Chapter 643 The little ghost scares away, a good table of dishes

  After all, it was a meeting in Pingshui, and I don’t know who the other girl is and how old she is.

  Zhou Yanchen can only think about it in his heart, thinking that if his other half is like that girl, he should not be disgusted, right?

  Sitong just caught the firecrackers thrown by the little ghosts.

   "Ah! It's over, it really blows up!"

   "Let’s run!"

   "Will she go to sue! It's miserable."

  The little ghosts are holding small firecrackers and lighters, standing still watching Sitong.

  To see if Si Tong was injured by the small firecrackers, she ran back crying and called her mother to complain.

  Naturally not.

  Not only did not, Si Tong held the hand of the small firecracker that exploded in her hand and stretched forward.

  It seemed to have squeezed the outer packaging of the small firecracker that had exploded. When the hand was opened, all the gunpowder in the small firecracker fell down.

  Spread a pool of powder from Si Tong's hands.

  "Although the appearance is different, the essence is still gunpowder." Si Tong looked at the powder that was all spilled, smelling this very unpleasant smell, and whispered softly.

  Thousands of years ago, it was not only in Wu's time that humans invented firecrackers, but the firecrackers were just invented at that time, and few people would use them.

   And firecrackers are hard to find, Wu Buwei once set off firecrackers in his home.

  The internal materials are still made with gunpowder as it was a thousand years ago.

  Shi Hitomi is talking to himself.

  Wen Haoran, who had been avoiding the bombardment of small firecrackers, desperately followed, and said something in her mouth:

   "Oh my sister! Your hand...isn't it hurt? If you blow up firecrackers, grandpa will kill me!"

   Wei Fang also ran forward, looking worriedly at Si Tong's hand: "Are you okay?"

  The two saw that Si Tong's hands were white and clean, not to mention that there would be traces of being wounded by small firecrackers, that is, there were no traces of gunpowder left.

  Worried about the two who ran over, startled.

   The group of little ghosts across the street saw that someone gave a head: "It's a monster! She must be a monster!"

   "Run! Hahaha, run—"

   broke up in a rush.

   also runs very fast.

  Like Sitong is really a monster who can eat people, a group of little ghosts slipped away in an instant.

  "Hey? This group..." These little rascals. As soon as Wen Haoran wanted to spit, a man who was visually taller than 1.75 meters walked up in front of him.

  "Hello." Zhou Yanchen came over and greeted Wen Haoran first, and then apologized: "They are all children nearby. They all play together. They are used to making noise, but there is nothing malicious in them."

   "I just can't get used to those little rascals." Wen Haoran even took off his shoes just now, trying to get hard with those little rascals, but was suddenly stopped, and said angrily.

  Zhou Yanchen smiled, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Si Tong who was silent.

  The little ghost is scared away by Sitong, and the firecracker battle does not end.

Si Tong turned around and went back to Wei's house without looking at anyone.

  ...

  Grandpa Wei, in order to entertain far-reaching visitors, let the family cook a large table of fish and meat.

  Round table.

  Si Tong sat in the corner and said nothing.

   "The child is quite silent, haha." Grandpa Wei poured a glass of wine for Grandpa Wen, smiling brightly.

  "Silence is silence, but Tongtong's ability is not small!" Old man Wen hadn't seen Grandpa Wei for several years, and he had a lot to say.

   "Oh?" Grandpa Wei was surprised, "How do you say?"

   "If there were no Hitomi, I'm afraid—" It would be dead. Old man Wen didn't have time to finish a whole sentence.

   A mother-in-law's voice sounded at the door: "In-law, it's so lively! I, an orphan and a widow, can you follow me to join in the fun!"

   is an aunt in her fifties who walked in from outside the house with a young man.

   is aunt Wang from the same village. She is a distant relative with Grandpa Wei. She doesn’t usually communicate very often, but at any rate she is a distant relative and a widow. Her husband died of a serious illness 20 years ago, and she has become familiar with herself.

  "Come on! Sit down! There are plenty of food today! Come on!" Grandpa Wei generously invited.

  Aunt Wang took her son and sat down.

  Aunt Wang’s son is not someone else, but Zhou Yanchen, who met with Si Tong not long ago.

  (End of this chapter)