Piano

Chapter 45 Plywood fifth I choose beep, I choose beep!
"What? Saliva? My God, Feng Xi, you won't be reduced to the point where even the bird's saliva will be stewed!"

Bi Fangniao yelled with his neck on his neck, and without any surprise, he received a "love touch" from Feng Xi in the next second: "If you tell you to spit, you can spit it out, how can there be so much nonsense."

"Beep, beep, don't say that I really scalded your bald hair and threw it into the pot, and stewed it into the old duck soup you have been thinking about!" Feng Xi lowered his eyes, and after finishing speaking, he gave it to Bi Fang again, cutting it into a bird. His head twisted, and his eyes stared at gold stars.

However, Bi Fang, who had been slapped four times in a row, was still full of dissatisfaction so far. Gu Zi turned his head and tilted his bird face, stubbornly and tenaciously rolled his eyes at Feng Xi (Lan Xuesheng felt that it was actually very likely that Feng Xi Pinching the neck and turning white): "No, I'm going to beep!"

"If you want to beep, you will be beaten - beaten or beep, you can choose one of the two." Feng Xi was expressionless, and raised his hand before the sound fell.

"It's useless to beat me up," Bi Fang yelled, stretching his head, "I choose beep, I choose beep!"

Feng Xi nodded: "Okay, you asked for it yourself."

"Snapped!"

"Continue, following—" "Crack!"

"Why don't you talk about martial arts with this piano—" "Crack!"

"I said—" "Crack!"

"You!" "Crack!"

Lan Xue, who was forced to observe the whole process, was stunned. She stood by the pot and watched Bi Fang's red-spotted bird's head become more and more swollen during the stalemate between the qin and the bird. I can't see my eyes clearly.

At the same time, the bird also changed from a rebellious body at the beginning to a rigid beak all over its body, and finally begged for mercy on the spot.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufuu" He raised his eyebrows and said, "If you've been so obedient earlier, you don't have to suffer like this? Throw it up!"

"Woooo, I'm going to vomit, I'm going to vomit right now - into the pot, right?" Bi Fang kicked around with one leg, struggling to point his mouth at the soup pot, "Heh bah!"

"I'm done vomiting, I'm done vomiting Feng Xi, woo woo, throw it back for me, I don't dare to challenge you again woo woo woo—"

After vomiting, Bi Fang writhed and cried endlessly. Feng Xi thought its movement was too disturbing, so she quickly carried it back to the realm of the piano.

Bi Fang, who was carried out by someone pinching his neck, was carried back by someone in the same way. Lan Xuesheng looked down at the two half-green and red bird feathers left on the ground, feeling a sense of emotion in her heart for no reason. .

——This group of legendary ancient beasts all have violent tempers.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Xi has really suffered all these years. Her Xiqin has so many strange and different personalities sealed inside her body, and there are basically few worry-free beasts. She really has to follow the kindergarten. The principal is as busy.

Moreover, this group of strange beasts is much more difficult to manage than the disobedient children of three or five years old.

Tsk tsk, it's not easy.

Lan Xuesheng shook her head, and after thinking about it, she went into the kitchen with the soup pot.

I wonder if the saliva that Bi Fangniao would spit into the small pot played a role, the old Ho Luo scales that she couldn't even break off before, will be placed on the stove, and they won't come out. After two hours, it was simmered down to a simmer and turned into slag.

Whoops, it worked once.

Looking at the pot of fish glue, Lan Xuesheng was stunned. She knew that the glue could be stewed in one go, so she soaked and stewed the hundred fish scales together.

Why is it like this now, you have to find another time to bother Feng Xi again... maybe by the way, you have to give that unlucky Bi Fang an extra beating.

Of course, Toriko's temper really needs a beating.

Lan Xue cursed inwardly, turned off the fire and waited for the gelatin in the pot to cool down for five minutes before taking gauze and a small glass jar the size of a fist, carefully filtering out the clear gelatin in the middle and upper layers of the pot.

The isinglass boiled from two pieces of He Luo's old scales can be about half a can. Lan Xuesheng counted with her fingers. Five liang of fried glue is mixed with bletilla striata, wheat, and asparagus. It can almost be boiled. There are ten sets of strings, and the glue she boiled out today is about half a tael. If the test loss is eliminated and some savings are made, this glue is just enough for her to make two strings.

In this way, the strings can be officially drawn tomorrow.

Lan Xuesheng, who hadn't made strings for a long time, felt a little bit of nameless joy in her heart, and even when she was cleaning the pot, she was in a particularly comfortable mood.

Feng Xi, who was crouching on the sofa and pulling the little green book, heard the movement in the kitchen, so she couldn't help getting up and leaning over to take a look.

"So excited, is your fish gelatin boiled?" Feng Xi leaned against the door and poked her head, Lan Xue hummed a little tune and closed her jaw slightly: "It's boiled, it's ready, if I had known, I would have soaked more Cut the fish scales, so as not to have to cook for the second time."

"It's okay, let's divide it into two times, the second time is more experienced, maybe it will survive better." Feng Xi laughed, "Left and right Bi Fang can't run away, and He Luo is not the one who runs around all over the place. .”

"That's true." Lan Xue nodded, and took the opportunity to shake her doubts when she put away the pot, "But having said that, Xiao Fengfeng, when it comes to Bi Fang, I really have some questions and I want to ask you."

"Why can it speak human words directly? I remember that Juhu and Ahsi seem to have transformed into Taoism before they can speak?"

"Because Bi Fang has been practicing for a longer time, and his Taoism is deeper." The corners of Feng Xi's lips curled slightly, and she helped Lan Xuesheng wipe the sink surface, "In this way, when he can change his Taoist body, Ah Si and the others may still It’s not official yet.”

"So, he is more familiar with human language, even in the body state, he can easily speak human language, unlike Ah Si and Yuhu who - it's not that they can't directly open their mouths to speak human language, but they are not used to it. So I like to be lazy."

"Of course, on the other hand, Bi Fang poses a greater threat to ordinary people, and has more seals on his body." Feng Xi shrugged.

"Oh, no wonder Ah Si and He Luoluo ran out. This one-legged bird with a violent temper and a rebellious body hasn't run away yet." Lan Xue said clearly, "Even Jinxiu Qin was also carried around by you."

"Yes," Feng Xi smiled, "and their fiery beasts are more or less irritable, especially those that tend to be ferocious beasts rather than ordinary beasts, and the seals on their bodies will only become more and more. Fewer."

"That's right, it's not that it doesn't want to run away, it's just that it can't run away - if it had the chance to escape, it probably would have jumped out to have fun."

"Well, it can be seen that when it kicked in your hand, dissatisfaction and yearning for freedom were written all over its face." Lan Xuesheng deeply agreed with this.

"It's like this, it's a bird with seven dissatisfaction and eight dissatisfaction all day long, and it doesn't like anyone." Feng Xi's eyes are calm, but there is a subtle rise in the end, "Also, it fantasizes about stepping on me all day long. Domineering on the top of the head..."

"Tsk, I won't talk about the sound of snow, the more I talk about it, the more itchy my fist will be... Now I'll go to the Qin Middle Realm and give him a good beating!" Feng Xi said, without turning back, he stepped into the piano .

Looking at her back, Lan Xue couldn't help clasping her hands together, and silently offered two sticks of incense to Bi Fang in her heart——

Good, good.

　The dead duck has a tough mouth, Bi Xiaofang, it escaped by running fast today, and Lan Lan will probably catch it next time it reappears

　　
　
(End of this chapter)