A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

"Ah! Parallel imports are bad! Si Zhe fainted."

Sikong Yan's voice echoed in the valley

When they heard that Si Zhe had fainted, both of them stopped arguing and ran over to watch. Shui Jinglian quickly took out the life-extending water and poured it into Si Zhe's mouth. Then she put her hand on his pulse. He shrank back in fear and looked at Si Kong Yan with a pale face.

Sikong Yan also showed panic on his face and asked, "What happened? What happened to Sizhe? Why did he faint?"

Shui Qinglian took out a silver needle and was about to stab him. Sikong Yan held Si Zhe and moved away: "You haven't answered me yet, what happened to him?"

Shui Qinglian whispered, "His pulse has stopped beating! Let me wake him up!"

"What?" Wasn't he faking fainting? How could he pass out? Sikong Yan was shocked: "It was fine, how could it be..." Sikong Yan stared at Shui Qinglian fiercely: "I told you to stop quarreling, but you insisted on quarreling! I said you were hungry, but you still quarreled! Look now, I'm so angry that I'm dying, Si Zhe is dead! I won't live anymore!"

Shui Qinglian hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Sikong Zhuzhi, why are you saying such discouraging things? It's not like the chicken is beyond saving!" He turned to the little girl and said, "What's your name? The medicine furnace is in the car, go and move it down to make chicken soup!" "It can't be eaten even if it's roasted in this state.

"Huolong Fruit!" The little girl said the name without saying anything else, and climbed into the carriage to find a stove to cook chicken soup.

The little fox burrowed into Si Zhe's arms, seeming to be very sad. The crow kept digging at the snow nearby, seeming to vent its anger!

Shui Qinglian held up the needle and asked, "Well, do you want to get the injection?"

Si Zhe said in his heart: Don't prick me, don't prick me! Don't prick me randomly, can't you just let me lie down for a while? Besides, your needle prick is useless, why don't you hurry up and follow your wife to make chicken soup.

Sizhe squeezed Sikong Yan's hand. Sikong Yan was relieved. It turned out that his brother was pretending. But he didn't understand, brother, why didn't you have a pulse just now? And why did the water goods say that he was dead? According to the time limit, now is not the time to think about this question.

"Why are you piercing him? Don't you think there are enough holes on his body? Let him have a good rest!"

"If we don't wake him up, how are we going to drink the chicken soup later?"

"I'll feed him, okay?" Sikong Yan said unhappily.

"Okay!" Anyway, I've taken the life-extending water, so it's the same if I get a shot later. He turned around to help cook the chicken soup. The fire dragon fruit surprised him. Just when he was talking, he had plucked all the feathers of four pheasants, and they stood in the cold wind shivering, but they didn't leave.

"You, so soon... do you need help?"

"No, just borrow your knife!"

Shui Qinglian handed him the knife. He took it and slashed at the stomachs of the four naked chickens lined up in the cold wind.

The four chickens fell down with their legs up in the air, their stomachs ripped open by him. He reached in and pulled out the internal organs, throwing them to the side of the road. Then he took the four gutted chickens to a pile of snow and inserted them into it to scrub them.

The bloody chicken just now turned snow-white after he scrubbed it. He turned his head and said to Shui Qinglian, "That flower, help me fill half of the medicine furnace with clean snow and put it on the fire to cook!"

"Okay!" He didn't care anymore. He listened to his wife and took the tripod to the branches to collect snow, because only the snow on the evergreen pine branches was the cleanest.

Huolongguo is so happy. I didn't expect that this guy sounds so cute when he talks...

Haogu bought the best clothes and headdresses to dress the girl who looked like Lanmei as a child from a rich family. Which child is not vain? The little girl was immediately bought by this cold and beautiful sister. If she was well fed and well fed, she would not miss home.

Along the way, the good girl lied to him, saying that she would take him to travel around the world and eat all the delicacies in the world. The little girl was very happy to hear that. She followed his arrangements in everything, as long as she had food, shelter and enjoyment.

Today, the little girl ate braised pork knuckles in a restaurant, which she had never eaten before. She happily asked, "Sister, what is this dish?"

"Braised pork knuckle." The good aunt picked up another one for her. The little girl happily shook her head and wagged her tail, "Thank you, sister!"

"From now on, we have to change our names." Haogu tried to test his reaction.

As long as he has food, drinks and fun, he wouldn't care even if you sold him.

"Sister, call me whatever you want?"

"Yes!" Haogu nodded with satisfaction. "From tonight onwards, you can call Lan'er! Be good and remember the name Lan'er!" Haogu even patiently took a pen and taught him how to write his name...

"Okay, I'll call you Lan!"

The paper only read: My name is Lan Mei, I am six years old. I used to live in the palace...

Si Zhe was lying in Si Kong Yan's arms when he suddenly smelled the aroma of meat. He took a deep breath.

"smell good!"

Sikong Yan quickly covered his mouth! Sincerity reveals one's true nature!

Shui Qinglian nodded when she heard the voice and said, "Well, it does smell nice, I wonder how it tastes?"

Suddenly, I realized something was wrong. The voice that just spoke seemed to be Xiao Sizhe's. I quickly turned my head to look. I saw Sikong Yan licking his lips and asked, "Can I eat now? My stomach is growling."

Shui Qinglian blinked and swallowed, "I don't know, I should ask her!"

"Well, go ahead and ask!"

"Hey Guo, is this chicken soup ready to eat?" Shui Qinglian asked, swallowing her saliva.

Huo Longli nodded happily: "Alright, alright, hurry up and get the bowl!"

Shui Qinglian opened her eyes wide and looked around for the bowl, but there was no trace of even a bowl?

"It would be nice to have a bowl." Shui Qinglian said disappointedly.

"Ah? How can I eat without a bowl? This soup is the best. It will make you feel warm all over after eating it!" Huolongguo sighed deeply. Should he eat it with his hands?

Si Zhe lay in Si Kong Ma's arms, opened his eyes and said, "Isn't there a stone pestle and medicine pot?"

Shui Qinglian was reminded and said quickly: "Oh, yes, there is a stone pestle and a medicine pot... eh?" He turned his head and looked at Sikong Yan: "Who was talking just now?"

Sikong Dang blinked: "You!"

"No, who thought of the stone pestle and medicine pot just now?" He looked at Sizhe in Sikong Yan's arms in confusion.

"I proposed it!" Sikong Yan said.

"No, I clearly heard it was Sizhe who said that just now?" Shui Qinglian walked over step by step.

"Oh my, the smuggler's stomach is flat, why don't you make some chicken soup quickly?"

Huo Long Guo also urged: "That flower, quickly bring the medicine pot, this chicken will not taste good if it is too dry!"

"Oh! Here I come!" Shui Qinglian immediately turned around and ran to the carriage. When she came out with the medicine pot and the stone pestle, she was stunned: Strange? Why did he call me the flower, and I followed his instructions to get the things!

Huo Long Guo saw him standing at the car door in a daze and urged him, "Come here, flower! The chicken soup needs to be hot in this cold weather!"