The Tang knife cut off the flower's neck, and the flower bones fell to the ground.

Meng Linghua was seriously injured and temporarily lost control of her technique.

Freed from the shackles of dream cultivation techniques, Li Banfeng woke up easily at this time.

The wine gourd sprayed a sip of wine on Li Banfeng's face. Stimulated by the hot wine, Li Banfeng regained consciousness.

"Master, you are finally awake." Tang Dao was pleasantly surprised.

While Tang Dao looked at Li Banfeng, a stamen emerged from the petals, trying to get into the ground.

The Tang knife suddenly rose up and cut the flower stamen into two pieces.

Do you think Tang Dao will be distracted if he talks to Li Banfeng?

Thinking too much.

Even if Tang Dao is competing with Li Banfeng, as long as Meng Linghua dares to escape, Tang Dao can still kill her.

The lower half of the stamens can no longer move, and the upper half of the stamens are still struggling.

Li Banfeng pinched the upper half of the stamen in his hand, and the stamen shouted in a hissing voice: "Spare my life, I know I was wrong, spare my life!"

Li Banfeng wanted to crush Menglinghua to death, but suddenly he remembered something.

The folding fan was reforged by Honglian, but it still lacks some spirituality.

Li Banfeng asked the gourd: "Is this flower spiritual enough?"

Gourd thought for a moment and said: "The Mengling flower is considered a rare thing, and it is naturally spiritual. However, it is best to let Big Sister handle this thing first."

When she said big sister, she meant the record player.

The record player has been sleeping for so many days, and it's almost time to wake up. Why don't you try applying engine oil tonight?

Li Banfeng was about to take Hua Rui into his home, but then he heard Hua Rui cry: "Grandpa, I only have this half of my body, I will die if I can't live for more than half a day.

You are a kind-hearted person, please show mercy and take the rest of my body with you. From now on, I will serve you every day, and I will do whatever you ask me to do!"

Li Banfeng is really soft-hearted. Seeing such special petals and leaves, he really shouldn't throw them away, just in case these things can be used to make elixirs.

He took the entire Mengling flower into his home, and the Mengling flower thanked him greatly.

Zhong Pendulum sneered secretly: "Wouldn't it be good for this stupid woman to die happily? By the time the eldest lady wakes up, it will be too late for you to die."

Sure enough, the record player woke up.

I didn't wake up from sleep, I was woken up by the Mengling Flower.

When they first entered the residence, the Mengling Flower behaved quite well, staying in the vase and not daring to say a word.

After Li Banfeng left, all the magic weapons also followed, and Meng Linghua couldn't help but start singing.

This is her nature and she cannot control it.

When I was alive, I had to go on stage even if I was seriously ill.

He died on the stage and wandered around the dance floor for seven days.

After seven days, instead of reincarnating, he ran to the new land, turned into a dream flower, and continued singing.

Over the years, countless creatures, including passers-by, have been sung to death by her.

After these people listened to her music, they stayed where they were, listening to it for three days and three nights, until their bones were broken into pieces, and they would eventually turn into a leaf on her body.

This Mengling flower is dressed in an evening dress, which was created by the accumulation of these listeners.

But today she chose the wrong audience.

Hong Lian disliked her for being a loser and wanted to take her in for a long time, but Chong Kui was refining at the moment, so Hong Lian didn't take action for the time being.

Moreover, Honglian does not eat raw food, so even if the shape of Mengling Flower is destroyed, her soul cannot be destroyed.

But if you wake up the record player, things will get serious.

"You damn cheap hooves, you sang so unpleasantly, and you kept howling all the time!" Three needles pierced the petals at the same time, eating away the soul of the singer in the wailing sound.

The soul was eaten up, but the lady kept the spirit.

Only the spiritual Menglinghua was left. She lost most of her memory and only remembered some lyrics. She stood by the bed and continued to sing.

The lady blew out a puff of steam and blocked the singer's mouth: "My ears are dirty when I hear you hum."

Honglian sneered: "Wicked woman, where did you get your ears?"

The record player shouted: "Bitch, eat that insect head quickly, I'm still waiting for you to practice the magic weapon!"

In the evening, Li Banfeng came back and discussed with the record player about refining the treasure.

The lady said: "Mengxiu is good at sneak attacks, and Dexiu is good at maneuvering. Using Mengxiu's spirituality and Dexiu's muscles, we can indeed refine a good treasure that is both offensive and defensive.

But the quality of this baby depends on the skills of Miss Honglian. My husband, please think of a name for this baby first."

"Meng Xiu plus De Xiu," Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Meng De!"

The record player exclaimed: "My husband is a good name!"

Tang Dao snorted coldly: "It turns out that the master also has nice names."

Li Banfeng glared at Tang Dao: "Isn't the name Er Dao good-looking?"

While talking, Meng Linghua, who was standing beside the bed, started singing again.

Li Banfeng was surprised: "Didn't her soul be eaten by the lady? Why does she still love to sing so much?"

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey husband, my soul is gone, but my spirit is still there. This bitch loves to sing. It's just natural."

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "It seems that refining the magic weapon has nothing to do with whether or not you eat the soul."

"Hey, sir, what you said is wrong. If you don't eat this bitch's soul, this bitch can't forget his identity. The magic weapon is extremely difficult to make, and it will be difficult to control it after it is made..."

The lady gave some explanations.

To put it bluntly, eating the soul is to eat the other person's self-awareness.

Take Meng Linghua as an example. If she is allowed to retain her self-awareness, she cannot be redefined.

She will not be a loyal minister like Tang Dao, nor will she be a confidante like Gourd.

She is still the same singer, the singer who would rather die than leave the stage. In this case, even if the magic weapon is made, there will still be many thorny problems.

Keeping only spirituality is the best way to retain the combat power of a magic weapon and ensure its execution. Of course, spirituality will also bring problems. The lady has said before that all magic weapons have their own cost, and this is a price that must be borne.

The Bronze Lotus is still working hard on the leader of the insects. It is temporarily unable to refine the magic weapon, and the record player has no choice but to endure the singing of Meng Linghua.

"This hoof loves to sing so much that it can't stop its mouth. It's okay if you sing more nicely. This sound is like tearing off a footcloth, and you have the nerve to show it off."

Meng Linghua stopped singing, looked straight at the record player, and replied: "Do you sing well? If you have the ability, sing a section!"

The bloody pendulum said angrily: "You are so brave!"

The record player was not angry. She blew out a ball of steam, wrapped the Mengling flower, and sang slowly: "You are still not convinced that you can't sing. Today I will teach you a few words. Listen carefully.

Winter is coming and there is a lot of snow,

Winter clothes are ready to send to your lover,

Hidden in the beauty's house,

Add another room for my husband!"

"Wait a minute!" Li Banfeng stood up immediately, "Madam, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet, wait a minute, slow down!"

"Song of the Four Seasons"!

"Song of the Four Seasons" is not something you sing casually.

This is for promotion.

In fact, Li Banfeng had a hunch. My wife had eaten so much good food recently and seemed to be in pretty good condition. It was a natural thing to take Li Banfeng up to the fourth floor.

It was this process that caught Li Banfeng off guard. A burst of steam swept over and sucked Li Banfeng directly into the mouth of the horn.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Banfeng broke free from the horn. His hair, beard, and eyelashes were all permed into big waves.

The record player looked at Meng Linghua: "Have you learned it?"

Meng Linghua didn't dare to say anything.

She was ashamed.

In front of the record player, she really couldn't sing well.

Li Banfeng wiped the water off his face, sat next to his wife, and asked: "Madam, don't worry about her for now. Let's talk about these four levels of skills."

Banglanglanglang~

"Hey, Mr. Master, the fourth-level technique of house repair is called Golden House Hidden Beauty. This is also a technique common to house repair all over the world.

This technique is difficult, surprisingly difficult, and you need to put some effort into learning it slowly."

The beauty is hidden in the golden house.
To be continued...