Fall in love with you and the book, Roman Theory Emperor is at the top

In short, Lin Ling’s garbage street is in flames.

These idle Fengdu ghosts said that they all wanted to rent a stall on the garbage street and have some creative dark food.

But undoubtedly, among the many dark dishes, Lin Ling's smoked and explosive kelp soup is definitely a hit.

But no matter how much other ghosts want to imitate, they lose a lot of money in raw materials, and in the end they can only accept their fate and focus on other products.

Lin Ling was very satisfied with the effect of his golden idea, and even more devoted himself to making soup.

However, while she was disturbing, she found a problem: she was the one who made the idea and did the work, why did Xiao Yi who counted the money in the end?

Fortunately, this situation was solved immediately because An Yan, who was working hard, came back.

Speaking of An Yan, Lin Ling was convinced. This little guy was so arrogant. He was obviously willing to help him, and he had to teach her a lesson without any repetition in thirty minutes.

Moreover, what gave Lin Ling a headache was that An Yan seemed to have suffered from a new disease - unreasonable force.

She clearly praised the big red egg on An Yan's ear so sincerely, but she was pinched all over her waist.

Why? Why is this?

I touched Red Dandan, shouldn’t I like it?

Oh, although this is not called red balls.

Then Yanyan, what's this called?

Why didn’t you tell her? Why did you pinch her so hard? How did she understand this? Don’t you still have to continue calling Hongdandan in the future?

However, although An Yan’s minor problem is quite strange, her work ability is unquestionable.

Moreover, she not only loves labor, but also can especially lead others to work together.

Look, in a short while, she developed four clever attacks.

In addition, Yunliu breaks down the production process into four parts, so through assembly line work, the completion speed of this killing kelp soup can be greatly accelerated.

Now, Lin Ling, who had freed up his spare time, can finally count the money.

But immediately, Lin Ling discovered another problem:

Why are they all working hard while Xiao Yi is drinking tea leisurely and listening to other ghosts talking about the mountains?

I am a little boss, shouldn't I be the most idle person?

So, Lin Ling, who suddenly felt a dull face, immediately threw the work of counting money to Yun Liu, and was thrown to Meimei by him without any surprise.

Now, Lin Ling, who has become the real boss, is happily swaying in Fengdu City.

After a sway, Lin Ling came to the open space where the Qing Hall was located.

When the scene was touched, Lin Ling couldn't help but touch the big yellow petals that were much smaller.

If there are more people coming to Fengdu in the future, you can ask them about repairing their souls; or even if your wallet is enough, you can buy it directly.

Lin Ling believed that those who could find Fengdu City were definitely not ordinary people.

Just as Lin Ling was thinking about how to develop transportation in Fengdu, the Qing Palace actually appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the door open to him, Lin Ling scratched her head with some distress: It was late at night, and an old man who had been lonely for many years was inviting him to come to his house for tea.

Lin Ling felt that if he just went in like this, he would definitely be scolded again.

But before Lin Ling could report to her in-laws, she was swept in by a cold wind.

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Although this is Lin Ling's second time entering the Qing Palace, Lin Ling always feels a smoothing behind her without the whimpering sounds of not very authentic ghosts.

Fortunately, this time, all the withered flowers and plants became alive, and Lin Ling could even see a little couple in the courtyard.

The woman in white, in a fairy-like look, with her silk sleeves flying, her waist twisting, her lotus steps moving, and her wild dance among the flowers.

The man in the dark clothes could not hide his domineering aura even when he was blowing Xiao. The only way to look at the woman was gentle as if he was about to drip water.

In short, men and women are beautiful, and fairies are married.

So, does the old man Qingping want to find himself to remember the past?

Thinking of the information obtained from An Yan and what Zhang Yu Niang said before her death, Lin Ling guessed that this beautiful girl probably had...

After sighing, Lin Ling continued to walk in. OK, okay, just like a trash can.

But the old man is sometimes very bad.

Lin Ling left a few times, but in the end they all returned to the courtyard.

Lin Ling had no choice but to hold her cheek and look at the Wang Man and Woman in front of her with her eyes blankly.

Don’t blame Lin Ling for scolding people. She is just a common person. She doesn’t understand the beauty of flowers and can’t appreciate the dance like flowers. It’s amazing to see it. If you see too much, you want to cut the stage.

Perhaps because Lin Ling's expression was not intoxicating enough, the man in the dark clothes suddenly turned his head and said, "Ha, you little fat guy is quite brave. You dare to despise your woman so much."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ling's eyes lit up, and he immediately turned around the man in the dark clothes, and said with a flattering look on his face: "Big Qingping, how did you do this ghost? I won't bother you to teach me, so you can just do it a few times for the younger ones to see?"

Lin Ling is really envious. After she learns, can she assist the stupid little angel brother and sister?

Although she was worshipped like this, Qing Ping's mood did not improve at all. Not to mention that this little fat ghost was just thinking about learning skills from her own place, and the liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth was inexplicably disgusting.

Qing Ping couldn't bear it anymore, so he smashed the big yellow flower on Lin Ling, and said in a bad tone: "If you do such a vulgar behavior in front of me, I will lock your soul in this courtyard forever."

But such words obviously did not hurt Lin Ling. She happily held the big yellow flower on her head, and it was indeed a feeling of comfort throughout.

While moved, Lin Ling initiated a worthless good person card: "Big Qingping, you are a good ghost."

"Haha, I dare to treat such a big or small person as a person, and I have no soul."

Qing Ping threatened that, however, the big yellow flowers did not take back, so as not to prevent the little fat ghost from drooling all over the ground and dirty the land.

"Then what do you want me to call you?"

Lin Ling thought about it and swallowed Lao Hei.

"bottle."

After Qing Ping finished speaking, his eyes were a little ethereal.

"Oh, bottle."

Although Lin Ling didn't understand where the name was respectful, he still called it obediently.

As a result, the next second, she was grabbed by the pengqingping and lifted up.

"Ha, what are you? You deserve to be called this person?"

Qing Ping tried harder the more he said, but immediately he threw Lin Ling harder to the ground, and his expression changed unpredictably: "You are obviously as bold as her, why don't you feel that way when you call me? Why can't you even shout a name?"

After Qingping finished speaking, he began to release low air pressure.

But immediately, the Qingqiu quickly withdrew the low pressure and said softly: "By the way, I forgot that you are not her, you are the little fat cat she raised."
Chapter completed!