Refuse to Marry the Demon Emperor: Lure and Pamper the Adorkable Concubine Chapter 165: Really talented

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Ye Kun came from a distance, wearing clean clothes, apparently just recently.

Ye Kun said hoarsely: "I'm passing by, thinking about coming to see you by the way."

Mu Xi blinked, feeling warm in his heart: "It just so happens that I want to go home too, go back together?"

Ye Kun nodded: "Okay."

Back to Song's house, before entering the door, Mu Xi heard the earth-shaking roar of Old Man Song: "Smelly boy, if I don't teach for a day, you will be itchy, right? Believe it or not, I'm too old to move. I can slap you to death!"

Mu Xi blinked and walked into the yard with Ye Kun. In the yard, Mr. Song was chasing Song Qinghan with a kitchen knife. Her mother tried to persuade him but couldn't move.

Song Qinghan looked helpless: "Father, I really do it for you and my little sister, I have no other meaning..."

"You dare to say! You dare to say! I have to chop off your hand today!" Old man Song was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, and ran faster.

Song Qinghan looked at the fast-walking old man, while thinking about how to calm him down.

Since the little girl came back, the old man's body has been getting better and better. No, he has been chasing him for several laps.

The corner of his eye saw Mu Xi and the others coming back, Song Qinghan's eyes lit up, and he quickly said: "Alright, dad, don't scare the children, you want to scare Mu Xi."

When he heard that his precious granddaughter had returned, Grandpa Song stopped and threw the kitchen knife on the ground, but his face was still very ugly.

Mu Xi looked at her grandpa, then at Song Qinghan, who was a little pale: "What's the matter with you?"

Master Song hates iron but steel: "You ask your uncle who is not a good tool! You ask what he did!"

Song Qinghan's eyes were a little innocent: "What can I do? Is to give the old man and your mother a gift..."

Mu Xi said he was puzzled. It is a good thing to give a gift. Why is grandpa so magnificent and chasing him with a kitchen knife.

"Gift? Do you dare to say it is a gift! You **** brat, you gave Lao Tzu and your sister a coffin! Are you trying to curse us to death?" Song Lao Zi wanted to pick up this gift. The kitchen knife chopped Song Qinghan.

Mu Xi: "..."

She felt that she had misheard, and couldn't help asking again: "What did uncle give away?"

Master Song was furious: "The coffin! He gave me and your mother, a coffin alone!"

Mu Xi: "………………"

She finally understood why the old man was so angry.

Mu Xi looked at Song Qinghan. You said that people are okay. You gave them a coffin. Isn't this cursing people to die?

Encyclopedia leaned forward and backward with a smile: "Uncle is really a talent."

Song Qinghan helplessly: "I'm really doing it for you, but I don't mean anything else. This coffin is really a good thing, who...Xiaozheng! Xiaozheng come out!"

Hearing his uncle's call, with a ‘swish’, Xiao Zou appeared in front of everyone riding his precious coffin, his eyes shining: "Uncle, you call me!"

"Good." Uncle touched Xiao Zang's head, then walked around the back of the coffin, and patted Xiao Zang's baby coffin: "Have you seen it, coffin, good stuff, Xiao Zang, fly over and show it to Grandpa." "

"Okay!" Xiao Zheng immediately returned to the coffin, controlling the coffin to fly around, so that he could not pull the wind.

Song Qinghan looked at Father Song: "Father, this is my purpose."

It was only then that Mu Xi came to understand, it turned out that Uncle was amazed by Xiao Zheng's coffin that day.

Originally, he wanted to trick Xiao Zheng's coffin, but Mu Xi's appearance made his plan fail.

But Uncle didn’t plan to give up so quickly. He soon had the idea of ​​building a coffin by himself, and then spent a lot of money to build two coffins...

"However, the coffin made by Uncle may not have the same function as Xiao Zong." Without these functions, it is just an ordinary coffin.

Song Qinghan patted his sleeves: "So, I originally just wanted to bring it back and let Xiao Zong see how it needs to be made, but the old man saw it..."

Master Song gave a cold hum.

Can you blame him for this?

Whoever hears his son say to give him a coffin, he can't stand it?

He is not dead yet!

Little Zombie was still flying around everyone. He flew for a while. When no one was watching him, he blinked and asked: "Uncle, is Xiao Zombie still flying?"

Song Qinghan waved: "No need to fly, Xiao Zong, come down."

Xiao Zang came to Song Qinghan obediently.

Song Qinghan asked cordially: "Xiao Zang, look, uncle likes your coffin very much, but uncle is a kind person and doesn't like to take advantage of others, so uncle intends to make one by himself. You can tell uncle you How did you make the coffin?"

XiaoZang shook his head: "XiaoZang doesn't know."

Song Qinghan was a little disappointed: "I really don't know?"

"Little Zombie can't remember." Xiao Zombie shrugged his head and thought of something for a while. He opened the lid of the coffin and invited Song Qinghan to please: "Uncle likes it, Xiao Zombie can sleep with his uncle for two days!"

Song Qinghan looked at the coffin with greedy eyes, and finally gave up.

"No need." He was afraid that he would not return it to the child after two days of sleep.

"Okay, okay, since it's all a misunderstanding, don't be frustrated with your brother, father." Song Qinglan hurriedly ended the game.

Master Song is still not very happy: "Who would give someone a coffin, I can't be angry anymore?"

"Actually..." Mu Xi said slowly: "I also have two coffins."

Master Song: "..."

Mu Xi slowly took out a crystal coffin and golden coffin, which were sent by Lou Jingxiao before.

Don't tell me, Mu Xi has never heard of anyone giving someone a coffin before. I used to think that Lou Jingxiao was a pervert, but now even his uncle is of the same type.

Mu Xi said: "If Grandpa needs them, I can also take these two pictures."

Master Song: "………………"

Master Song is full of thoughts--the son and his granddaughter give him a coffin...the coffin...the coffin...

After a while, Song Qinglan exclaimed: "It's not good, Mu Xi, soon, your grandpa passed out!"

Mu Xi: "..."

Did she just say something wrong?

Master Song fainted and didn't wake up until the night. Fortunately, the old man was okay, but he was too shocked to accept the fainting for a while.

Mu Xi took a lot of the medicine that Nalanhai had given her to regulate her body and fed it to the old man. The old man's complexion immediately improved a lot.

Mu Xi was worried about the old man's body, so he didn't go back and went to live in Song's house.

In this world, the stars at night are very bright. Mu Xi wanted to ask his uncle who the enemy of the Song family was, but Song Qinghan mysteriously didn’t know where she went. She could only go back to the room and sleep, and wait until Father Song. After they fell asleep, they asked Xiao Zang to borrow the coffin to go to the forbidden area of ​​the Soul Pavilion.

The wind at night was a bit cold, and it was blowing, and there were a few small noises outside the door.

Because of the fake sleep, Mu Xi did not fall asleep, so when the door of her room was pushed open silently, she instantly became alert.

A tall figure slowly came to her bedside, with a black mist over his body. He slowly stretched out his hands, his hands bent into claws, directly reaching the top of her head!

"Be careful girl!"

Without the encyclopedia reminder, Mu Xi hid all over her body, and suddenly opened her eyes, but the person in front of her surprised her.

"Father?"