Nonsense...

The person walking on the corridor paused and several long lines suddenly pulled the forehead.

I originally wanted to complain a few words, but when I thought about it, I immediately didn't dare to complain.

Well, who can teach this kind of vocabulary except that it was leaked from your own mouth and accidentally learned it by this guy?

It’s okay if the apprentice I taught myself, so that people can’t say she is too mean and only allow the state officials to set fires and not allow the people to light the lights.

But the question is, how can you not be so cute when you hide alone? Why would you indulge yourself in secret?

He held the tray and knocked the door open with his body. After walking in, Qiqi raised his feet and closed the door casually. His movements were indescribable, and he did not have the tenderness of a woman at all.

Wuming glanced at her blankly, then turned his back to her and continued to sleep, as if she was in the air.

"The beauty comes to visit in the middle of the night, shouldn't she show a little surprise?" Knowing that the stingy guy was still angry, Qiqi didn't mind his bad attitude at all. She put down the tray and brought out the sugar water from inside on the low cabinet at the bedside. She pulled the chair and sat down beside the bed, looking at the man lying on the bed pretending to be dead.

The hero was still pretending to be dead, just ignoring her.

After he cursed the words "nonsense", he had already noticed that she was approaching, so he was not surprised to see her enter the door.

Surprise...is not without it, but before she entered the door, he had already packed up all the surprise thoughts.

Take sweet soup to coax him? Is he so easy to be coaxed? Cut.

"You really ignore me?" Qiqi pulled the chair and leaned forward half a minute, leaned towards the low cabinet, and while holding a spoon and spoon sweet soup, he said, "Have you prepared the medicine for you? I'll check it out for you to see if there are any places that have not been applied."

"You have to care." Wuming snorted coldly, just not looking back, "I don't like eating this thing, take it away quickly."

It's not so easy to please him.

"I know, you don't like sweets." Although Qiqi's concern for them was not enough, she tried hard to remember what they liked and didn't like.

"I know I'll take it over?" No sincerity at all, I wanted to beat him with a bowl of sweet soup that he didn't like?

"Why don't you take it? This was specially brought to me just now. How could I refuse?" The spoon was still fiddling in the sweet soup. Why did it still get hot after so long?

"Since it's for you, please take it back quickly."

"Take it away after you finish eating." Because of her anxiety, the spoon's move to the sweet soup was quicker. She even scooped up the sweet soup and sent it to her lips to blow it cool carefully.

Wuming pursed his lower lip. Although she didn't make the sweet soup herself, and although she just took it from Jiu Wan's hand and borrowed Hua Jingfu to coax her, she wanted to blow the soup so gently before giving it to him to drink it. This action still made him feel completely soft.

In fact, he is not such a stingy person. He just blamed her for only caring about those men and not willing to pay attention to her. Isn’t she here now?

At least, just knowing to care about him, he just wasn't happy that she was always nice to others and didn't care about him at all, and she didn't want anything.

"Don't have to make trouble, I don't like this." He sat up from the bed and looked back at her: "Don't you like sweet soup very much, yourself..."

After seeing that the woman had already sent the spoon to her lips and put the soup inside into her mouth, she stopped it completely.

Wuming stared at the empty spoon blankly, and an indescribable grievance suddenly filled his heart.

It turned out that from beginning to end, I never thought about giving this bowl of sweet soup to him, or making apologies, or gently blowing things to him... It was his self-righteousness...

So why did you suddenly feel something in your heart? It's so uncomfortable...

He turned his face away, "You go back..."

A fruit was handed to him, and it was brightly colored and looked fresh and delicious. There was water dripping on it. It was obvious that it had just washed it.

"There are only two fruits left, and I can't bear to eat them myself." The woman who was still eating sweet soup said vaguely: "But they said that the fruit will be in a good mood after eating them. I beat you. If you are in a bad mood tonight, I'll give it to you."

Wuming didn't say anything, just stared at the red fruit in her hand.

"Hurry up and hold it... Well, it's so hot, your left hand is not smooth..."

He immediately took the fruit over and looked at the woman who was trying hard to eat sweet soup while venting breath. Seeing her anxious look, she wanted to speak, but at this moment she didn't know what to say.

Finally, when she had almost completely finished the sweet soup, he asked lightly: "So... you specially sent the fruits, but you met 90,000 on the way, and brought the sweet soup she gave you in with you. I plan to eat it here?"

Qiqi, who had eaten the last bite of sweet soup, looked up at him, slapped his lips, but said nothing.

It is necessary to repeat such an obvious thing from your mouth? Is the nameless hero so idle?

"What are you doing? Do you don't like eating? You can give it back to me if you don't like it." She reached out.

Wuming immediately put away the fruit, but did not throw it into his mouth and eat it: "Who said I don't want it?"

Since it was something she "specially" sent to him to apologize, don't be idle.

Qiqi gave him a blank look, and it was inexplicably strange that he didn't want to talk nonsense to him.

Seeing a basin of water on the table, she walked over and washed her hands, then looked back at him and said, "I just used my own medicine, right? Do you want me to help?"

He didn't say anything, Qiqi shrugged, "No? Then I'll go back."

"Can you sleep tonight when you go back?" The man in the bed said as she turned around.

Qiqi looked back at him, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Wuming got off the bed, put the fruit in his hand in his arms, looked at her down and said, "Has Chu Xuanchi gone out to do business?"

"Did you know again?" Now that you are not a killer, can you start fortune telling in the industry?

Wuming didn't speak, and after walking to the desk, he took out something, went back to the short desk and sat down, putting the thing on his head.

What happened to Zhuxian Island she and Chu Xuanchi tonight? Although he didn't understand the specific details, he at least knew that his mother and Chu Xuanchi's master Ye Lanfeng were trying to find a way to dig out the secret path.

As she said, although digging out the secret path is feasible, it is too time-consuming. What Chu Xuanchi has to do tonight is to solve this "time-consuming" problem, right?

As for Qiqi, before Chu Jiangnan came back, I was afraid that this girl would not be able to sleep.

"Play chess?" Qiqi walked over and looked at him with his eyes down: "You are really addicted."

"Can you?" Wuming asked ignoring her words.

Qiqi shook her head. It takes a lot of patience to play chess. How could she have so much time and patience?

I heard that she didn't know how to do it, Wuming suddenly flashed with excitement. The depression of being beaten up by her at night immediately disappeared without a trace.

Finally... I met a chess skill that was worse than him...

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." He curled his lips and smiled.

"I'd better give you medicine first. It's so gloomy and terrifying to smile like this." Qiqi glanced at his eyes that were beaten black, with an evil smile in his eyes, and his facial features were stunning. But... that dark area was so ugly.

Wuming heard this, the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared. He glanced at her blankly, but he still sat down on the chair obediently and let her take the plaster to apply it carefully to him.

It's still gloomy and terrifying. How about he just punch her?

Although it wasn't cold like that, it was still a little cold all the time.

After letting Hongyu take Chu Jiangnan down from another place to see his mother, Meng Shiyue took her cold eyes back and walked towards the direction of the palace.

Although the practice tonight seemed to be slowing down than usual, her body was much lighter. In fact, every time she made such progress, sometimes even she herself could not withstand the sometimes crazy aura.

In fact, the practice should be progressive step by step, but she was afraid that she would not have enough time to practice slowly. Recently, she was always feeling a little uneasy in her heart, and always felt that something big was about to happen.

Those who have been completely driven away by her seem to have... not been uprooted yet. Will that power come back one day?

Bu Jinghua has appeared, what about the others?

Suddenly the cold wind moved slightly, and a little surging air made her pace that was about to speed up.

He turned around and rushed to the dense forest not far away. Before she went down, there was already a person waiting under the shadow of the tree.

"What's the matter?" Meng Shiyue walked over and looked at the man's increasingly beautiful face under the moonlight.

When Xiao Ran saw her, he immediately met her and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, my subordinates are not as good as the holy grace, and I have already found out."

Meng Shiyue's eyes turned cold, "What are the characteristics?"

"The woman's back was engraved with a word since she was a child." Xiao Ran seemed to have always been like that, and did not dare to look at her eyes, so he just lowered his head and said, "Dream."

"Dream?" Meng Cangyun's dream?

Meng Shiyue snorted coldly, the centipede worm, died without being stiff. Could it be that it is really her evil seed?

"That's right, it's the word "Meng." Xiao Ran nodded and immediately said: "Wuya Siqing insisted on coming back to find Meng Cangyun, but she was afraid that the child would be too young. If she left for too long and could not recognize each other when she came back, she would use this method."

Meng Shiyue didn't say anything, just looked at him indifferently.

Xiao Ran continued: "I heard that the Meng royal family is always born with internal strength belonging to the Meng clan. Even if people are not grown up in the Meng clan, they will have such skills in their bodies. Perhaps, Your Majesty can use this to distinguish them."

Meng Shiyue still didn't say anything, and Xiao Ran didn't dare to say anything anymore. He could only stand with his head down and his body was slightly tense.

When the cool breeze blows, it is not actually cold, but it is like the frost in the twelfth month, and it penetrates into the body and into the heart.

He didn't know what Meng Shiyue was thinking, and he didn't dare to look up at her. She didn't speak, but she didn't leave. Such Meng Shiyue put too much pressure on people.
Chapter completed!