Chapter 261:

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For some reason, Fu Jianlin always felt that this fairy seemed to be having a holiday with his neighbor next door.
When he asked questions before, the attitude of Bi Xian's answer was high, even with a bit of joking that made him angry, but after mentioning the young man next door, Bi Xian suddenly came alive a lot, and the answer was also With full of anger.
Can make Pen Xiandu call the existence of a devil...
Fu Jianlin suddenly made up a lot of brains, and the black-haired young man's face that was too beautiful for a man suddenly became gloomy.
The woman on the side had not much contact with Xiao Li, nor did she have such deep feelings as a man. She raised her head and repeated timidly: "Devil?"
Fu Jianlin had been asking Bixian before, but the woman hadn't interrupted. At this time, Bixian suddenly turned to her and wrote a line: "You can stand up. 】
"Ah...?" The woman didn't understand, she opened her mouth and uttered a syllable in confusion.
Fu Jianlin actually didn't understand it, but he knew in his heart that this was not a good thing, so he casually took a sip to the side, holding the pen and wanted to send the pen fairy away.
However, before leaving, Bi Xian wrote in the direction of Fu Jianlin: [Fu Jianlin, you will pay for everything you do until the moment you remember it. 】
The line of words on the white paper was like a hook, constantly trying to lift the mist that enveloped him, but was forcibly suppressed by some force to prevent the mist from completely overturning.
Fu Jianlin suppressed the anxiety in his heart, grabbed the fountain pen, slammed it to the ground, and smashed its pen with his feet: "What kind of garbage, you know nonsense, garbage, waste!"
The baby was already tired from crying and fell asleep with his fingers in his hands. At this moment, he was frightened by Fu Jianlin's sudden eruption and started crying again.
The woman hurriedly wanted to run out: "I, I will take care of the children."
Fu Jianlin grabbed her arm and pushed her to the ground, venting the uneasiness in her heart: "Where are you going, you are also rubbish, and so is your son—"
He said that he was about to stride towards the room where the baby was, but the woman who had been obediently raised her head and grabbed his trousers tube: "Don't move him, he is also your son, you want to beat me!"
"It's not that I haven't beaten it. What do you pretend to be Zhenlie?" Fu Jianlin turned around and kicked the broken fountain pen to the corner. "This kid is really mine. It doesn't look like me. I see. It's your kind of wild man outside, hurry up and be annoying, let your son stop crying!"
Seeing that he had no plans to trouble the baby anymore, the woman immediately got up and stumbled to comfort the baby.
Fu Jianlin, who was left alone in the large room, irritably inserted his fingers deeply into his hair, and the sound of the frying pan and the meat chopping continued. He rudely rubbed two of napkins into his ears, but he was still fidgeting.
It was too noisy, so noisy, and he was flustered.

The movement of the next room passed into everyone's ears unchanged.
Luo Shan couldn't sit still. It was completely closed and there was no signal from the mobile phone. She could only stay in the room. She waited for a long time until night fell, and she couldn't wait for Fu Jianlin to think of any movement.
She glanced into the kitchen, the door over there was vacant, Xiao Li took the initiative to take over Gong Mingming's work, and Shen Mirage stayed with him inside.
Luo Shan did not go in to disturb them, but said to Gong Mingming, "Obviously, why did you say that Fu Jianlin hasn't remembered the night's affairs? Moriarty had obviously enough stimulation, right?"
Ye Zeqing got a handful of melon seeds from the room he was in, and he was sitting on the edge and squatting: "Maybe you have to be more direct. For example, you can just give him a piece of paper that says you killed. Your wife and your child, now your wife turned into a ghost and came back for revenge."
"It's not necessarily true," Gong Mingming said directly to Luo Shan. Since the little girl often told her about what happened on the ghost ship, she also used Morrie every time she chatted with Luo Shan. The name of Yatti, "Moriarty has done enough. If that doesn’t work, then this kind of note that writes the truth directly will be considered nonsense by him, so there should be an opportunity, just temporarily Not caught by us."
"If this is a dungeon world, our goal is to find this opportunity. The hint is just evidence."
Listening to Gong Mingming's words, Luo Shan followed in contemplation, trying to figure out the way of life.
Wang Huai and Ye Lingshi did not join in their conversation. Compared to the realm of this unknown female corpse, Wang Huai was more worried about the current situation. His gaze finally fell on his skull ring, and the skeleton seemed to perceive it. A dark glow flashed in his eyes.
On the other side, in the kitchen, Xiao Li was holding the handle of the frying pan, frying a piece of meat back and forth.
There was a bowl next to him. He had cooked three pieces of meat, but it was either raw, or the heat was too battered. There was no finished piece. Now this piece of meat in the pot is his tentative fourth piece.
Xiao Li seemed to be on this piece of meat, and he had to make it by himself. Without asking the young people around him for help, Shen Mirage just leaned back and looked at him.
When Xiao Li poured oil into the pot, a drop of exploded hot oil was splashed on the back of his hand, and the back of his white hand almost immediately turned red.
Xiao Li frowned slightly, but there was no pain. This pain was really nothing. He was about to ignore the past, but he ran into another body behind him.
Shen Mirage closed the fire, pressed against him from behind, dragged Xiao Li to the edge of the pool, turned on the faucet, and flushed the back of his hand.
Under the impact of cold water, that piece of skin quickly disappeared, but Shen Mirzhi still didn't mean to stop.
As soon as Xiao Li wanted to turn his head, he was tightened from behind by the young man. He said dullly, "Don't move."
"how?"
Xiao Li was actually used to Shen Mirage's sudden closeness, but being pressed in front of the pool like this still made him uncomfortable.
Shen Mirchi whispered: "Charge."
The sound of the faucet rushed, covering the cry of the baby next door, and even the discussion of the people in the living room became faint, as if there was only one square inch left in the world.
Xiao Li let him hold him for a while, then looked back at the piece of meat in his pot, and made a suggestion: "Change time to charge?"
"No," Shen Mirage's lips rubbed against the young beautiful neck, "They are all here today, I can't touch you."
Although he has often been unable to contact each other in the past, he has changed from frugality to extravagance. Since the establishment of the relationship, he has been unable to bear not meeting his lover for a long time.
Xiao Li thought of Shen Mirage's appearance in the afternoon, just like a big cat seeing an unexpected guest, standing aside and sulking, because he was always cold and Xiao Li's own help, no one could tell.
The young man noticed that he was holding back a smile, and slammed the opponent unhappily.
A smile appeared in Xiao Li's dark eyes, and he turned his head in this position and raised his head to kiss the young man's chin.
Shen Mizhi released his hand, he lowered Xiao Li's lips, hugged him directly, and let him sit directly on the table.
His personal strength was like lightning and thunder from the outside world, and they stole for a while in this last security.
At this moment, Ye Zeqing's voice came from the crack of the concealed door: "Moriarty, have you fried a piece of meat for so long? There will be no trouble, right?"
Xiao Li took a breath. This time it was not just the back of his hand. His entire face and even the roots of his ears were red, especially his lips. Shen Mirage kissed him with a bite, not only the lips were red, but also with bites. mark.
Xiao Li vaguely said in the gap: "I have to fry the meat."
"……I'll help you."
Shen Mirage said, he grabbed Xiao Li's wrist and pushed him back.

In such a place, the arrival of night is always frightening.
Due to the announcement of the unknown woman last night, everyone did not leave, but stayed here with Xiao Li.
They turned out a few quilts in the closet and placed them on the floor of the living room, paying attention to the movement of the outside world.
Once it was midnight, there was no change outside, but the sound of chopping things came punctually from the next door.
The difference from last night is that tonight’s frying pan sound is exceptionally loud, but the sound of chopping meat only sounds once after a long time: "Zzi, zizi, bang, zizi, zizi, bang."
This sound is like sorrow and joy before death, constantly foretelling the arrival of everyone in danger.
If it is an ordinary human, or even some reincarnations fall into the field of unnamed female corpses, they will be disturbed. If they don’t find a way out in the first few days when it is relatively safe, they will be deprived of the restrictions on female corpses at night. Kill.
It was already early in the morning, but Luo Shan was completely sleepy. She sat on the sofa and looked at the plate of fried meat on the table from time to time.
It came from the hands of Shen Mizhi. It was fried on the outside and tender on the inside. It tasted just right. It was processed by Xiao Li and sprinkled with a little pepper, and it smelled like steak.
Time passed by, and the door of the room in everyone's sight was finally knocked from the outside world.
Xiao Li walked to the door with the plate of meat and opened the door.
Standing at the door was the nameless woman who came out next door.
The difference from last night is that the frying marks on her face are more obvious, not only the wounds formed by boiling oil splashing up, but more like burns caused by alive sticking to the oil pan, occupying half of her face. .
The woman had loose hair, and the shaggy hair resembled the tentacles of an octopus. She held a bowl in her hand. The outside of the bowl was engraved with cartoon bears, obviously for children, and there was a pile of fried minced meat in the bowl.
The door next door was wide open, there was no baby crying, no man snoring, no sound.
"I'm here to invite you to eat meat." When the woman spoke, the wound on her face moved grimly. It was just one night, but she seemed to be much stronger again, "You must eat it thoroughly and well. Otherwise, you will become my flesh."
Xiao Li glanced at the bowl in her hand and found that it was simply rolling the meat in a frying pan.
Xiao Li: "No seasoning? Sprinkle some salt. I like cumin better. It will taste better."
woman:? ? ?
Is this a picky cook?
She handed the bowl to a halt in the air, as if hesitated to pass the bowl to him directly.
Xiao Li didn't hesitate much, he directly took the bowl from the woman's hand and handed his plate of fried meat to the other party.
He said: "Exchange."
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