Song Shuhang pulled the chat record.

In the afternoon, after answering song Shuhang's "three hundred year scallion demon" question, the topic of discussion was about biexue Xianji's "Xianxian banquet".

Many seniors are guessing what kind of dishes will be arranged for this banquet.

Several experienced elders began to recall the last few delicious banquets.

All kinds of strange dishes, but it seems to be delicious. Song Shuhang touched his stomach. He was lavaged by Taoist priest Yunwu's "empty hand". When he saw the names of these dishes, he began to salivate.

Song Shuhang pulled the chat record and saw the message of lingdiedao yurouzi at the last face.

Yu Rouzi: "there's a lot of pressure on the book mountain. Master song, what's your mailing address now? The" Lingmai Bi tea "made by me has been successful. I'll send you one!"

At that time, song Shuhang was having a cruel nightmare. Naturally, he did not come back.

Seeing Yu Rouzi's message, song Shuhang smiles, then opens a private chat and sends a message back to Yu Rouzi: "thank you, yurouzi. I'm looking forward to your own Lingmai Bi tea."

Then, the book airline and attached the address of their own home.

Then he stretched out, ready to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

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Lingdiedao, a handsome to no friends of the middle-aged man frowned, opened a mobile phone chat software reply.

Then, the middle-aged man grinned: "come on The lingmaibi tea made of feather Rouzi is quietly replaced with the ordinary one. "

Boy, fortunately, I saw this message. Otherwise, you're going to put your butt on the toilet for the next month.

In the middle of the night, mother song suddenly got up, rubbed her eyes and came to the kitchen.

Then, she habitually stretched across the board But when she stretched out her hand, the thick chopping board broke into several sections. Not only the cutting board, but also the marble table below has several knife marks.

"Why? What's going on? " Song's mother woke up immediately.

She began to recall the morning Should be their own to do the spring onion fried mutton, there is a scallion how can not cut off. Then, he went to take down the decorative knife of song Shuhang and cut mutton?

Looking back on this, song's mother was shocked: "crazy?"

Don't mention the scallion that can't be cut off. How can you think of taking the three foot three long knife to cut the onion?

What's the matter with the scallion? How can you cut it?

Under normal circumstances, if she meets any scallion that can't be cut off, her first thought must be to throw it away or ask everyone to come and see what's going on?

But at that time, she was a tendon, nothing to think about, thinking must be the onion to cut!

Song's mother recalled that at that time, she seemed to be affected by something, the whole person was possessed by the devil, and her thinking was not clear.

"That green onion, it is Shu hang to bring back, say is what new breed." Song's mother has a little memory.

Later, song Shuhang suddenly ate up the whole plate of fried mutton with scallion.

Is there any problem with Scallion?

Moreover, song Shuhang finished the plate of fried mutton with scallion and went back to his room immediately.

Later, Zhao Yaya found that he was sitting on the floor of the room to sleep, so he asked song's father to carry Shuhang to bed. At that time, Song Shu hang was tired.

But the more she thought about it, the more she felt there was a problem.

"The boy of Shuhang." Mother song frowned and strode to song Shuhang's room.

Fortunately, the hungry song Shuhang was kneading his stomach and came out of the room to look for food in the kitchen. He saw his mother at once.

"Mom? I haven't slept so late? " Song Shuhang asked in doubt.

Song's mother replied, "just want to see you."

"Look at me? Ha ha, I just fell asleep. I suddenly felt so hungry that I wanted to find something to eat. " Song Shuhang said with a smile.

"There's still some rice. I'll fry an egg rice for you." Song's mother replied.

Later, she returned to the kitchen with Shuhang and began to fry egg rice for song Shuhang.

Song's mother fried rice and asked, "Shuhang, tell me honestly, is there something wrong with your scallion?"

Song Shuhang quietly looked at his mother's face, and then simply replied, "there is a problem. What is the specific problem is not easy to describe. Generally speaking, people who are not strong enough can't eat that onion, otherwise it will have an impact on the body

"But don't worry, mom. I'm all right. That onion was originally brought back by me. I know it in my mind. " Song Shuhang said with a brilliant smile.

About the cultivation of truth It's not the time to have a showdown with song's mother.

He is not strong enough. We must wait for him to be stronger and accumulate more cultivation resources before we can make a plan."If you say that, I can rest assured." Song's mother sighed: "if you are free tomorrow, you can go with your father and let Yaya take you to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination."

Because song's father and his parents had just had a car accident, song's mother is not at ease, so Zhao Yaya ming'er is free to take him to have a physical examination, in case there is any hidden danger, it can be solved in time.

"No? Not long ago, I went to have a comprehensive physical examination with Ya Jie Song Shuhang blurted out.

"Just had a physical examination not long ago?" Song's mother was holding egg rice with a puzzled look on her face.

"Well, it was the last sports meeting. Yaya sister to our school internship, she took me to do a comprehensive examination. I'm in good health, no problem at all. " Song Shuhang patted his chest.

The hotel near the sixth hospital.

Little monk knead his buttocks secretly, hemorrhoids treatment is still a course of treatment.

After that, I will go back to the house of senior brother Shuhang.

In my mind, I kept echoing the video Doudou put to him.

Song Shuhang clenched his fist and roared angrily: "no matter whether you have hemorrhoids or not, I will beat your excrement out!"

All the shit, all the shit.

This sentence has been echoing in the little monk's mind.

The little monk looked serious. He was a very serious child: "if you go home after the treatment tomorrow, elder martial brother Shuhang will beat my excrement out?"

It feels terrible to think about it.

The little monk can't help but look at the peas sleeping on the edge of his eyes, as well as Zhou Li, who is practicing with his eyes closed.

Or, try to discuss with Doudou tomorrow, not to go home first, and then escape for a period of time? After elder martial brother song Shuhang's anger has subsided, will you go back?

On the lingdiedao Island, there is no significant difference between the two groups.

Yurouzi looked at a huge wooden box in front of her with satisfaction: "well, it's perfect. Then wait for the box to be sent out by express! "

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