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Song Shuhang bought a bone chopping tea knife and soy sauce and ran home at the fastest possible speed!

“To be fooled by that leek.” He's got this onion, just a regular onion. It's just that this onion smells like an 'onion demon', and it's been hiding from him for a while.

--When he was buying soy sauce, when he picked up the soy sauce with his right hand, the power on his finger accidentally grew stronger, and this‘ onion essence ’actually broke in half...

It's in half!

Song Shuhang immediately understood that the 'onion essence’ in his hand was a fake. Really green onion... still in my own home, could have escaped!

“Damn, too careless.” Song Shuhang has always been extremely cautious and cautious in matters relating to ‘repairs’.

I didn't expect to be careless when dealing with this onion sperm.

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After running home quickly, Song Shuhang immediately looked at the situation at home.

He then relaxed in a dark tone and the house was calm. Zhao Yaya and her two friends in the living room stole whispers. In the study, Father Song and Father Lu and Song didn't know what they were talking about. Mother Song is still busy in the kitchen... looks like the onion sperm didn't show up and caused trouble.

“So, did the leeks run away?” Song Shuhang darkly runs the "True Me Meditation Scripture", and then uses the mental power trick "Spiritual Detection Method".

At this time, Song Shuhang's spiritual power is much stronger than before. When the spiritual power is fully deployed, it is enough to cover all of his family.

When the "Spiritual Detective Act" unfolded, Zhao Yayasan, Song's father and Lu's son, who were communicating, paused at the same time. It felt like someone was spying on themselves and had some hair in their heart.

At the same time, everything in the family, even the ants crawling in the dark corner, was reflected in Song Shuhang's mind. Of course... the images Song Shuhang can still sense are very rough. Although the ant can be sensed, the ant is a small mosaic in his senses.

Bigger human objects, basically, can already be mapped into his mind like video footage.

After searching for a long time... Song Shuhang couldn't find the ‘Onion Essence’.

Trouble, if the leek demon really escapes, if he spreads the ‘enlightenment stone’ thing, then he's in trouble.

Hey, wait!

What's in Mom's hand?

That three-foot-three guy, isn't that my knife? How did you get into Mom's hands?

When I was wondering, I saw my mother coming out of the kitchen with a knife.

“Ah Hang, you're back, why are you standing in front of the door like this? Give me the chopper and the soy sauce, it's just in time.” Mama Song dumped the Shatter Blade on Song Shu Hangdao.

“Cough, Mom, what are you doing with this knife?” Song Shuhang swallowed his saliva and asked.

“Ha ha, you have a nice decorative knife. It's quite handy. It's sharper than I thought. If I didn't want to get your decorative knife dirty, I would have used it to cut the ribs.” Mama Song laughed.

And she said, "Well, I saw some leeks in the closet at the door. Perhaps I accidentally left it on my way back in the morning, so I took it back to the kitchen to cut it off and prepare the fried dish 'Spring Onion Lamb'. But it's strange —— the onion on the counter can't be cut off. ”

When Mama Song said this, she frowned: “It's strange, I've never met such an onion, I can't even cut a knife. When I think back, I always feel like something's wrong. ”

Shit, Mama Song took her back to the kitchen.

“Ha-ha-ha, Mom, that onion is really special. It was a gift from a friend of mine, said to be a new breed of leek seedlings. I was gonna take it home to plant it, ha-ha-ha.” Song Shu's horse is full of serious nonsense - no, he's been lying more and more lately to cover up some of the 'real world' stuff.

“Oh, so you brought back a new breed. No wonder.” Mother Song didn't really think about it, so she accepted the argument of her son.

Song Shuhang's breath relaxed - wait a minute, Mom has a knife in her hand to crush... lying down, Leek Jing, is everything all right?

He swallowed his saliva: "Mom, is that onion seedling still there? ”

“Oh, I cut it off. I couldn't cut it with a kitchen knife, so I remembered your decorative knife. And then I took this knife and tried to cut it, and it worked. A few knives down to cut it into chips, you used it well.” Mama Song laughed.

Song Shuhangton looked silly: “What about leeks? ”

“It's made of leeks and lamb. Speaking of which, your new seedlings are really interesting. Clearly the knife is unharmed, but after it was cut off, it passed through the oil, and it quickly sautéed gently. The flavour is also delicious. You can try it later. I'm so proud of the chives.” Mama Song is proud of Yangtze.

Lamb shallots... Lamb shallots... Lamb shallots...

You're not going to die, are you?

Besides, why doesn't that leek resist? In the face of a life-and-death crisis, why did she let Mother Song slice her?

“What about the onion root, Mom? Is the onion root still there?” Song Shuhang holds one last glimmer of hope - if he doesn't know the onion is cut off on top, will he die? After all, it's a vegetative fairy word. Perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope for survival?

“Throw it by the kitchen. Why the roots? Oh... forget that you want to bring back this onion seedling is grown.” Mother Song pointed to the kitchen: “Go in and look for it yourself. Several spring onions are mixed together, beside the caseboard. I'll hang this knife for you first. ”

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Song Shuhang flew quickly to the kitchen, and soon he discovered the ‘spring root’ of the shallots.

It's full of lush essence.

“Hello, are you alive?” Song Shuhang asked softly.

However, the leek essence did not answer, but the leek root trembled slightly.

Looks like he's not dead yet...

Song Shuhang relieved his breath, and he picked up the onion root and put it away. Then, he glanced at the plate of Song Mama's proud work, "Shallots and Lamb."

Three hundred years of scrambled lamb —— is that a big complement? Or do you eat dead people?

After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and quickly climbed into the group "Jiuzhou No. 1".

Book Mountain Stress: “Seniors, my mother cut my 300 years of leek sperm to fry lamb... Leek sperm only has a truncation left, can you survive? Besides, if you fry lamb for 300 years, will you die? Wait online, it's urgent! ”

This dish is my mother's pride. I'll definitely serve it to my family later. What if I eat the dead? If he eats dead people, he has to do something about it.

Quickly, someone replied.

He is the senior of the North River Scatter, so long as he is online, he will always be the first to reply: “[0_0] 300 years of leek sperm? That's not common. Let me answer your first question: Leek Jin, as long as the roots are not too damaged, there is hope of survival. Bury it in the dirt and pour some Spirit Springs every day to restore it. As for the second question, I haven't tasted shredded lamb in 300 years and don't know how to answer it. ”

At this time, Drunken Moon Master replied: “Second question: Assuming your mother is a 'cook fairy’, that is, a real profession like Don't Snow Fairy, 300 years of scrambled lamb meat is a big complement, even ordinary people can eat it to extend their life! ”

Book Mountain is under a lot of pressure: "… Don't be ridiculous, my mother is an ordinary person. ”

Drunken Moon Master: “Well, in that case, ordinary people must not eat! Three hundred years of leprechaun, there is a lot of demonic smell inside, ordinary people will be tempted by demonic smell when eaten. ”

Book Mountain is under a lot of pressure: "What happens when you get confused? ”

Drunken Moon Master: “After confusion... you will die wonderfully! Deaths of all kinds, you better not try it out of curiosity. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

Why would a ghost try something like this out of curiosity?

Drunken Moon Master added: “And I estimate that the monks should be careful eating this' 300 Years Old Leek Stir-fried Lamb ', in case it is affected by the demonic smell inside, it will be very troublesome. ”

Song Shuhang sighed - you sent him to eat and he didn't want to eat it. Just think of the onion energy turned into a delicate girl, but how did you sigh?

He's not a pervert, much less a people-eater.

--I definitely got rid of this chives and lamb, although I feel so sorry for Mom's cooking, I think I should pour it out!

At this time, the three waves of the mad knife emerged: "Book sailing buddy, do you sell your 300 years of onion root? I'm collecting materials for Don't Snow Fairy's 'Culinary Banquet’. Maybe you'll be useful for 300 years. ”

“…” Song Shuhang silenced for a moment and replied: “Senior, it's not very good. Three hundred years of practicing leek essence is not easy, so it can be easily transformed into a human form, with a divine intelligence. I can't bear to send her to a fairy feast and cook her for people to eat. It's a life anyway. ”

When Song Shuhang's words were sent, Gunliton silenced half the time.

“Whoa! Wait!” Three-wave a blood-sprayed look: “Did you just say that your onion sperm has created a divine mind? Can it still be a human form? ”

“Three hundred years of leeks demonized into shapes?” The North River is scattered with questions.

“Since you've become a human being, with your strength, you can still catch her? And you made leeks and lamb?” Drunk Moon House followed closely.

“Impossible, are you confused by the evil smell of leeks? Plant freaks, 300 years at most accumulate some demons, can't the gods open up?” Lord Snow Wolf Cave was surprised.

Looking at the screen brushing reaction of the seniors in the group, Song Shuhang wondered: “Is there anything strange about the demonization of onions as a human form? ”

At this time, Zhenjun Huangshan said: “Book navigation, let me make up some common sense for you. Let me give you an example. The beans are right next to you, right? It is now converted to the cultivation of a human monk as the pinnacle of four pints, and it is only one step away from gathering the 'demon dan’ to complete the 'shaping’ phase. Demon Dan, is the Golden Dan of the Brothers of Humanity. As long as it's weird, no demon Dan will ever be a human being! Animals are so difficult, not to mention botanical fairies who didn't even have intelligence at first? ”

“The leek in your hand, it's weird.” The pharmacist responded slowly and slowly.

Three-wave blade speculates: "Rehabilitate her and observe what makes her special. Maybe... she has a baby! ”

"Or does this leek demon have an ancient bloodline? ”

Seniors in the group talked about it, Song Shuhang put away his phone first.

He picked up ‘Spring Lamb' and, thinking about it, bit his teeth and walked to the garbage can in the kitchen to dump it.

At this time, we can only waste 300 years of Song's cooking and onion seedlings.

Just as Song Shuhang opened the trash can and was about to dump the lamb, he suddenly heard Song Mama's footsteps coming from outside - Song Mama had come to the kitchen quickly.

Song Shuhang suddenly stopped pouring lamb!

Because his kitchen door is two transparent floor-to-ceiling glass doors, if he pours the lamb into the trash can, Mother Song can see it far away!

By then, if you can't come up with a good excuse, Mother Song will have to be furious.

What should we do?

Song Shuhang's mind spinning fast.

At this time, Mother Song had pushed open the glass door: "Book voyage, did you find Onion Root? ”

As soon as Song Shuhang bit his teeth, he opened his mouth and quickly pulled the whole plate of leek and lamb into his mouth.

When Mother Song had just finished asking... Song Shuhang had swallowed all the leeks and lamb into her belly.

Mama Song; "…"

“Mom, this is delicious. I accidentally ate it! Ha-ha-ha, it's delicious, I won't leave it for my dad.” Song Shuhang thumbs up.

Mother Song couldn't help laughing. She put a bullet in Song Shuhang's head.

“Hey, hey.” Song Shuhang hey hey silly smile, take the opportunity to escape from the kitchen and fly to his room. Before you digest anything, spit it out...

After running back to his room, Song Shuhang closed the door and tried to spit out the ‘green onion bursting lamb' by artificial vomiting.

But when he tried to vomit, the whole thing was stupid.

I can't throw up. I can't even throw up.

The notion of ‘puke’ does not seem to exist in his body at all, and no matter how he tortures it, there has been no reaction.

At the same time, he felt his stomach gain begin to burn.

It's like drinking hot soup in the winter, and this heat stream burns from the stomach to the stomach. Looking back at the introduction of '300 Years Leek Stir-fried Lamb' by the seniors in the group, Song Shuhang felt that he might be in trouble.

Am I missing a page in my recent life script?

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and went back to bed.

In bed, Senior White is still motionless and still in lockdown. If Senior White was still awake, could his fingers solve his current crisis?

But now, you're on your own.

Song Shu's sailing tray leg sat beside the bed, closed his eyes and began to practice "True Me Meditation". He wanted to see if he could digest the strange energy coming from his stomach.

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“Ha-ha-ha, eating a demon and trying to spit it out, no way!” At this time, Song Shuhang's pocket, the leek elite made a delightful laugh.

It was an accident that Song Mama caught me cutting her vegetables... but then, when Song Mama grabbed the knife and crushed it to cut her, she had a gleam in her head and came up with a great plan.