After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Zhao Meng ran to open the door as if he was saved, away from this low-pressure area that could send him to hell at any time.

As soon as the door opened, there was a man in a yellow coat standing outside, holding a food box in his hand, Zhao Meng thought with his not very bright head, it should be the takeaway that Master Fan ordered.

"Give it to me, thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Meng took the lunch box, bowed slightly to express his thanks, and then prepared to close the door.

But the man didn't intend to leave, he put one hand on the door frame to block Zhao Meng's movements: "Why don't you let me in?"

Zhao Meng is confused, he has only been dead for a few months, has the food delivery in the world developed to the point of door-to-door service?

Zhao Meng pondered for a long time but didn't figure it out, but the person blocked by him seemed determined to come in, and had already passed him straight in.

He still felt that no one could go in and disturb his brother and Master Fan, and kept shouting: "You can't go in, just send it to the door!"

While the two were fighting at the door, Fan Wujiu's voice came from the air.

"Let him in."

The man in yellow smiled at Zhao Meng and walked into the restaurant swaggeringly.

"grown ups!"

The man bowed to Fan Wujiu to salute, his hands were shining brightly, which looked very eye-catching.

It turned out that the "delivery brother" who delivered the food was not someone else, but the money-grubbing ghost who was about the same level as Fan Wujiu.

As soon as Fan Wujiu raised his hand, he quickly got up and turned to Xie Bian, wanting to do the same big gift, but remembered what Xie Bian said in the evil environment, and abruptly held back the greeting.

"It's...it's time for dinner in the evening."

Left and right ran from the dining table to the kitchen in desperation to pack up the food with Zhao Meng, the kid.

Just now he was drunk and dreaming on the yacht, when he suddenly received a message from Fan Wujiu, asking him to deliver some food within half an hour, and a short line of message was followed by a remark in brackets.

"It should be light. The meat only needs shrimp and ribs."

Left and right thought that Fan Wujiu was going to explain some important matter to him through the meal, so they quickly escaped from the yacht, and delivered the meal as he requested, but they met Zhao Meng, who was out of his mind at the door. The eyes of both of them were cold enough to kill.

"What just happened?"

Left and right took off the high-definition retro rhubarb jackets that did not show the mountains and water, and hung them on the side, rolled up their sleeves to help put the food on the plate, and asked Zhao Meng while he was busy.

Zhao Meng shook his head, he didn't know what happened, it seemed that his brother took a can of Coke, Master Fan said that he couldn't drink, and nothing else happened.

What is the relationship between drinking coke and drinking, Zhao Meng couldn't figure it out.

Left and right sighed: "Oh, I'm used to it."

The greedy ghost suddenly thought of something: "I saw you when you just died. I showed you the way beside the Naihe bridge for you to find someone. Why don't you know me?"

Zhao Meng patted his forehead, and then he realized that this "delivery boy" with a big gold chain was the ghost who guided him underground back then.

"You are...Your Majesty! It's all my fault, I'm too stupid to recognize you."

Zhao Meng thanked him for showing him a clear path, now that he saw "En Gui" again, he almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Hurry up to help him up, there are two serious adults outside, isn't he looking for death if he is bowed down here?

"It's not your fault, it's me who has changed."

Luxurious is forbidden underground, and he was dressed in dusty clothes as soon as he left and right, not as glamorous as on the ground at all, so it's no wonder Zhao Meng couldn't recognize him.

Fan Wujiu, who was confronting people outside, looked at the quarreling child in front of him, saying no, and no saying no.

What are you talking about, does he know that Xie Bian is pretending to have amnesia, or does he have no so-called entertainment, even drinks with Coke, and goes out, drinks, and stays away to avoid children?

After deliberation, Fan Wujiu could only shout to the two ghosts who were busy in the kitchen: "Is it all right?"

"Okay, okay, come right away!"

The gold and silver hands on the left and right carefully served the dishes to people, and Zhao Meng who followed behind was also as cautious as him.

Xie Bian looked at the large table of dishes in front of him, looked at Lao Fan's stinky face that didn't intend to explain anything at all, and the courteous left and right and Zhao Meng, wanted to say something, but held back.

"Let's eat."

After Xie Bian finished speaking, he moved his chopsticks, and Fan Wujiu also picked up the spoon. Zhao Meng and the two little ghosts on the left and right who had nothing to eat felt relieved.

The delicacy was obviously snatched directly from the back kitchen of a nearby five-star hotel, and Xie Bian ate it expressionlessly, as if it was no different from the ordinary green leafy vegetables fried by Sister Hui.

It was the first time that Zuo Zuo came to serve these two people for a meal, and just happened to encounter such a scene, and was so frightened that all ghosts flew away.

"I'm full," Fan Wujiu broke the silence first, got up to leave the dining table, "go back to sleep."

Just woke up and continued to sleep, Mr. Wuchang's lying ability needs to be practiced.

Sure enough, Xie Bian stopped eating and looked up at him.

Fan Wujiu stood still and spread his hands helplessly: "Where else can I go, really go back to sleep."

Xie Bian didn't speak, and continued to stare at him.

Lao Fan looked at the child's eyes that would not stop asking for a result, and suddenly wanted to tease him.

"How about you take a rope and tie me up, or...or you can hug me and sleep together."

The blush started from the ears and spread to the base of the neck. Xie Bian never questioned his courage again, and went back to the room as soon as he put the chopsticks away.

Xie Bian went upstairs quickly, seeing his popularity run away, Fan Wujiu sighed helplessly, and was just about to leave when he saw an uncontrollable smile on the left and right corners of his mouth, and he kicked his leg.

"Laugh fart!"

The two left with their front and back feet, and their left and right legs broke suddenly. They squatted on the ground, covering their stomachs and secretly laughing, not daring to make a sound.

Zhao Meng was puzzled: "Master Zuo, what are you laughing at?"

When he asked such a question, the left and right didn't know what to say.

What are you laughing at? Perhaps it was because there was such a moment of deja vu just now, he thought he was back in the past.

"I'm not laughing, go and clear the table. After serving the emperor, I should go back to my 'eunuch's room'. Goodbye!"

After finishing speaking, Zuo Zuo quickly fled from this world that was always cold and hot, leaving only Zhao Meng to pack the tableware in a daze.

These three people are so strange today.

……

After leaving the door left and right, he didn't go far. He ran around and waited under the window of Fan Wujiu's bedroom. Mr. Wuchang asked him to come here, but it couldn't be really for dinner.

He waited half the night, and did not receive the news that Fan Wujiu had summoned him. He was afraid that Mr. Wuchang, who was busy with everything, would forget, so he sent a special message to Mr. Fan.

"My lord, I'm outside your window."

Not long after, Fan Wujiu really showed his head by the French window, and mysteriously sent him a message with his spiritual sense.

"Why don't you go back to sleep and stay here, watch the night?"

I was taken aback for a moment: "Didn't you ask me to come here, sir, just for dinner?"

As soon as the words of the left and right were spread, I saw the person next to the bed raised his hand and put his forehead in a helpless state, with a look of "why do you like to think about it so much, you little brat".

"if not?"

The only reason I called him was because there was no one at home to cook, and I was afraid that Xie Bian would be hungry.

Upstairs, Fan Wujiu closed the curtain again and disappeared from the window.

"Hurry up, don't wander around if you have nothing to do, or you will have to interrogate me if you get caught."

The words spread to the forehead with the aura, thought about the word "trial" left and right, didn't dare to think about it, scrambled and crawled over the flower bed and left.

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The author has something to say:

Fan Wujiu is a series of teasing children.

I feel that this book can be renamed "Old Hooligan's Diary of Funny Children" (no)

Damn, it's time for a new unit, and I feel like there are still many things that haven't been paved. I'm like a funny actor who failed to get into work!

(There will be an update at [-] o'clock tonight, the laboratory has a lot of things to do during the day, during this time it will be updated at [-] o'clock every night, Haihan~)