I heard too horrifying

Author: Ming Weiwei

I heard too horrifying

She was looked at the eyes of Qin Tang and Qi Ru Shuang, and Jing Hong "cracked": "What do I say, I said, the two of you were squatting in the courtyard last night and did not see it for one night.

I can still know what Liu Xu Bai thinks can't think? "

but--

He vaguely visited Shuan.

Liu Xubai actually made this way, that's really a bit wrong.

In the past six hundred years, Liu Xu has become famous. At the same time as his reputation, he has been far from his deeds with his deeds to save the world.

In addition, Mingyue, which is a bit like Shuo Nong, is raised in the temple. There are many people in the world. There are many people who deliberately find people who are similar to Shunan.

People like Shuan, but Liu Xubai has always been out of the temple, and Jing Hong has never seen him as bad as he had in the mouth of Qin Tang.

"Suspie Su ..."

He murmured softly, maybe Qin Tang guessed right. Liu Xubai might really find something, telling him that he regards Su Shi, regardless of his disregard.

Jinghong's sight moved to the left, just hitting the Shuan's sight.

She added too much pepper to face, and her lips were spicy red, but except for her lips, she had no other response, and she would never consciously inhale the spicy taste in her mouth.

Nothing was wrinkled, calm, as if a bowl of red noodles that were tuned by her, no different from the pastry on her left hand.

Su did not hesitate to take the tea handed in Yan Changan. His eyes were slightly curved, his smiles emerged, and with a little jokes, he raised the tea cup to Jing Hongyao. Yan Changan also turned back with her movement.

Jing Hong subconsciously avoided the eyes of his two, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He couldn't tell why. He obviously did not hesitate to do anything, but he saw the shadow of Shuong from her eyes.

Perhaps, Liu Xubai is not a magic.

He really saw Schongan.

There are too many doubts about this, and it is too appalling.

It is impossible to exist between the world and the earth if you return to the soul or die.

Jing Hong thought, he needed to confirm himself.

Shu Nong pursed his slightly red and swollen lips, and poured himself a bite of herbal tea, which sighed with satisfaction: "Eat spicy and comfortable."

Although she is not able to eat other flavors except the spicy taste, she is not human now after all? She can also have a spicy flavor to be tasted by her, she is very satisfied!

She squeezed a piece of pastry with a piece of pasta, stuffed a piece in Yan Changan, and asked him with a chin and asked him: "You eat a piece, what taste it tastes?"

Yan Changan glanced at her, bowed her head to bite the green green pastry.

"Sweet." He said truthfully.

"Ah?" Shu Nong was disappointed for a moment, and picked up another white pastry like a bending moon and handed it to Yan Changan. "What about this piece?"

Yan Changan ate again, silent for a moment: "... There is no difference."

He glanced at the last yellow and white pastry of Shuan's hand, guessing that the last estimate was the same sweetness.

These three types of Shunong are all safe cakes under the mountain. There is no difference in taste. The vendor is probably just thinking about making a few more tricks to attract guests. I did not expect that she would misunderstand that the taste was different.

Fortunately, she did not continue to let him taste the third taste, but chewed the green cakes in his hand without a sip, muttering: "Why do you make three looks?"

"It's all like this now." Yan Changan explained a lot of mouthful. If Jinghong usually raised his hand to set up the next enchantment of sound insulation. "Many things are all beautiful to attract guests. Sometimes the taste becomes the most important."

"Ah-" Shu Nong suddenly realized, "I understand, after all, there are guests to have money, who will not live with money."

She floated with a frightened red noodle soup with a pastry dipped in the pastry bowl. She saw Yan Changan's temples jumping sharply.

"Is there no spicy pastry at the mountain?"

Yan Changan frowned slightly: "Where can there be spicy pastry, unless it is done by itself-"

Without the voice of his words, he saw that Shuan's eyes were on, and his eyes were bright.

Yan Changan put down his chopsticks and decided to dispel her thoughts: "... I won't, don't think about it."

The noodle soup in his bowl and the Shuan bowl is insightful, a soup clearance, a spicy nose, and the tip of the nose of Yan Changan. In addition to the fragrance of his own bowl of noodles, from time to time, there is a spicy taste that belongs to Schong.

Here, he gave him an illusion of eating peppers.

"This is so." Shu Nong was sorry, "Unfortunately, I haven't made much meals, otherwise I still go down the mountain for the store to do it, and the taste will be better."

No, Yan Changxin said, no matter how good the craftsmanship of the shop under the mountain, I am afraid that she has never made a spicy pastry, not to mention her requirements for spicyness are not low.

Do Jianling like to eat spicy food?

He remembers the Shu family in Yuanzhou, and the dietary habits there seem to be spicy.

He watched Shuan soaked in red oil, and hardly tasted the pasta that was originally flavored to send the entrance, and suddenly tentatively spoke: "Can't taste other taste?"

Shu Nong's movement was slightly paused, licked the slightly red and swollen lips, and did not plan to hide it to Yan Changan. He laughed: "Almost, sweet and sour, spicy taste is easier for me to taste it."

Although for the spicy taste, it cannot be said that it is a normal sense of taste, but it is much better than other sweet and sour and salty, which is much better than other sour and sweet and salty, and it is enough to make her content.

"It seems that I forgot to tell you at the beginning." She lowered her eyebrows pitifully, and she didn't even eat the cake in my hand.

She lowered her head, dying, put the rest of the cakes that were not contaminated with red oil back into the plate, and pulled her eyebrows and sadly, while secretly opened her eyelids to observe Yan Changan's look.

Yan Changan looked at her small movement, and her throat moved slightly. She just opened her mouth, and Shurong reached out to put the pastries in the plate one by one.

Yan Chang quietly looked at her to look like this, her eyebrows were dyed with a little smile, and she sighed unsatisfactoryly, quite helpless: "I can try it."

Schongan changed his face for a moment, smiled like flowers, and brought the paladium with the plate to Yan Changan: "Really?! Then this will be given to you, so that you can study the practice."

"Sure enough." She said with a smile, "I didn't pick the wrong person, I didn't read the wrong person."
Chapter completed!