162 The gift from the little four next door

By the way, Tongtong, you don’t know the way of our witch tribe duel.” Ruomeng suddenly had an inspiration, and as soon as he said this, he became quiet.

Ye Meitong looked at Ruomeng. Since she had no way to abstain from the power, it seemed that she could only bite the bullet and go, so she still had to figure out the details of her opponent. If she competed, she would die miserably.

"The duel of our witch tribe is divided into literary fight and military fight. The so-called literary fight is just verbal kung fu, and military fight will be more cruel." Ruomeng said this and glanced at Ye Meitong, without further talk, for fear that she would have something to understand.

"What kind of verbal skills?" Ye Meitong said puzzledly. Could it be that the quarrel was not enough?

"It's just a conversation until the other party can't speak." Ruomeng explained, Ye Meitong looked dark, this was a disguised quarrel. Unexpectedly, his husband would be in danger of being lost to his mouth.

"So what is the fight?" Ye Meitong was speechless at the witch clan. She could even speak so well in a quarrel. She could do anything else.

"Martial battle is a competition. Although the women of our witch clan do not major in martial arts, they can also do basic self-defense." As she said that, Ruomeng glanced at Ye Meitong with some concern. As far as she knew, Ye Meitong had no skill, so she had no chance of winning.

"What? It's really a competition." Ye Meitong slapped the table and found that what she didn't want to happen was actually fulfilled. Did God deliberately want to play with her?

If you dream of Ye Meitong's reaction so much, you nodded helplessly, which proves that Ye Meitong is really not wrong. Her face is as dark as the bottom of a pot, and you can see that she is really angry.

"Uh, in fact, you may not necessarily choose a martial arts fight." Ruomeng comforted weakly. He said this sentence with no confidence. Even she didn't believe it. Ye Meitong had a dark face. Ruomeng suddenly felt that Ye Meitong was really terrifying and swallowed the remaining tail note back into her stomach.

Dongfang Yue didn't expect Ye Meitong to scare Ruomeng like this, and immediately began to feel unfair about Ruomeng. "You woman is angry and you don't look for the right person, who told you to fight?" Dongfang Yue's accusation made Ye Meitong's face sink a little more.

However, if he raised his face, he was almost down to the ground, but as long as he was involved, he would be caught no matter where he was.

The cold eyes shot straight at Ruothi, and for a moment he looked at each other. Ruothi hurriedly looked away because he really didn't have the courage to pluck the hair from the tiger's mouth and touch his neck again, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

"Okay, okay, eat first." Ruo dreamed of such a strange atmosphere, and quickly smoothed out the situation, watching the dishes on the table getting cold.

He was as angry as Ye Meitong. When he was holding the chopsticks to pick up the meat, it was like the meat had a grudge against her. He almost poked the meat. No one dared to say anything, just pretending that he didn't see it. Everyone was eating the rice in the bowl, but occasionally looked up and looked at it and was still fighting with the meat.

"Tongtong, the flesh is rotten." The people at the table were still the most kind of people, and they dared to talk to Ye Meitong under such circumstances.

At this time, Ye Meitong's eyes were always staring at Ruoti, as if he had used the meat poked on chopsticks as Ruoti. When he heard Ruo Meng's words, he turned around and looked at Ruo Meng, "I just like to eat rotten meat." He gritted his teeth, but his eyes were naked and releasing a cold light.

As a last resort, Ruomeng withdrew her gaze. It seemed that Ye Meitong couldn't listen at all now, so it would be better to eat. People at the table were so quiet that they could only hear the sound of eating and chopsticks hitting the bowl, and the sound of someone gritting their teeth.

The meal was spent in the smoke of gunpowder. As soon as they put down the bowls and chopsticks, Zuo Yi and Ruoti disappeared at the same time. At this time, Ye Meitong was left alone and still fighting the food. When others were eating, she used to poke the meat. Now that they had finished eating, she was still eating.

In the end, only Feng Qianye was left. Dongfang Yue looked at Ye Meitong with helpless look on her face. Ye Meitong seemed to feel two gazes while eating. She looked at the two of them with dissatisfaction. Can this still make people have a good meal? If someone has a meal and stares at her like this, will she say that she is under great pressure?

It seemed that I felt the calming atmosphere around me, "If I really don't have a chance of winning, I don't have to be too arrogant." Dongfang Yue didn't leave for a long time, so I said to Ye Meitong. Although I knew that Ye Meitong was never a stubborn person, when this woman was impulsive, she couldn't control her at all, and she didn't care whether she was showing off or not.

Ye Meitong gave Dongfang Yue a blank look. Is she such a person? Tell him with his eyes, get out of here, now he has eaten and drunk enough, and he has lost all his energy, and has returned to peace. After receiving Feng Qianye's suspicious gaze, Ye Meitong looked calm.

"Stop looking at me with that look. I just want to scare Ruoti that dead child." Ye Meitong said helplessly.

"It's really just a scare?" Feng Qianye obviously didn't believe it. The fact that she pinched Ruo's neck this afternoon was still vivid in her mind. She was just a scare. That was really achieving that goal.

Ye Meitong smiled embarrassedly, "I used to urge me to strangle him to death, but then I pretended." Ye Meitong explained.

"Oh? Then should I praise you for your progress?" Feng Qianye did not expose Ye Meitong's lies, but instead echoed.

Ye Meitong smiled and looked so late outside. Let's take a shower and go to bed. Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow. Anyway, she wouldn't be scared by that woman, so she pulled Feng Qianye and left the hall.

Dongfang Yue looked at the two of them leaving and sighed helplessly. This woman really said that the wind is just rain, and turning her face faster than turning a book.

Ruomeng, who came back from the door, held a bunch of books in her hand. Seeing that Ye Meitong was gone, she asked in confusion: "Tongtong, where have you been?"

Dongfang Yue glanced at Ruomeng and stopped her gaze on the book in Ruomeng's hand, with a confused look on her face: "She just left."

"Ah, then I'll send this book to her first." As he said that, Ruomeng was going to deliver the book to Ye Meitong.

Dongfang Yue hurriedly called out, Ruomeng who was about to leave: "What book did you send?" A bad premonition flashed in her heart. Could it be that it was a bunch of them in her hands.

"No, that's all." Ruomeng raised the book in her hand, "These are martial arts secrets, I collected them, and it should be necessary to see Tongtong." Speaking of these, she had collected them for a long time, but she had no interest in practicing, so she kept it there and became moldy. Now she finally has their place to use them, and was eager to take them out.

Dongfang Yue held down the beating temple and couldn't tell Ruomeng's behavior. "You'd better not try hard, Feng Qianye will find a way." He didn't believe that Feng Qianye would stand by, but what he didn't know was that Feng Qianye was really planning to stand by.

When Ruomeng heard Feng Qianye, he felt relieved. Then he realized that Tongtong had an omnipotent husband, so he didn't need any martial arts secrets. He put a bunch of books in his hand on the table, but a book just fell into Dongfang Yue's eyes, Nine Yang Divine Arts, One Yang Finger, what kind of books are these? He looked at Ruomeng strangely.

This look happened to be captured by Ruomeng. Looking along Dongfang Yue's gaze, "That was given by Xiaosi next door." There was no sign of embarrassment.
Chapter completed!