"Isn't there still you?" Mo Yiming smiled, closed his eyes and closed his eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What do you mean?" I quickly got up from the bed, lay on Mo Yiming's chest, grabbed him by the collar and asked, "Deliberately make trouble for me?"

"Heh......" Mo Yiming raised his eyes to look at me, hooked the corners of his lips evilly, imprinted a kiss on my lips and left quickly: "Find some trouble for you, don't worry that you still have time to deal with other men."

This dead zombie is really scheming.

"Bang~" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Mo Yiming and I looked at the door together.

Fu Tingting walked in with a tray, without disturbing the guilt of others: "Master, I made chicken soup for you, drink it while it's hot."

I took a deep breath and squeezed Mo Yiming's chest two points through my shirt.

"Hmm......" Mo Yiming snorted in pain and looked at me puzzled: "Why are you pinching me?"

"Nothing!" glared at him angrily, got up from Mo Yiming, walked up to Fu Tingting, and glanced at the chicken soup in the bowl: "I'm sorry, our Momo doesn't drink chicken soup."

Fu Tingting smiled, as if she had been prepared for a long time, and put the tray on the table in a hurry. Open the lid on top and bring out the chicken broth, and there is another layer underneath, filled with a full bowl...... Blood!

She glanced at me and walked up to Mo Yiming with blood: "Master, you ......"

Mo Yiming didn't speak, and looked at her coldly. Exuding a cold breath all over her body, Fu Tingting was obviously a little afraid of him, so she swallowed the words on her lips and froze in place.

"Bang~" There was a sudden loud noise outside the door, Mo Yiming and I glanced at each other, and rushed out tacitly, leaving Fu Tingting standing in place awkwardly.

Walking into the yard, grandpa and Lin Jiayu also rushed out in a hurry.

"What's wrong?" I walked up to my grandfather and found that he didn't look very good.

"Alas~" Grandpa sighed and pointed to the corner of the wall. I was in a hurry just now and didn't notice the situation in the corner, but now I found out that there was a big yellow dog lying in the corner.

The dog was raised by his grandfather and was particularly obedient. It can be seen that grandpa is very sad......

I walked up to the big yellow dog, squatted down and took a closer look, and found that the wound on the yellow dog's neck was very familiar: "Lin Jiayu, bring the photo in the bag."

"Oh~" Lin Jiayu nodded, hurriedly returned to the house, and took out the photo that Yan Qi had given before.

In comparison, it was exactly the same, and the shape and size of the wound were about the same.

"Grandpa, in the village...... Have you ever died before? "I handed the picture to my grandfather.

Grandpa looked at it and recalled carefully: "There have been no deaths in the village, but ...... Some time ago, a few people came, saying that they were here for tourism. I didn't listen to the advice and had to go into the mountain, and when I came back, there was a person with a neck injury, which should be the person in the photo. ”

"You saw the guy with the wounded neck, and he's not dead?"

"Hmm!" Grandpa nodded and told me exactly what had happened.

After listening to this, Lin Jiayu thought thoughtfully, and looked at Fu Tingting on the side: "You can't do it, right?"

"No, it's not ......" Fu Tingting nodded hurriedly, and she pretended to be pitiful in front of people: "How could it be me, I don't even dare to kill a chicken, let alone ......"

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her, I just gave Mo Yiming chicken soup with great enthusiasm, and now I don't even dare to kill the chickens? Where did that bowl of blood come from?