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"Young master..."

Xiao Mo Xin ignored her call and went straight to the oil pan. He just wanted to insert his hand into the oil pan, but he was caught by a broad palm.

"I'll do it!" Wei Chi Ming.

Xiao Mo Xin blinked, lips with a smile: "you are not afraid?"

"You are not afraid, I have nothing to fear!" Wei Chi Ming's smile is meaningful. He lifts his sleeve and wants to insert his hand into the oil pan.

"Let's go together!" Xiao Mo Xin took the initiative to grasp his fingertips, eyebrows curved road.

Wei Chi Ming gazed at her for a moment and nodded.

Mo Zixuan and others are very nervous. They are staring at each other without blinking. Their palms are slowly inserted into the oil pan

Instead of crying and screaming in my imagination, I smile calmly from beginning to end.

Master Qingxuan's face was ugly. Unexpectedly, they dared to put their hands into the oil pan.

"What's going on? Isn't the oil pan hot? " Mozi Xuan quickly steps forward, suspiciously looks at the rolling oil pot.

Xiao moxin took out the handkerchief and wiped off the water stains in his hands: "hot or not, you can try it yourself!"

Mozi Xuan looked at him. His master took his time and twisted his eyebrow. After all, he couldn't help but be curious. He raised a finger and inserted it into the oil pan.

"Why? Why isn't it hot at all? " This surprised discovery made Mozi Xuan stir several times in the oil pot.

His actions undoubtedly made the people around him explode.

After Xiao Mo Xin finished wiping, he threw the handkerchief to Wei Chi Ming, and his eyes swept all the people: "since I'm curious, why don't I try it myself!"

The common people were afraid to touch the boiling oil pan.

Xiao Mo Xin sneered and said, "according to your previous remarks, who can insert his hand into the oil pan without injury is the immortal. Look, are we like the immortal?"

As soon as she said this, the people couldn't help looking at each other.

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer her question.

"I don't know, young master, can you tell me something about this greasy pot?" Qiu Huaian tries to open his mouth.

"You are the magistrate here?" Xiao Mo Xin did not ask back.

Qiu Huaian nodded: "exactly!"

"As a local magistrate, you let the people be blinded and brainwashed by the magic wand, but you can't think of any countermeasures, so you let the children become sacrifices. What you magistrate did is really a failure!" Xiao Mo Xin was merciless and sarcastic.

"Don't be unreasonable to adults!" Ah, Yamen.

"What? Can't you even tell the truth these days? " Xiao Mo Xin hums a smile, on the surface satirizes the meaning gradually to thicken.

"You..."

"She's right. I'm really ashamed of the emperor's trust and the people's support." Without waiting for the Yamen officer to speak again, Qiu Huaian reproached himself: "as a local official, he could not fundamentally change their feudal superstition, let alone stop their blind actions. He was wrong, and it was a big mistake!"

Because of what he said, Xiao Mo Xin looks a little better: "now that he realizes his mistake, it's still time to remedy it!"

"What do you mean

"Put your hand in the oil pan and let the people have a look!" Xiao Mo Xin has hope for something.

"This..." Qiu Huaian's heart was tight, his eyes could not help falling into the boiling oil in the pot, and his forehead slowly overflowed with a thin layer of cold sweat.

Seeing this, Xiao moxin said, "you just didn't look like a man with awe inspiring atmosphere. Now you've got a breath of breath. Are you going to shrink back?"

The fingertips in Qiu Huaian's sleeves suddenly tightened: "I will not shrink back!"

"Good! Please Xiao Mo Xin made a "please" gesture, as if at this moment, not "please" people under the oil pot, but "please" people taste delicious.

Qiu Huaian swallowed saliva uncontrollably and walked to the oil pot little by little.

Although he witnessed with his own eyes Xiao moxin and others insert their hands into the oil pan and pull them back intact, looking at the tumbling oil pan in front of him, he still couldn't help beating his heart.

"My Lord! Think twice before you leap One side of the yamen, can not help persuading.

Qiu Huaian pursed his lower lip, did not respond, slowly raised his sleeve, next second, do not open the eyelids at the same time, the whole arm into the oil pan.

There is no imagined pain, and the smell of burning, only warm touch.

With a little doubt, Qiu Huaian withdrew his arm.

On one side, the Yamen servant picked up his sleeves and wiped them for him.

"Young master! The oil in this pot is obviously rolling. Why is it warm to the touch? " Qiu Huaian looks suspiciously and turns to Xiao moxin.

"Because it has a low boiling point!"

"Boiling point?" Qiu Huaian's suspicions grew stronger and stronger. Obviously, he didn't understand the meaning of her sentence.

"To put it simply, the oil in this pot seems to be rolling and frightening, but in fact, there is only a little oil on the top and vinegar under the oil. Because the proportion of oil is light, it always floats on the vinegar. Once the vinegar boils, it looks like the oil is boiling, but in fact, the temperature of the boiling vinegar is not high, which is why, even in such an oil pot The reason why you can't hurt your skin even if you bathe inside... " Xiao Mo Xin explained in detail that the principle of boiling oil pan suddenly changed when he looked at the ordinary people suspiciously If any of you don't believe what your eyes can see, come up and have a try. How high is the temperature in the oil pan? Or not high? "In the face of all the people, there was a little timidity, and no one was willing to come forward.

Xiao Mo Xin sneered, and there was an unspeakable irony in his words: "you even have the heart to give up your children. What is the pain of skin for you?"

After hearing this, the people hesitated again. For a moment, a bold middle-aged man stepped out of the crowd and said, "I'll have a try!"

Xiao moxin reached out and made a "please" gesture.

The middle-aged man strode forward without hesitation, lifted his sleeve and inserted his arm into the boiling oil pan

Seeing something bad, master Qingxuan retreated subconsciously.

However, without waiting for him to run away, a cold blade had been put up to his neck.

"Want to run?" Mozi Xuan hooked the corner of his mouth, but his smile didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Master Qingxuan's breathing stagnated and his legs trembled uncontrollably: "no, no!"

"There is no best!" Mozi Xuan nodded and motioned him to stand back.

Master Qingxuan was staring at his neck with a sharp blade of cold light. Even if he wanted to leave again, he had to give up the idea for a while.

"Wendy! It's warm... " The middle-aged man suddenly turned back and yelled, excitedly pointing to the oil pan It's not hot! It's not hot at all... "

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