The Great Villain is Not to Be Trifled With

From a distance, the hut was smoky, but only He Du, who was in it, knew that he was about to be smoked to death.

"You don't need to add so much firewood, enough is enough. You are boiling water, not the house."

The conch was about to jump up by the side, and the little girl was still calmly throwing the firewood.

"Then you come?"

He Du:  …

Conch hesitated for two seconds, looked at the door, "Okay, you go out, I'll come."

"Can not look?"

"Don't show it."

Isn't it just watching a conch cook, what's not to watch.

Under He Du's urging, Ling Qingxuan sat obediently at the door.

Aya mother came out to dry clothes, a little inexplicable, "Wan Wan, what are you doing here?"

Ling Qingxuan said lightly, "Wait for the river **** to cook."

"River God?" Mother Ling looked at her complexion, she was healthy and full of complexion, she didn't look like someone who was confused by fever.

Mother Ling thought that she hadn't seen her daughter very much these days, and it was because she cared less, so she sat next to Ling Qingxuan and spoke earnestly.

"When my mother was a child, there were no river gods here. I don't know from which day the river water became sweet, fish and shrimp were in groups, and the crops in the fields were flourishing.

The older generation said that it was the blessings of the river **** that illuminated the land, so we made a statue of the river **** and threw it into the river for blessing.

During those days, the surrounding towns and villages were prosperous, but the good times didn't last long, the river **** statue disappeared, and everything returned to its original barren appearance.

Later, when you were born, the river **** seemed to come back, but everyone didn’t take it to heart, and even felt that there was no river **** in the world. "

Ling's mother's voice became melancholy, "We no longer cherish the river water, and the river water is getting more and more turbid. No, the river **** is angry. Mother always felt that the river **** is blaming us."

Ling Qingxuan listened quietly and did not interrupt. After she finished speaking, she asked, "When the River God was here, what did they pray for?"

Mother Ling was silent for a while, then sighed, "People are greedy and hope that God can give them what they can't get, but God is not obliged to meet everyone's requirements."

It's not a positive answer, but it also shows that when the River God appeared, many people wanted the River God to fulfill their wishes. When the River God couldn't satisfy them, then the God was useless to them.

"Then do you still believe in the river god?"

Mother Ling's loving eyes curved: "Believe, as long as you believe, he exists."

Aya mother's ideological consciousness is quite high, the two chatted for a while, and a smell came from the small kitchen.

zz imagined the scene of the conch cooking with a shovel in his mind, which was very funny.

Ling Qingxuan didn't think much, pushed the door, the young man in the snow-colored long gown with silver wave pattern was standing by the pot, and when he heard the sound from here, he immediately turned his head to look at the door.

The man's blue silk hangs down to his feet, the end of his eyes has a light peach smudge, and his eyes are as shiny as jade, and there is panic inside.

"you……"

Holding the shell in his hand, he smashed it at Ling Qingxuan without thinking.

With a 'pop', the screw shell was accurately caught by the little girl.

"This, who is this?" Aya mother asked cautiously.

He Du looked left and right, his hands and feet were in a panic, as if he wanted to hide in something, his eyes moved to Ling Qingxuan's hand, and his delicate and beautiful face suddenly froze.

He wanted to go back to the shell, but the empty shell was in Ling Qingxuan's hands.

Failed!

Ling Qingxuan calmly accepted, "He is He Du."

At the moment she introduced it, He Du had turned his back to them.

The man also raised his sleeves to hide his face from being seen.

Ling's mother stood there awkwardly, looked at He Du, and then at Ling Qingxuan, she whispered, "Wan Wan, who is he and you?"

The little girl said seriously, "My man."

He Du rolled his sleeves. He thought that Ling Qingxuan would at most say that they were friends, but...

His identity was suddenly recognized, and He Du felt strange in his heart.

Aya's mother's ears froze when she was just talking, and she concentrated on rubbing her ears, so she didn't hear what Aya Qingxuan said, and automatically thought that this was a friend she knew.

Especially seeing the spatula in He Du's hand, he was even more sure.

"You came to us as a guest, how can you cook." Ling's mother stepped forward to help him clean up, and arranged him to sit next to Ling Qingxuan.

He Du:  …

The man's heart was still beating fast, he turned to look at the little girl, with anger on his face, he reached out to her, "Give me the shell."

Ling Qingxuan gave it to him, and pinched his face by the way.

Men's skin is cool and refreshing.

"I heard what you just said outside."

Because of the beliefs of those villagers before, He Du was able to temporarily transform into a human form, but the hearing was still there, and he also heard the conversation between the mother and daughter outside.

The man was slightly proud, "It turns out that your mother is my most loyal believer. If I knew earlier, I would have let your mother be the bride of the River God."

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?

The little girl stretched out her hand again, leaving marks on his face.

"Oops! What are you doing!"

The fair and flawless face was pinched pink, as if she was wearing makeup.

Ling Qingxuan didn't even look at him.

The little guy actually wanted to be her dad.

Not to be outdone, He Du also wanted to pinch her face, but was stopped by the little girl, and with a backhand, twisted his hand to his back.

"you!"

"Come over for dinner." Aya mother greeted, He Du's words stuck in his throat.

He Du's dishes are full of flavor and fragrance, and they are all seafood. These are dishes that cost a lot of money to eat in a restaurant.

"He Du, next time you come to play, don't bring these precious things." Aya mother said embarrassedly.

"No problem." He Du sat upright, his expression very serious.

He couldn't eat mortal things, but he left suddenly and lost his etiquette.

He is suffering now.

Ling Qingxuan is delicious, even if the little guy becomes a god, his craftsmanship is still good.

"Late night, don't patronize yourself to eat." Ayana motioned her to talk more about He Du.

"He's allergic to these and can't eat it." Ling Qingxuan brought vegetables to Ling's mother, "Don't worry about him."

He Du: ? ? ?

Why doesn't he care?

As a bride, do you not serve your own man?

This woman has forgotten what she just said.

He Du silently picked up the shrimp, peeled it, and placed it next to Aya Mu.

He's not kidding, it's better for the bride to find a believer, this little girl Ling Wan is too stubborn.

Ayama's face was slightly embarrassed.

The little girl looked indifferent and put it into her bowl.

The invisible tail behind He Du is about to be turned up again. Look at his bride, she is jealous and nervous about him.

Ling Qingxuan bit it off, "My mother is taking medicine, so she can't eat hair."

By the way, she put a plate of shrimp in front of He Du, "Just because you can't eat it, just peel it when you're bored."

He Du is not boring, not boring at all.

He wanted to throw the plate aside.

He has nothing to do with shrimp.

But seeing the little girl eating the food he cooked so deliciously, she finally resigned herself to peeling the shrimp.