muttering softly, "Not good", Sima Ling turned around, hit the kitchen with his hind limbs, and immediately jumped off the ground.

However, the little worker who had broken the pottery plate by mistake also reacted, and shouted, "Where did the wild cat come from!" and picked up the broom on one side and was about to hit Sima Ling.

Sima Ling's transformation into this group of cats, although it looks like a colored porcelain beckoning cat, I really can't see the smart appearance of many cats, but the small size is a big advantage in jumping and moving between the kitchen stoves. At this moment, several kitchen workers were attracted to it, but there was a kitchen case blocking it, but it became an excellent arm for Sima Ling to escape, a cat rolled to avoid the sweeping broom, and then turned upwards in the air, letting go of a dustpan that flew in.

Sima Ling's heart was not good, and when he didn't know which direction to retreat, the kitchen worker who was in the front suddenly pounced forward and fell to the ground. When he turned around, he saw a half-grown boy, dressed in a scholar's costume, slamming on him, his hands clenched around his waist and refusing to let go.

These kitchen workers were also anxious when they were bumped into the little dumb, and scolded indiscriminately: "Where did you come from, wild boy, let go, let go of me!"

Behind him, a few helpers hurriedly hurried up a few steps to help their companions pull away and hug the little mute who didn't let go. However, this quiet young man who looked thin and weak grabbed the other party's waist tightly, and his ten fingers were tightly clasped together, as if he had been poured iron juice.

The little mute refused to let go, and these little cooks were also anxious, scolding while not doing anything in their mouths, and slamming their fists at the same time.

These small workers who help the kitchen in the Wang's guest house, although they are not considered to be chefs, can carry water and vegetables every day, burn fires and carry firewood, and even help the chef kill pigs and sheep on such festive days, and their strength is not small. This punch is smashed, don't say that the little dumb, it is a young man who is a ding, and he will be sullen after eating.

However, the little mute's thin body only trembled, his face became paler, and his hands tightened a little.

He didn't let go like this, and the anger of the few kitchen workers couldn't help but be stronger, and they were still waiting to come up and be ruthless, but when they heard the "meow" next to him, a shadow rushed to his head!

I only heard a few "bang" and "bang" sounds, and a few small cooks under the stove had already fallen to the ground, lying down and unable to stretch out. The little mute was still holding the waist of the fainting little worker, and looked in a daze at the ball cat with a matte metal finish and almost like a moving porcelain puppet standing in front of him.

The dumpling cat stretched out its front paws, patted the little mute on the cheek, and still urged in Sima Ling's voice: "Hey, hey, are you okay little dumb? We can't stay in this back kitchen, we have to leave quickly! I see that the small door on the west side also leads to the outside, let's strategically transfer from there first!"

The little mute had just been hit a few times by the little cooks under the stove, and his brain was a little unclear. At this time, he was slapped on the face by Sima Ling a few times, and he was a little sober.

He looked at the dumpling cat in front of him in a daze, and then remembered that this was the change of the girl with a bun who took him in. Sima Ling stretched out his fluffy, soft front paws with meat pads, and touched his face again, but the tone in his mouth was not to be refuted by a dumb person: "So this kind of class and sexist world is annoying, and Uncle is so turtle hairy when he preaches!

In Sima Ling's mind, the center of this day was on the wedding banquet hall of the Wang family's guest house, and the central role was still the lady Diyi that his uncle was trying to deal with. It's not a big deal under the stove, wait for a while, my own uncle will fight the law, and under a chaotic battle, who else cares? It's just to hide away, and wait for Wei Ye to return after the chaos is over.

Having made up her mind, Sima Ling jumped off the back of the kitchen worker who had been knocked unconscious by her, and she didn't care to look around, and in the direction she had just identified, her front paws fell, her hind legs lifted, and she trotted up with an authentic catwalk. The little mute followed her closely and ran towards the small door on the west side wall.

Such an inconsequential episode that even the head of the chef who stepped out of this open-air stove and greedily watched the half-headed trick illusion didn't pay any attention. The head of the chef only tilted his head slightly, and shouted: "Sun Rui, Lin Jian, you boys, keep an eye on the stove! Be careful not to be stolen by wild cats!" He turned his head away, and then looked at the tricks and illusions of begging for hu'er's coal-chewing and flame-breathing tricks.

Wei Ye sat on the top of the guest hall, holding a glass in one hand, and there was a slight residue of wine in the cup, but no one came to persuade him to drink. Most of the distinguished guests in this hall have been counted upwards from the age of confusion, and there are no feasts and nights of singing on weekdays. In this era when the food supply rate is not high, even the white and turbid rice wine that the Wang family will come out to entertain guests is a luxury that is not easy to obtain, and naturally the princes here have no experience in the "alcohol" test.

As for pouring a certain Luoyangzi wine - everyone is not stupid, although they are just a passing official, not in charge, but this Luoyangzi cup is dry as soon as it arrives, so do you do it or not?

And the immortal warlock's mind was indeed not on the wine at the moment, and all he could see was that the half-headed head was holding a burning coal, which he put in his mouth from time to time and chewed, and then spewed out a pillar of fire.

Swallowing charcoal and spitting fire, this kind of illusion trick was first used by the ancient witch priests to bluff people, and later it was used by the warlocks who went to the rivers and lakes to cheat food, drink, money and sex, and finally became a must-have program in the circus and juggling team. However, the layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway, this self-named "Hundred and Eight Troubles" Toutuo seems to be just playing a shallow juggling trick, but in Wei Ye's eyes, he saw countless small sparks, and gradually fixed his position according to the direction of the long-handled incense burner in the hand of Fang Cai Toutuo.

This is where the magic of the fire world mantra of the immovable Ming King lies, burning incense to purify the world, and then using the fire offering to set up the Esoteric Protector Dharma, so that on this wedding banquet, it will be transformed into a fire world mantra mandala array with the immovable Ming King as the deity.

However, in Wei Ye's opinion, this heavy immovable Venerable King Fire Realm mantra demon exorcism mandala array was also purely redundant. Even if a party with such a revered status as Mrs. Diyi respects the gods, as long as she does not take off the yin essence, then the supernatural power can only be seen at night. At that time, the guests in front of this hall are almost gone, and who is guarding this heavy immovable Venerable King Fire Realm Mantra Demon Exorcism Mandala Array?