Qingyan is their god.

For Qingyan, they have always worshipped her as a god.

At this time, Qingyan ran to the back hall to sleep.

It is said that sufficient sleep can maintain beauty and youth, at this moment, although Qingyan is no longer young, but the things that can be beautiful still need to be done.

And before going to bed, she also deliberately ran over to instruct her two sons, saying: These two girls have been waiting for so long, they must be hungry.

After a while, you will go to the kitchen and cook something for the two girls, for only when they are full will they have the strength to wait for them.

If the big man came back and saw the two girls starving in our inn, then we couldn't afford it.

At this moment, in front of the sycamore and the red willow, there is a bowl of freshly cooked noodles.

Although Black Smoke and White Smoke had no interest in the Red Willow of the Wutong River, since their mother had already ordered it, and since their mother wanted to have more face in front of the big man that night, they still hurriedly and obediently went to the kitchen to cook two bowls of noodles and served them to the Red Willow of the Wutong River in person.

They even added a few eggs to the two girls' faces as a sign of respect for the big man.

These two rough brothers are hideous, sloppy and dirty, but although the cooked noodles are not as elegant and pure as those cooked by the master chef in the restaurant, they are also fragrant and attractive.

Even a person who has just eaten and is burping will probably be able to eat a few large bowls of his somen after seeing these clear soup noodles, and there is not even soup left.

However, the sycamore and the red willow did not even have the slightest appetite.

When the two bowls of egg noodles smelling of chopped green onions and sesame oil were brought to them, they didn't even look at them.

They still sat there quietly, their eyes fixed on the door, at the road that led to the distance, looking forward to the return of the swift sword.

Although the two of them were waiting for the knife to come in the direction, the expressions on their faces were completely different.

But no one can say what the difference is.

As they sat in silence and looked into the distance, the brothers seemed to be a little impatient.

The black smoke slammed down on the table, making a whirring and cheering sound, causing the two large bowls full of somen soup to wriggle and dance on the table.

The noodle soup in the bowl almost spilled on the table and splashed on their sleeves, but they didn't care, they just raised their eyebrows suddenly, and said viciously to the sycamore and the red willow: Eat quickly, eat quickly.

The white smoke knocked the table louder, and a pair of broom eyebrows were almost erected, and said: After eating, it's time to leave.

Hongliu hurriedly stepped back, avoiding the soup dripping down from the table, so as not to get drenched on his clothes.

Perhaps it was because she had moved too much when she stood up just now, and accidentally bumped into the table, which made the two big bowls on the table jump even harder, so she quickly lowered her head, as if she was afraid that they would hit her, and trembled and trembled.

And the sycamore is motionless.

Although she didn't move, the soup that had been pouring out of her suddenly changed direction and flowed perpendicular to her.

After the noodle soup was dripping, she raised her head and glanced at the black smoke and white smoke brother obliquely, and then, humming gently, then she picked up the chopsticks, bumped them lightly on the table, and reached into the bowl to copy them.

She picked up the poached egg and sniffed it, her nose couldn't help but wrinkle, that look, that action, as if it was not an egg, but.

Black Smoke frowned, his mouth pursed like a gourd, and said loudly: Why don't you eat it?

Bai Yan's mouth was so high and bigger that he could almost hang an oil gourd on it, and he was almost pulling his throat and shouting, "Isn't it delicious?"

Then, the two said in unison: If it doesn't taste good, just throw it out and feed it to the dog.

Not to be outdone, Sycamore is not to be outdone.

Although she didn't frown or pout, there was some frightening arrogance and horror in her gestures.

She just put the chopsticks in her hand on the big bowl slowly, and then, looking up at the two brothers, she snorted coldly, and said with disdain:

If there is a dog, I will throw it out, this kind of thing is only worthy of feeding dogs, and if you eat what you two have made, I am afraid that you will have diarrhea.

Hearing these provocative words, Black Smoke and White Smoke not only did not get angry, but their faces were happy.

I saw Black Smoke pinch his hand to his lips and whistle, and saw a big oily black and white wolf dog suddenly run out of the kitchen, sniffing around him incessantly.

The wolfdog was a huge and unrivaled calf, with a black and white coat that looked like a combination of the two brothers.

The big wolf dog came to hear the sound, wagged its tail, and after a few circles around the black smoke and white smoke brothers, as if he had been instructed, he came straight to Wutong, his eyes fixed on the bowl of noodle soup in front of her, and his blood-red tongue was stretched out, and he was panting heavily.

Then, he sat down in front of Sycamore, with his legs propped up on the ground, his head held high, and his tongue sticking out, as if he couldn't wait.

Black Smoke sneered at the sycamore, pointed at it and said, "The dog is here."

Bai Yan slapped the table and shouted: Hurry up.

The two of them said in unison: If you don't fall, you are a dog, a female dog, a male dog with a female dog, it seems that you are a natural pair, do you want me to protect you media.

Wutong touched the long strand of hair hanging on his shoulder, and suddenly threw it behind his back, and suddenly laughed, and the smile seemed to be very charming.

I saw her look at the big wolf dog, and then at the black smoke and white smoke brothers in front of her, and said lightly: Do you like this dog very much?

Black Smoke touched the left ear of the big wolf dog, pursed his lips, snorted coldly, and said loudly: Who doesn't like such a cute dog?

Bai Yan touched the right ear of the big wolf dog, his mouth was widened, almost roaring, and said: Such an obedient dog, I think you will like it too.

Then, the two of them said in unison: This dog is our lifeline, and if we don't have this dog, we probably don't know how to live.

Hearing this, Wutong smiled even more charmingly, like poppies blooming in the sunset, with a cruel bloody atmosphere in the demonic ye.

She leaned over and touched the head of the big wolf dog, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on her face, and then, a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in her eyes, and said:

If that's the case, I think you two should eat this bowl of noodles by yourself, because this big wolf dog, which you regard as the root of life, will definitely die after eating these two bowls of noodles, and moreover, it will bleed to death. Why? Don't you believe it?

Black Smoke and White Smoke looked at her with a mysterious expression, as if they didn't believe her at all, or thought she was telling them a funny joke.