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Chapter 67 I am willing to marry the prince

'咚咚' knocked on the door.

Qiao Ning yawned, rubbed his eyes, stood up from the chair and opened the door.

The door opened suddenly, and the light from outside rushed into the room. The dark room was instantly dazzling, and you could clearly see the messy big bed, the messy tabletop, and the discarded paper balls...

Qiao Ning's eyes were filled with red blood and her face was pale, as if she had suffered some kind of torture.

Qiao Ning yawned, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She looked at Song Mowei, "What's wrong?"

"It's time to have breakfast." Song Mo glanced at the messy room. In the dim room, the computer screen emitted a dazzling light, "Did you stay up late last night?"

"We stayed up late arguing." Qiao Ning couldn't help but kept yawning. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears and walked out, "Thank you for the breakfast. I'll come tonight."

Song Mowei did not refuse. This kind of life was relaxed and comfortable. Compared with the oppression of the Song family, this place was simply paradise!

Qiao Ning is a warm-hearted little angel!

Song Mowei's heart softened, "I'm going to see the editor in the afternoon, and I'll buy groceries when I come back in the evening. Is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

"Spicy strips! And steamed buns!"

It had been a long time since she had eaten spicy strips and steamed buns, and she missed it very much.

Song Mo was slightly sad. If she were Qiao Ning, she would definitely not be able to enjoy such hardships as she does.

"Eating spicy strips at night can cause acne. I'll buy some spicy beef, okay?"

Qiao Ning looked at Song Mowei's expression and wondered what crazy thing she had in mind, so she reluctantly agreed, "Okay."

Song Mowei has a cold face all day long, why is he still sentimental?

Qiao Ning's eyes lingered on Song Mowei's cold face, and she was very confused.

Breakfast is millet porridge with sandwiches, which is a bit strange.

Qiao Ning took out a ham sausage from the bag she brought and looked at Song Mowei, "Would you like one?"

Song Mowei: "...No, thank you."

What's in her bag?
Qiao Ning fried the ham, cut it into small slices, placed it on the plate, and even smeared tomato sauce on it in a ritualistic manner.

'rustle'

Qiao Ning and Song Mowei stopped eating and looked at the TV cabinet in the living room where the sound was coming from, the vase.

The vase shook and made a rustling sound.

Chilling.

The vase swings more and more, and seems about to fall.

Qiao Ning threw the sandwich in his hand onto the plate and rushed towards the vase, "Why are you making so much noise in the morning? No one is allowed to eat breakfast!"

Qiao Ning held the vase with both hands, took it off the TV cabinet, and shook it up and down.

The tone was indignant.

"Don't you know breakfast is the most important?"

"You are an earthbinder!"

"Know your place!"

Qiao Ning had dark circles under her eyes, red bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and resentment heavier than a vase.

She had a quarrel with a professor last night because of a prescription from an ancient book. The other person insisted on following the script, which made her very angry!
How old are you, and you still can’t learn to be flexible?
Ancient books only set a precedent, but to regard them as the supreme standard is simply stupid!

Qiao Ning was filled with anger, and the vase gradually became silent.

Song Mowei's eyes twitched and he walked towards Qiao Ning, "Will the talisman be unable to hold down this vase?"

Qiao Ning gritted her back molars, her delicate little face was as hard as a hammer, "There's no need to press it, it's better to resolve it as soon as possible."

Qiao Ning took a deep breath to calm down the anger that filled her body.

"I plan to hold a live broadcast to get rid of this ghost." Qiao Ning looked at Song Mowei, "The main purpose is to popularize the knowledge about earth-binding spirits. Do you mind?"

"I don't mind." Song Mowei added, "We will participate in a variety show together in a few days, and we will be on camera."

Qiao Ning nodded, "Then let's eat first. After dinner, I will start the live broadcast."

Qiao Wanwanv: Live broadcast on time at [-]:[-] in the morning.

[Gradually: Ning, you were engaged in guerrilla warfare in your last life, right? 】

[Fengyin: Even me this time!Even me! 】

[Honghou: I believe in the vision of the Beijing News! 】【Avocado: Let me learn more!Touch a fish by the way! 】

Eight ten in the morning.

"Hi ~ good morning!"

Qiao Ning turned on the live broadcast and waved her hand. Because her face was not good, Song Mowei hurriedly applied a layer of concealer on her.

[Gradually: Ning Zai’s face is so pale, could he be sick?Pay attention to rest! 】

sby gives away 'Carnival'*10
[sby: Pay attention to rest. 】

[Avocado: There is really an inexplicable tranquility in Qiao Wanwan’s live broadcast room!I have been very irritable recently, but when I saw Qiao Wanwan, my heart suddenly calmed down! 】

Qiao Ning browsed the comments. Most of them were old fans. They were concerned about her body and asked her to take a rest.

She blinked and said, "Thank you for your concern. I'm not sick. I stayed up late last night to deal with some things. Don't worry."

"The live broadcast today is not to connect, but to let everyone take a look at this vase."

Qiao Ning moved the camera, and the vase suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room.

[Gradually: This vase must be an antique. I have a similar one at home. 】

[Niu Zibangjian: Don’t be kidding, the host’s room is very small and the furniture is ordinary. How could he put antiques at home? 】

[Xingzai: It’s probably a fake! 】

[ Lie Yan: Is she trying to show off a fake? 】

"There is an Earthbinder in this vase."

Qiao Ning's clear voice was as beautiful as jade, but as shocking as thunder.

[Gradually: Earth-bound spirit? 】

[Niu Zibangjian: As far as I know, that’s something from other countries. 】

[Xingzi: The anchor overturned? 】

[Fanhua: The anchor recommended by the Beijing News is promoting feudal superstition?Don't be too shocked! 】

Qiao Ning did not look at the barrage, but raised her hand to flick the bottle, "Earth-bound spirits are also called earth-bound spirits. They are imprisoned by the venue and can only leave if they find their next replacement."

"The earthbinder in this vase has been imprisoned for at least 300 years."

"Today I will introduce you to the Earth-Binding Spirit."

Qiao Ning handed the phone to Song Mowei, "Please take it for me."

Song Mowei took the phone and pointed the camera at Qiao Ning, chatting happily in the barrage.

[Gradually: Is it Sister Nan?Are you two living together? ! 】

[Crazy sister: Eat!Start drinking! 】

[Xingzi: No, are you sick? 】

[Niu Zibangjian: Oh, the anchor is no longer offline to make money. He is both gay and a prostitute. The Beijing News took your money, right? 】

Song Mo frowned slightly, his slightly cold voice tainted with displeasure, "Hello, I am Qiao Ning's roommate, not Miss Nan Lingxinan."

Song sent out 'Carnival'*10
Song sent out 'Carnival'*10
Song sent out 'Carnival'*10
Song sent out 'Carnival'*10
Song sent out 'Carnival'*10
[Gradually: Where did the big boss come from again?It seems like the carnival costs nothing! 】

sby gives away 'Carnival'*10
sby gives away 'Carnival'*10
sby gives away 'Carnival'*10
sby gives away 'Carnival'*10
[Crazy sister: Brother Sby, why don’t you surpass Big Song?Let’s compete! 】

[Avocado: What a magical live broadcast room! 】

[sby: Respect Mr. Song. 】

[Gradually: Ah ah ah, you know each other! 】

[Ming Mingming is confused: Woohoo, I also want to do the carnival without blinking an eye! 】

[Luoluo: I am willing to marry the prince, even if it is a concubine@财神哥]

[Repeatedly: +1]

Song Mowei's eyes twitched as he barraged a series of '+1''+10086', which was quite lively.

'Clang'

The vase suddenly fell to the ground and collided with the floor, making a crisp sound.

(End of this chapter)