Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 5042 Cooking Spoon

Wu Cheng and Xue Zhijiao understood the procedure. Xue Zhijiao told Xue Ying, "I'll ask you if you're back later. You said you are."

Xue Ying was puzzled, and Wu Cheng stopped him: "Don't ask anything, just answer when I ask you to."

Okay, Xue Ying, shut up.

The others didn't show anything special on their faces, but they were all just watching the fun, not really believing in the magician's tricks. Interstellar humans valued esoteric arts more, and as for magicians, they had never come into contact with them, so they didn't really believe in them.

Huang Xinling muttered something and called out to Xue Ying, "Are you back?"

Xue Ying: “...I’m back.”

Several little Thunder Flame Warriors burst into laughter, and the talented person who came over curled his lips. Luo Bi glanced at him.

Mou Xu and Pei Yang were leaning over the edge of the living room, looking confused.

Huang Xinling continued to talk and called out to Xue Ying, "Are you back?"

Xue Ying felt really stupid and kept silent. Xue Zhijiao poked him, and Xue Ying said, "You're back."

After the last round was completed, everyone stared at Xue Ying.

Xue Ying's good brothers asked, "Are you done?"

Xue Ying felt it and was surprised: "I don't feel like crying so much anymore."

“Ouch!” Several Thunder Flame Warriors who were on good terms with each other breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn’t help but be skeptical: “Is it really that magical? It works just by operating it once.”

"Just wait and see."

After a while, Xue Ying didn't cry. Xue Ying's good brother clapped his legs and said, "Okay, that's enough. Hurry up and stop wasting time. I'm so tired after a day. Let's go to bed."

Someone gathered a box of food for Huang Xinling, and Huang Xinling carried it away.

Xue Yu was no longer weak, and no one cared about him immediately. He packed up and prepared to go to bed. Lin Yanchong and the financial officer were worried, so they sent a sergeant to ask about it while handling their work.

Xue Zhijiao told the sergeant: "Okay."

The sergeant nodded and the man didn't leave. As a result, after a few minutes, Xue Ying felt aggrieved again. When a wave of emotions came up, Xue Ying, who had some experience, immediately felt that something was wrong.

Xue Ying called out, "Wait, I'm about to cry again."

Everyone who was about to leave was stunned. The sergeant couldn't just leave like that, so he stayed to see the situation and then go back to report. Xue Ying's good brother and the Thunder Flame Warriors in his team kept their eyes on him.

"Oh my goodness."

Several little Thunder Flame Warriors turned back and said in frustration: "What happened to you? Weren't you fine just now?"

It was useless to tell Xue Ying this. Xue Ying was angry with himself and sat back crying.

Okay, everyone behaved themselves and looked at each other.

Luo Bi had no choice but to say, "Go and call Huang Xinling."

Bai Juan ran away, Pei Yang followed. The soldier hesitated and did not leave. Huang Xinling earned a box of food and was about to go to bed when Bai Juan and Zhu Qiqi woke her up again.

Wang Haozhe and Mou Xu followed suit and neither of them slept.

The soul was still calling out in the same way. Someone handed Huang Xinling a cooking spoon and Huang Xinling continued to cook. However, the effect was mediocre. It was not that it was completely ineffective, but it worked at the time but no longer worked the next time.

Xue Ying's good brothers were all dumbfounded. In order for everyone to have a good night's sleep, Luo Bi just suggested: "Why don't we all give it a try? Wash up, and use cooking spoons to call back Xue Ying's soul. Maybe someone's soul calling back will work."

This was the only solution they had, and a few of them were laughing and preparing to take over the cooking and call the souls back.

Luo Bi looked at it and frowned. She whispered to Xue Zhijiao and Xue Ying's childhood friends, "Forget about those guys. They have no fear of the gods. Asking them to call back the souls may not be effective."

Xue Ying's childhood friend nodded, and he washed his hands first to try. (End of this chapter)