Chapter 48: Lovely wooden house on bronze tree

<!--The beginning of the chapter content--> Being held by the placket of Ting Tong, so close to him, I smelled the stench from his mouth again, and was smoked into a sneeze again. Once I clearly felt that it was a strange smell mixed with strong blood and rancid smell.
A strong feeling of nausea struck, and I pressed my mouth hard and swallowed the acidic water in my stomach forcibly. I was so close to him. If I vomit on him, I will inevitably be beaten.
In order to prevent the stench from his mouth from escaping into my nasal cavity again, I had to close my eyes, turn my face to one side, and stay away from his mouth as much as possible. This saves you from seeing his disgusting ugly face again.
I only heard the wind whistling in my ears, and I almost felt that as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard Zitong shouting, "Here, open your eyes."
Immediately, I felt the hand holding my shirt loose, and my foot fell on the ground.
I thought that there were bare branches on this giant bronze tree, but the situation before me really surprised me.
There is actually a beautiful wooden second floor on the giant bronze tree. Although it is not as luxurious as the palace, it looks warm and comfortable.
And I, standing at the door of the wooden house right now.
I smoothed my clothes which were wrinkled by Zitong and stared at all this blankly.
Tingtong made a gesture and motioned me to follow him into the house, so I had to follow him in.
The tables, chairs, and benches in the room are all made of wood, and rings of annual rings can be seen. I curiously counted those lovely circles and guessed the age of the trees.
There is a strong fragrance of trees in the room, which smells refreshing, but for some reason, there is a faint smell of blood in the fragrance.
Although the anger of Ruoyu Ruowu is very unpleasant, I still try my best to pretend to be very happy, because I know that this guy named Zitong will not pity Xiangyu Yu, if I provoke him, I am afraid I will die. place. By the way, when I accidentally moved the disgusting things in the bucket, didn't he threaten me to kill me for the tooth sacrifice?
Of course, in his eyes, the appearance of my celluloid is not Xiangyu at all. He remembered that he just called me an ugly monster with a pointed face and a flat chest.
When I think of the brown-gray round things in the bucket, I feel goose bumps. I remember those things are fluffy and seem to be squirming. By the way, I almost got onto my hand.
What the is the stuff in the bucket?
If Li Yuantai and Gao Peng were there, they might have known each other. When they thought that they had been separated from their little friends, a strong sense of loneliness and helplessness came to their minds, their noses were sour, and everything in front of them was blurred.
I was worried that I would cry, so I turned my face quickly to wipe away the tears.
"How is it? Is this room beautiful?" Ting Tong asked excitedly without realizing my face.
"Very good." I admired sincerely.
With such an affirmative answer, he was pacing happily in the wooden house, and he was in a good mood. It is as happy as a child sees another child likes his own toys.
In fact, I have dreamed countless times that I was on vacation in the Maldives and lived in such a lovely tree house.
Although Zitong is a creepy monster, I really like this wooden house. This wooden house is no more than a relief to me, who has traveled to ancient times, is forced to pretend to be a woman again, and has to live with monsters.
But what Zitong said next surprised me a lot.
"This house was pasted up little by little with saliva."
Use saliva... to paste it up a little bit?
What's the situation?
What needs to be pasted with a special liquid like saliva?
Upon hearing this, I suddenly felt something rushing up in my stomach, and something like bird's nest suddenly appeared in my mind.
Suddenly, I felt dark in front of me and reached out and grabbed the door frame.
"What's wrong with you?" Tingtong looked at me nervously.
Does he even care about me? Maybe this monster is not as bad as it looks.
Seeing his restless eyes, a little gratitude surged into my heart.
"It's okay, I think I'm hungry." I vomited a lot just now, and my stomach was really empty.
"Then master. Go cook. You clean up the house. You know how to clean the room. It's something you can do at a glance. Sweep the floor, wipe the tables, chairs and benches in the house. By the way, the windows and walls should also be wiped. Clean. You can check it later. Don't be lazy."
Nima, isn't this guy a beast?
The little gratitude that just surged in my heart disappeared instantly.
Obviously I was fainted when I was uncomfortable, and I was asked to do housework, and even the walls had to be wiped clean. It was really not a human being. In fact, how dare I say this, I only dare to complain in my heart.
Tong Tong threw me the broom and rag and went to the kitchen by himself.
After a while, there was the sound of water, the sound of knives cutting vegetables, and the clanging of dishes from the kitchen. In addition to these normal sounds, there were also strange creaking sounds. These strange sounds Sometimes, when I felt that I had heard it wrong, the strange voice rang out again.
I listened for a while, and I felt that I was almost getting nervous, so let's just let it go. In my opinion, it is natural for the monster to make any strange sounds.
I should hurry up to clean up the room. Didn't the monster say to check the results of my labor later? If the work is not finished by that time, I guess I won't even have to eat.
When I knelt on the floor and wiped the floor, I cursed the eighteenth generations of the ancestors of the whole family of Zitong thousands of times.
I was wiping the floor while scolding his mother for giving birth to such a lazy bone. The floor was so dirty that I had changed three basins of water and the mud hadn’t been cleaned. The walls and windows hadn’t been wiped for hundreds of years. The dirt is thicker than half of my finger, and even the clean tables, chairs and benches are covered with a thin layer of soil.
To be honest, I really regret sitting on that chair just now because of dizziness.
After I wiped everything off, I was too tired to stand up.
I slumped on the chair, numbly watching Ting Tong put dishes on the table. Even if he blamed me for forcing me to go to the kitchen with him to serve dishes, I would be a breeze, because I was so tired, I didn't even have the strength to stretch my head and see what was on the plate. He scolds me whatever he wants.
Zitong yelled at me naggingly. Seeing that I didn't respond, he had to prepare all the dishes by himself and then move the wine jar out. In the end, he touched a few more on the walls and windows, presumably to check if I was lazy, but he seemed satisfied, because he didn't curse after touching them.
"To be honest, how long have you not cleaned up this house?" I asked him weakly.
"The last time I cleaned it should be two hundred years ago." Tingtong thought for a long time while clutching his scalp, before he said uncertainly.
I was petrified in an instant. Two hundred years ago, this guy was still there? What is this scenario?
"Be honest, don't eat it, Lord, go call the master and the beautiful lady." After Tingtong finished speaking, he went upstairs.