The other side of the flower is like blood, bright enough to make people can't move their eyes, exude a mysterious breath, which makes a heart-whitter feeling.

It is rumored that its floral fragrance has magic and can evoke the memory of the dead.

But at this time, it can no longer awaken the memory of Yan Qing's unprecedented life, as if it has lost its magical magic in front of Yanqing.

“Can you wake up once?”There is some suspicion in the shaman.

Although he wanted to try again, he gave up after thinking about it, and there was no need to try again.

Once has been explained.

At this time, he was remembering the picture that had just passed, but the picture was too dim to see and not clear.

He shook his head and didn’t think anymore.

Although there is a past life, it is only a past life, and it has little to do with this life.

However, the world of the previous life is very terrible, a war has broken the sky and the earth is broken...

This power makes the sky fear.

He looked at the fire cloud on the edge of the sky, said to the cat brother and went back to the kitchen, ready to start making ghost dishes.

“The yellow spring water?”

The frowned upon the frown.

This yellow spring water, but the real yellow spring water, it seems to be only bought.

Maybe there is a human being, but where did he go to find it?

He didn’t have that much time to look for it either.

Also, making ghost dishes requires special firewood, and that special firewood is a yin wood.And Yan Qinghua has not heard of what is a yin wood

The wood has heard of it.

At this time, he returned to the account room on the second floor, respectively, to buy the things needed for ghost dishes, and said, “It seems that some of them are expensive, almost ten times the other...”

When he bought the wood, he also understood what the shrine wood was.

The yin wood is buried in the ground for a long time, absorbing the yin and earth, and has been made up for thousands of years.This wood, its quality is like jade, color as ink, cold as ice, hard as iron; never faded, not decay, no insects...

And the yin wood, born in the north of the mountain, grew in the cold winter, died in midsummer, because of the spirit of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, is the spirit of all the trees.

Only it can be converted into a yin wood...

"Well, then, there should be a yin wood on earth."Yan Qingqing had some accidents, and then shook: “But it is very difficult to find, and it is very expensive...”

The wood is much more expensive than the incense.

Then, Yan Qinghua was slightly stunned, and some were surprised: “Meng woman is using the spirit to make Mengba soup?”

A moment later, the yellow spring water and the yin and spirit wood were also delivered.

“It’s very cold.”

They exude a faint yin, so that the blue sky fought a cold war.

When the cloudwood burns, the blue demon flame emits, causing the temperature of the entire kitchen to plummet, and it seems to be snowing.

“It’s too cold.”

The body trembled, and it seemed that the body was a little stiff.

After a moment, he really stiffened, the whole person like an ice sculpture, so that he was stunned, this shady wood is so terrible?

Oh, and huh-

His heart suddenly lit up, like a burning, spewing a hot blood, quickly flowing around the limbs.

Call –

He was relieved, and his body was finally able to move.

At this time, the yellow spring water in the pot was boiling, exuding a strange gloom, so that the face of the sky was like a big enemy.

He seemed to see a pair of cold eyes in the yellow spring water...

These are ghost eyes.

At this time, he had some scalp tingling, he was just cooking, how to get to hell?

He felt a fuss around him, a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

The kitchen turned into hell.

Must be an illusion!

He bit his tongue to wake himself up.

It is an illusion!

When his tongue hurts, he found that there was no nipple in the kitchen, and there were no cold eyes.

At this time, he quickly put a flower on the other side of the pot, but the other side of the flower disappeared in an instant, so that Yan Qingyue was a little stunned.

What is this?

He hesitated and put another pot.

However, the other side of the flower disappeared for a moment, and it seemed to disappear without a trace.

“What happened?”

He looked at the flowers on the other side, and looked at the yellow spring water in the pot.

When the third flower disappeared, the whole person was a little bad.

“How can it disappear?I bought it with long-term money.”I don't know why, Yan Qingyue felt that the three flowers had sneaked away.

Yes, he feels that way, very strange.

Although he bought the other side of the flower with the long-term money, they did not want to go down the pot, so they slipped away in the pot in an instant.

“How can I feel that way?”

Yan Qinghe felt very strange, so he tried a few more times, and got the feeling that they really sneaked away.

fainted!

The sky was speechless at the time.

What is this?How did they slip away?

This is an inn, can they slip away?Yan Qingyang thought of this, he was a little curious, in his detailed count of the number of flowers on the other side, found that it was actually twenty.

He bought ten for the first time and the second time for ten.

“It didn’t slip away...”

At this time, he had to open the long-stinged recipe to find out what was going on.Then he found that the guest hall was moving, and it should be the first person to come.

He went out to look at a fifteen-year-old boy.

The boy dressed modestly, with a shocked look, nervously asked, “Are you a fairy?”

“No.”

Yan Qingyian shook his head, thinking about why the other side of the flower did not want to go down the pot, and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

In the end, the boy only ordered a first look, because he did not have much money on him.

When the boy finished paying the bill, Yan Qingqing returned to the kitchen.

At this time, he looked at the bright flowers on the other side, and some helplessly asked: "What do you want, are you willing to go to the pot?"

"Let's talk about a love story that makes me cry."

Suddenly, it seemed as if a soft voice sounded, scaring the sky, and the other side of the flower could still speak.

Is it perfect?

Yan Qinghang looked at him doubtfully and said, “Is it an illusion again?”It’s not an illusion, it’s a certain kind of voice.”

This is the voice of the other side of the flower.

Do you really want to talk about a love story?

The face of the sky is very strange, what is this strange request?Is he a twenty-year-old single dog?

He couldn’t stop turning his eyes.

I don't know where he used to have heard that the other side of the flower is spiritual...

At this time, he had to open the mobile phone, quickly search for some bleak love story, glanced at the other side of the flower, began to talk in detail.

But there is no other side crying.

“This can’t?”

He frowned, and this love story is terrible.

He could not do it, so he had to change a more desolate continuation to talk, but still there was no other flower crying, and he had to talk one by one.

Finally, when it comes to his dry mouth, there is not a drop of tears from the other side of the flower.

In the meantime, Zhou Yishu and the waiting successively entered the inn to finish the people.

“Fuck, don’t say anything.”

He kept talking late at night, and finally some fire, threw down a hard word and walked out of the kitchen.

Alas –

When he came out a few steps, there was a sigh in the heart field, and it seemed that a certain other side of the flower said: I say one...

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