have something to say? Why do you need to do something as soon as we meet?" Lu Junying dragged Mu Wanqing and hid outside the house.
Lu Junying hid in the courtyard and was able to show off her skills. She drew her sword and defended continuously, "Sister, calm down. Is there any misunderstanding? If you have anything to say, please speak up. Swords have no eyes!"
The woman turned a deaf ear to Lu Junying's words and struck out fiercely, all of them slashing at the vital parts.
"This guy obviously wants my life!"
"Tang!" Under the control of Mu Wanqing, the trees in the courtyard stretched out canes and wrapped them around the woman's waist and arms, preventing her from moving. "This person seems to be controlled."
Lu Junying was sure that the woman in front of her was controlled by Mu Wanqing, and took a few steps forward. Just as he was about to touch her, the woman who had been wearing a red flower suddenly raised her head. Her entire face was covered with white powder, and her cheeks were evenly smeared.
Blush looks funny and scary.
Lu Junying was so frightened that he took two steps back.
In the past, I followed other disciples in the sect and eliminated many monsters that were more than half a realm higher than myself. I was never timid, but today I was frightened several times.
"I remembered, it was the clothes." From the moment he saw this woman, Mu Wanqing always felt that something was awkward. "The skirt of the clothes is to the left, and there is no tie."
"Dead man." Lu Junying pinched the woman's chin and reached the tip of her nose with her index finger. Sure enough, there was no breath.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally and the cries of drama rang out, and the entangled woman began to go crazy. She turned the two kitchen knives in her hands flexibly and cut off the vines that entangled herself.
Mu Wanqing stood on tiptoe and used her strength to retreat, leaving the troublesome female body to Lu Junying to deal with, while he began to look for the source of the drama.
She had seen people using flutes to control corpses in novels in the past. For example, a certain ancestor had also heard Japanese music that used the sound of the piano to control people to achieve the purpose of killing people. This was the first time she had seen people using opera to control walking corpses.
The sound should be nearby.
In the kitchen, the east courtyard, the stone bridge, and the bamboo forest, Mu Wanqing was always one step away from seeing the opera singer, but the opera singer could disappear in the same place a second before she arrived.
Realizing that he was getting further and further away from Lu Junying's location, and worried about being plotted against, Mu Wanqing immediately turned around and hurried back.
The masked man standing on the bamboo forest sounded a little disappointed, "It's a pity, it was so close..."
"Good sister, your sword skills are really good! Did you learn it from Sister Bao'er?" Mu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Lu Junying still had the energy to joke with the dead body.
"Get out of the way." Seeing Lu Junying blocking Sister Hua's attack with her sword while staring behind her, Mu Wanqing cat lowered her waist and a ball of fire flew over her head, almost burning her hair.
The smell of burning wafted into his nose. Mu Wanqing turned sideways and saw the man holding a long stick struggling in the fire for a few seconds before he picked up the stick and struck at him.
The wooden stick stopped less than five centimeters from his face, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
"fire!"
"Understood!" Lu Junying released flames with both hands and grabbed Sister Hua's wrist tightly. The flames burned along the fabric on her arms and burned her body.
Seeing the fire getting bigger, Lu Junying let go and retreated.
Two burnt corpses fell to the ground, but the sound of the opera did not stop. Lu Junying wanted to take a look, but Mu Wanqing stopped him, "Leave him alone and let him sing. If he sings enough, he will not die from exhaustion."
Mu Wanqing gathered a crucian carp at some point and cut it open in front of the two corpses. He also cut off a branch and roasted it with Lu Junying's fire spirit root. Not to mention, it was really fragrant.
"Put your hands lower and control the heat, it's too big."
"Hey, let me tell you, I am a fire spirit root, not a barbecue grill." Lu Junying lowered his palm five centimeters, and the spiritual fire on his palm became smaller.
"Oh! It's almost done! Mmm, it smells so good! Add some cumin and pepper." Mu Wanqing turned over the grilled fish in his hand and took out the seasonings he had hidden in his waist for a long time.
"Are we going too far in this way?"
"Human? I'm afraid the person opposite is not a human being. Controlling corpses and killing people, making people unable to live in peace even after death, without fear of retribution for damaging one's moral character, doesn't seem like something a human being would do."
"Then are we going too far to deceive ghosts?"
"Let's go to sleep (I guess)." Mu Wanqing saw that the fish was browned, so he blew it a few times and took a big bite.
Seeing how delicious she was eating, Lu Junying swallowed unconsciously, "You didn't even prepare one for me."
"I have only just established the foundation, and I need to replenish my energy. You are almost at the golden elixir level, and you will starve to death."
"You won't die from hunger, but you will be greedy!"
The opera singer forced himself to sing for more than an hour until the chicken crow stopped hearing the sound. Mu Wanqing's heart, which had been worrying for a long time, finally relaxed.
To be honest, she was really not sure that the enemy would not drive other corpses or use other tricks, but when the enemy was in the dark and we were clear, she could only wait for the other party to be unable to help but make the first move.
Fortunately, she won the bet, and she would bring the two corpses to Mrs. Qian at noon. Now, of course, she would go back to the house and take a nap.
"How?" Mu Wanqing saw Mrs. Qian's pupils widened and her whole body began to tremble, so she determined that the two dead bodies were related to the Qian Mansion.
Cuizhu, the personal maid, stepped forward and used her body to block Mrs. Qian's move of leaning back, "Madam...be careful."
Mrs. Qian stabilized her body, took two deep breaths to calm down, and then took out the tray she knew: "This woman used to be my personal maid Honghua. Once when she returned to her hometown, she encountered a gangster and was unfortunately killed.
