Help, I accidentally picked up the beast

Naturally, Mi Xiaoxiao fell asleep not so quickly. Hearing Hua Ci's instructions, he couldn't tell what was strange. It seemed that he was also the half master of this management office.

He lay there, his eyes chattering for a while, and then he thought, this bedroom is not big, with a clear view, and there is no second bed.

So here comes the question, where does Huaci want to sleep?

Like worrying about her old father, Mi Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at Huaci, and was about to ask a question when she was a little dumbfounded.

Under the dark night, the man was dressed in black and sat quietly on the rattan chair, his eyes were slightly closed, his broken hair fell down and gathered into small pieces of shadows, his thin body was straight and tall, his fingertips were crossed, and he slung lazily in front of him, Even the protruding bones have an unreal beauty.

I have to say, this is really a beautiful man, unique, at least among the people Mi Xiaoxiao has met, Huaci is uniquely good-looking.

However, it wasn't his appearance that made Mi Xiaoxiao stupid. Mi Xiaoxiao just thought again, would Hua Ci have to sit here all night?

This gesture is like guarding him.

In fact, he can go home and sleep, anyway, he will go back tomorrow morning, so he can't stay here forever.

Mi Xiaoxiao wanted to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, but she was afraid that Hua Ci would be disturbed, and in a dilemma, she gradually fell asleep.

Ever since the little lamb disappeared, Mi Xiaoxiao has been suffering from endless insomnia. He has been relying on sleeping pills to sleep for the past few days, so he didn't need to take medicine tonight, which is somewhat unexpected.

Early the next morning, when Mi Xiaoxiao opened his eyes, the rattan chair was empty.

Hua Ci was invited by Yan Luo Wang to discuss matters. He lost his temper for a long time, and now he can see Mi Xiaoxiao again.

It's still the same sentence, always give Yan Luo Wang a little bit of a face.

There was only Lan Fu standing beside the bed, and Lan Fu smiled slightly, "Xiaoxiao, how did you sleep?"

Mi Xiaoxiao was flattered, especially when he saw the water basin in Lan Fu's hand, he suddenly remembered the scene of waiting for the son in an ancient costume drama, and immediately got up and got out of bed.

He took the basin with both hands, and responded with a reddish smile on his face, "Lan Zuo Shi early, I slept... pretty well." He wanted to say that he slept really well last night, and he had no dreams until dawn. But I am afraid of using exaggerated words and making people laugh.

Lan Fu stood aside and watched him wash, and thoughtfully handed over the towel and said, "The Holy King has explained that in two days, you can leave your soul and come to the underworld at will."

Mi Xiaoxiao wanted to ask why it was two days later, but Lan Fu seemed to understand his thoughts, and explained: "Your lifespan will normally end in two days, so the contract will only take effect after that time. .”

Those who walk in the shadows form a pact with the underworld invisibly. If they come early, they will be judged as illegal trespassers and will be shaken out by the barrier.

Mi Xiaoxiao came with Huaci this trip, so she was fine.

Mi Xiaoxiao thought of the life extension method, and became curious again, so she quietly asked Lan Fu, "Lan Zuoshi, do you know how to operate the life extension technique?"

Lan Fu laughed dryly, "I don't know, just ask Shengjun when the time comes." He didn't dare to say.

Mi Xiaoxiao was a little disappointed. After washing up, he heard Yulaiwuhui crying outside the door, howling loudly, "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, my heart hurts so much!"

Lan Fu: "..."

Mi Xiaoxiao: "..."

Lan Fu could only smile again and explain to Mi Xiaoxiao, "When the Holy King is not at home, they are all running wild like wild dogs. They have no rules, so don't blame them."

In fact, it's no wonder that the little ghost heads have opinions on the food. Everyone's lifespan is over, and some of them don't want to enter the reincarnation or are excellent, so they will stay and assign positions.

But there is one thing, a ghost is a ghost, and after death, they will no longer be able to enjoy the delicacies of the world. After a long time, the big guy will naturally be greedy.

Mi Xiaoxiao thought that he didn't eat anyway, so he volunteered to stay and make breakfast for everyone.

Hearing the rumors, he immediately stopped crying, waved his hands over to his colleagues, patted his chest and said, "Brothers, our good days are coming, the food cooked by Xiaoxiao is quite delicious." He swallowed hard.

The brothers who have been out of their mouths for a few years, they don't believe that there is no return, they rubbed their hands together and said: "Although the little mortal is a distinguished guest brought back by the Holy King, but cooking may not be delicious. go."

There is a reason why he said this. The food in the underworld is not good. One is because the chef is fooling him, and the other is because the ingredients are not good.

It may be that those ingredients are not exposed to sunlight all day long, so the taste is surprisingly bland. Eggplants are not like eggplants, and sweet potatoes are not like sweet potatoes, neither salty nor bland, no matter how much seasoning is added.

A bunch of people gathered there, beeping and chattering, mocking non-stop, and arguing after a while.

Lan Fu didn't bother to talk to them, and followed Mi Xiaoxiao to the back kitchen to help the young boy. Mi Xiaoxiao glanced at the kitchen, and there were all the utensils that should be there, even more complete than in the human world.

He opened the refrigerator and saw a stack of bread slices and jam, and was a little surprised: "There are still these?"

Lan Fu nodded, "The ingredients are similar to those in the world, except that the taste is not very satisfying."

"I'll try it first." Mi Xiaoxiao took out the slice of bread, removed the corners, crushed it to the thickness of a piece of paper, brushed it with some jam, and planned to imitate a fruit pie from a fried chicken shop.

Brush the small pan with oil, and apply egg wash on the outside of the bread slices. When the oil temperature rises, it starts to fry.

Lan Fu watched his movements from the side, compared himself, and said to himself, this little mortal is indeed outstanding in craftsmanship, and no one in the underworld knows how to do such tricks.

After making a few plates of fruit pies and pouring milk, Mi Xiaoxiao habitually took out the soul spoon, filled out the fruit pies, stirred the milk to taste the taste, and thought, isn't this very good.

Lan Fu glanced at his spoon, was puzzled, and asked, "What are you?"

Mi Xiaoxiao shook the soul key, shrugged and said, "I don't know, it's my grandfather's family heirloom."

Lan Fu has always been eager to learn, so after taking a few glances, he always felt that the Xiuyu jade on the surface was very heavy to the touch, which seemed unusual.

After seeing the name, he silently wrote it down, and planned to go back to Kunlun Mountain someday. This kind of impressive-looking object will definitely be recorded in the library.

He blushed and had a thick neck after arguing with all the errands, and when he smelled the fragrance, he ran over happily.

"Everyone has worked hard, I don't know if it suits your taste, let's try it first?" The fried fruit pie was crispy and shiny, and the egg liquid was wrapped in a thin layer of skin, golden and golden.

The errands all followed and stared carefully at the food on the plate, with shock that couldn't be concealed in their eyes.

Pushing away from them back and forth, I took a piece with a big thorn, and the pulp exploded as soon as I took a bite. The crispy pie was mixed with refreshing blueberry sauce, which was warm and filled the whole mouth. His expression brightened instantly.

"Ahhhhhh, don't eat it, it's all my master's!" Yulai Wuhui happily drank a sip of milk, and found that today's milk is also particularly delicious, and danced happily.

A few errands who just ranted against them tentatively walked over, snatched a few pieces and put them in their mouths to chew. After a while, everyone started to grab them fiercely.

"Ahahahahaha, it's the taste of the world, the taste of food, master, I haven't tasted it for a long time!"

"Let's go, let's go, and grab your eyeballs!"

Shengjun made a joke casually, and now the little ghosts have all learned it, and "picking eyeballs" once became a new catchphrase in the underworld.

Lan Fu also picked up a piece and tasted it, his eyes were full of suspicion. Just now, when Mi Xiaoxiao didn't touch the food with the soul spoon, he tasted it secretly. tasty.

Lan Fu recalled the first time he met Mi Xiaoxiao at the funeral parlor, Mi Xiaoxiao cooked food that could be eaten by ghosts, he vaguely had the answer, the problem might be the soul key.

He thought to himself, with Mi Xiaoxiao's superb cooking skills, coupled with the help of the soul key, their happy days are indeed coming.

Just as he was about to send Mi Xiaoxiao home, Hua Ci came back.

Shengjun's posture was slack, and he walked very slowly, perhaps a little absent-minded, before leaving the door, he was the one who specially ordered Lan Fu to send Mi Xiaoxiao back.

When Mi Xiaoxiao returned to the mortal realm, Shengjun became bored again. He glanced listlessly at the ghosts and frowned, "What's the fuss?" He said lightly.

When all the ghosts heard the sound, they immediately stood in a row honestly, but they robbed all the fruit pies.

Everyone said in their hearts: It's cold, I forgot to leave it for Shengjun, it seems that they will be punished collectively...

Lan Fu walked a few steps quickly, stood up and saluted, and explained the reason.

Huaci raised his eyebrows, looked sideways at Mi Xiaoxiao, his mood improved a lot in an instant, he approached Mi Xiaoxiao in a few steps, his posture was slightly gentle, and he spoke softly, as if whispering against someone's ear As if to ask: "What breakfast did you make?"

Mi Xiaoxiao was tainted by the man's clear breath, and unconsciously squeezed the key to the soul, "It itch for a while... just..."

"But I haven't eaten yet." Huaci straightened her waist, her condensed face was full of amusement, as if she was teasing a child.

Mi Xiaoxiao was secretly annoyed why he was nervous when he saw this person, he took a deep breath, looked around at the ghosts, and seeing everyone staring at them, his cheeks turned red.

However, although the occasion was inappropriate, what had to be said had to be said.

Mi Xiaoxiao's scalp was tense, her back was stiff, and when she lifted her foot, her head jerked and almost hit Hua Ci's face.

He was afraid of being heard by all the ghosts, so he dared to lean close to Hua Ci's ear, he was not tall enough, and he stepped on his feet to breathe into Hua Ci's ear, and said in a low voice, "I left a separate copy for you in the back kitchen. .”

All the ghosts have some mana, even if Mi Xiaoxiao is a mosquito, they can still hear it.

All the ghosts: There is still one more, I really want to eat it, but I dare not grab it!

After Mi Xiaoxiao finished speaking, he saw the man beside him raised his brows even higher. He seemed to raise his voice on purpose, and asked softly and slowly, "Specially reserved for me?"

"...Yes." Mi Xiaoxiao didn't know what Shengjun was thinking, and was still wondering why he said it so loudly.

"Have you eaten?" Hua Cifu asked again.

As soon as Mi Xiaoxiao shook his head, Huaci stretched out his arms and led him to the back kitchen, saying in a clear voice, "Then come with me."

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All the ghosts: Shengjun, you are a dog!