In the past, at least four ghost messengers cleaned the bamboo garden together, but this time, only Ruan Ling had one, and the workload increased several times.

When the Pluto came back from his practice, he saw the ugly little ghost squatting beside a bamboo, turning the rag in one hand to play with it, and holding a piece of tender bamboo shoots in the other hand to chew.

A happy and contented look.

Just so hungry?

Pluto's indifferent gaze only stayed on her for a moment, then took it back and slowly walked into the bamboo house.

Ruan Ling happily finished eating a piece of tender bamboo shoots. She was about to be lazy and took a short while when she saw the boy coming to find her.

Although the boy's attitude towards her was not bad, he was not much better.

Who told her to be brave and dare to harm her master?

"The master asked you to get water!" said the boy.

He saw half of the bamboo shoots thrown on the ground, and his mouth twitched.

This little man is really not afraid of death. The bamboo forest that the master cherishes so much is reluctant to pick even a leaf. She is so good that such a small bamboo shoot is dug out and cooked for her to eat.

So he went back to sue Ruan Ling.

The Pope was sitting in the study, lying through ancient books among the mountains of bamboo slips, and heard the words: "I guess that little girl is hungry, so let her go."

The boy was stunned and quickly bowed and agreed and left.

Ruan Ling walked to the door with the bamboo cup in his hand. The boy looked at her with a strange look, took the bamboo cup and sent it to Pluto.

The Pluto's Bamboo Cup glanced at it and said indifferently: "Come again."

The boy thought the water was wrong and quickly checked it carefully.

Nothing unusual.

He even poured out a little and tasted it.

It is the clear water in the spiritual well.

There is nothing wrong.

But if the owner asks to get it again, he must get it again.

So the boy asked Ruan Ling to pick it up again.

Ruan Ling ran to the well and took another cup to hold it.

After a while, the boy took it out again with a frown: "Come again."

When Ruan Ling saw that there was no movement in the cup, she had to take it, pour it out, and get another cup.

If you send it in, you still have to retake it.

Isn't this a torment?

Ruan Ling felt that it was probably because he was still concerned about what happened yesterday and he also wanted to punish him with a cautious attitude.

Ruan Ling thought, anyway, I have more time, so I can take it if I take it.

When she got the eighty trip, she was so tired that she was panting.

The two boys also squatted at the door with their heads in their arms, muttering in a low voice.

"What's going on? Why is the master just not satisfied?"

"There is nothing unusual in the water today."

"Is it because the little devil put something in secret again?"

Their murmurs came into Ruan Ling's ears.

Ruan Ling's heart moved slightly, thought for a while, took out three pieces of tea leaves, threw them into a bamboo cup, and after a while, he took out the tea leaves with clean bamboo branches, and then sent them over.

The boy was still squatting at the door and slapped her head, but he ignored her.

Eighty times!

It will definitely be returned if sent in.

Ruan Ling stood there and waited for a while, but no one paid attention to her. She couldn't remind them, so she had to send them in by herself.

She walked into the study and saw bookshelf on three walls of the room. The bookshelf were full of bamboo slips, and the atmosphere of ancient and vicissitudes came towards her.

The figure in black shirt sat behind a large pile of bamboo slips, looking down at the bamboo slips, and her handsome and dazzling face was still as cold as ice.

It seemed that there would never be any other expression on his face.

Ruan Ling held the bamboo cup and handed it to him.

A faint fragrance penetrates the nostrils as if it is there or not.
Chapter completed!