Qingtian's face was uncontrollably red, and the words that came out of his mouth were a little stammering: "Demon, demon asks son, Qingtian has to go to deliver breakfast to other sons." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The demonic fingers slid down her chin, lifted her robe and sat down gracefully at the table, his fingers were set off by the white jade chopsticks, and the white, transparent, and meticulous feeling was even better!

The demon asked her again while eating, "It's called Qingtian?"

Qingtian nodded in response: "Hmm." ”

There was a bit of joy in his voice: "Yes, little girl, sunny day, little sunny day... That's how I call you. ”

Qingtian didn't dare to refute, only said: "It's all up to the son to like it." Only then did he leave the first room. Look at Yan Jing's side again, it's already on the second floor, you have to hurry!

Fortunately, the other five sons on the first floor did not embarrass Qingtian anymore, at most they just asked for a name and let them go, and Qingtian came down this time, and found that these demon sons on the first floor were all called demonic and charming. But if you have to pick one of the six sons, it is still a demon question.

In the action and demeanor of the demon question, there is an undisguised wave.

He didn't seem to be bothered by what he was doing in his place.

Several sons on the second floor are starting with the word "Wu", and the five sons in front of them are all strong and extraordinary. Just as I was thinking about it, I got to the door of the last room. Qingtian knocked on the door of the last room on the second floor with a food box.

"Come in!" came a hoarse, slightly slightly sexy voice.

After so many exercises in the past, Qingtian has long been accustomed to it, and he is no longer as scared as he was at the beginning. This Wu Gongzi seems to be taking a step, and Qingtian hurriedly glanced back at it, and put the food box on the table.

Worst!

Got it wrong!

This is the third floor of Qingyan Gongzi's!

Qingtian picked up the food box again, and was about to withdraw, but he had to hurry back before the Wuqi boy didn't ask.

"Why did you take it again?" said a cold inquiry from behind him as he stepped out of the door. After a pause, Qingtian had no choice but to turn around, slightly lowered his head and said in a trembling voice to Wuqi who was dressed in black not far away: "Take it, take it wrong." ”

"Whose did it belong to?" Wuqi took his posture and asked while washing his hands, although he had a cold face, he didn't see anger.

Qingtian was slightly relieved and said, "Qingyan Gongzi's." ”

Wuqi put the handkerchief for a moment: "It's okay, give it to me." I'll send it. ”

"Good, good. Qingtian was stunned and watched as the Wuqi boy took the food box from his hand, found his own outside the door, and carried it up to the third floor one by one.

It turns out that these sons have communicated in private... Qingtian didn't think about it carefully, so he hurriedly held the food box and followed him up to the third floor.

The sons on the third floor all start with the word "green", and they are all young people, all of them are white, weak, and tender.

However, because of Wuqi, I didn't see the Qingyan son.

I finally finished breakfast, and hurriedly finished my own portion. When the clothes were finished, she had to put away the dishes and food boxes and send them back, and the sons had to write down what they wanted to eat for lunch.

To the west of the courtyard is a clearing with a well and bamboo poles specially built for drying. Qingtian hugged the wooden basin over, Yan Jing had already finished washing his part, and dozens of gauze clothes were swaying in the sun and breeze.

She hadn't done this kind of labor sale for the past twenty years, and the hemp rope from the bucket of water had rubbed her palms red, and before the pain had subsided, she had soaked in cold water to rub her clothes.

Qingtian slowly turned his eyes red.

Although she didn't have a mother's pain or father's love since she was a child, she grew up without worrying about food and clothing.

Teardrops fell into the basin of water.

wiped her face with the back of her hand, and bit her lip tightly on a sunny day, she is not one of those delicate little princesses who can't bear hardship!

Isn't it just a wash of clothes, a cup of tea and water, it's not that it can't, not to mention that there are so many beautiful men to watch!

In this way, she stopped her tears, and Qingtian rubbed a black dress in her hand and pulled out an ugly smile at the corner of her mouth, so focused that she didn't even hear the footsteps behind her.

"Who bullied us Xiao Qingtian?" suddenly a voice sounded behind him.

Qingtian turned his head sharply, and saw Youwen coming out of the garden path with a wine jug in his hand.

He was still wearing the pink gauze dress, which was only tied with a garment belt at the lower abdomen, loose and loose, revealing a white and delicate chest.

Qingtian turned his head again, found another sleeve in the basin to scrub, and said, "No one bullied me." ”

The demon didn't say believe it or not, and sat down by the well with a wine gourd, facing the sunny day.

A little smile brewed in his throat: "Come, since no one is bullying, then raise your head and ask your brother to take a look." ”

Qingtian snorted: "Don't look at it!"

In fact, after a trip to send breakfast, she also laughed at her a few words, inexplicably, for this demonic son, Qingtian had no fear in his heart.

Then the brother saw it for himself. The demon asked with a smile, and really reached out and pinched her chin, his fingers were slender and slightly cool.

Men are always taller than women, not to mention that the body of the demon is already long.

Qingtian was forced to look up at him, and it stands to reason that looking up was the easiest way to hold back her tears, not to mention that she had stopped her tears a few minutes ago.

But the demon asked, looking at people's eyes, which made people's hearts sour.

Even the tip of the nose is a little sour.

The cheeks are a little wet.

"Heh," the demon asked and laughed at her, "It seems that I will call you Xiaoyutian in the future." ”

Qingtian saved his chin from his hand, and lowered his head to scrub the black wet suit.

"Oh, don't wash this again, Yun Wai doesn't buy good materials, you wash it like this and rub it out to make a hole to be careful that Wuqi is desperate with you. Yun Wei squatted down, his long hair almost touching the ground, and he reached out to pick at the pile of dirty clothes, and pulled out a pink gauze between his fingers.

"Well, wash this, my brother won't ask you to pay for it. ”

Qingtian got up and hung up the black clothes, and sat down with his lips pursed and washed the pink ones.

The demon asked that she didn't speak, and probably didn't think it was interesting to watch a little girl work, so he took his white porcelain wine gourd and walked away humming a tune.

On a sunny day, I only worked hard to do my laundry, and my tears were slowly stopped.

When the demon asked again, the pile of clothes on the ground had been washed, and Qingtian was sitting on the edge of the well platform and watching the fluttering gauze clothes in a daze.

Demon Wen carried the wine gourd in his left hand, and held two small white porcelain wine glasses in his right hand.

"Come, have a drink with my brother. He sat down on the edge of the well with his clothes on, placed the wine glass and jug between the two of them, and poured a full cup and drank it with his head up.

Qingtian tilted his head to look at him, the sun cast shadows on the two of them through the big tree behind him, and under the breeze, the face of the demon asked was shadowed in the shade of the tree.

"Isn't this wine particularly spicy?" asked Qingtian.

The wine glass that Demon asked to his lips stopped: "Why do you ask that?"

"The corners of your eyes are so red, the demon asked. ”

The demon didn't answer, pushed the wine glass towards her, and drank another glass himself: "You will know if you taste it." ”

Qingtian held the flask and poured herself a glass, she had only drunk beer in the past, not a sip of spirits, and she didn't know how the wine was in this place.

"Huh?" Qingtian took a sip, glanced at the demon and asked, he drank another glass, the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a stealing cat, but he didn't speak.

Frowning and drinking all the cups, Qingtian couldn't help but stick out his tongue: "It's so sweet, how did you drink it?"

There's sugar water.

There is no other taste, pure sugar water, sweet to greasy.

The demon still didn't speak, but poured it again and again, and drank it all again.

"Little rainy day, I know, you're not from here. When the demon asked to drink the sugar water in the pot, he opened his mouth slowly, probably because he drank too much sugar water, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What do you mean?" Qingtian was shocked. I don't know if the "here" in the demon question's mouth is the same place as she thinks this is the same place. Qingtian, who had already let down his guard against the demon question, slowly lifted his spirit again, and looked at the person in front of him again.

Youwen didn't care about her gaze, he even stretched out the tip of his pink tongue and licked the tiny scar at the corner of his lips. That action was charming and seductive, but Qingtian knew that it was just his habitual action. This demonic man, if he really wants to tempt someone, no one can resist it.

"You don't know that people here don't wash their clothes that way. The sleeves of the demon asked slightly, and the clothes that had been washed in the morning on a sunny day all slipped off the bamboo poles, and below was the land, and no one needed to step on a few feet, and those gauze clothes were black and white.

Qingtian's eyes widened, and before he could ask, he saw that with another wave of his hand, the clothes that fell to the ground floated back to the bamboo pole by themselves, and then a white light shot out from the fingertips of the demon question, and in the blink of an eye, those clothes were already clean.

"See?" the demon asked with a smile.

"Hmm!" Qingtian nodded heavily, and asked urgently, "Are you a fairy power?"

"Fairy power?" the demon asked and laughed, his fingers curled, and his pink tongue licked from his fingers, "Brother is a demon." ”

Xiao Qingtian swore that at that moment she saw the tail behind the demon question.

"So, are you from the same place as me?" asked Qingtian, "Do you know why I came here?

The demon asked for a moment, and then slowly shook his head: "I don't know, I don't remember anything." ”

"I woke up and found myself here, I just knew I wasn't supposed to be here, but I don't remember anything. He said.

"Everyone here has spells, even ordinary people. And their power is something I've never seen before. He added.

"But," he tilted his head towards the sunny sky and smiled brightly, a little childish, "The men here are amazing!

Qingtian's face froze, his expression was so meaningful... She can't pretend she doesn't understand!

Ah, this shameless cat demon!