The next second, his eyes flashed, and he immediately became excited, turned around and ran out.

No way? Ling'er looked at Mao Mao who had already run out and was surprised, how could she not know that Mao Mao liked to eat bean paste cake so much? This time I actually ran away in anger. No matter, it won't be fine in a while anyway.

In the dark, a pair of eyes watched Ling'er finish eating the bean paste cake, and then quietly retreated, and the two people and one beast who were happily grabbing dim sum to eat naturally didn't notice it.

After eating and drinking, Ling'er did not continue the things in hand, but felt a little tired, took a petal bath, and went directly to bed to sleep. Well, there is no rush for those things anyway, what she wants to do most now is to sleep beautifully.

I don't know how long it took, Ling'er felt that something was wrong, her body was like a fire, she was sweating, and she kicked the thin quilt aside uncomfortably, reached out and took out a folding fan from under the pillow, and fanned herself.

"It's really strange, why is it so hot, could it be that the house is on fire." Lazily looking up, there was neither a fire nor a smell of smoke. Obviously, the hypothesis of fire is not valid, but his grandfather's is really hot.

Anyway, there is no one here, so just take off your pajamas, do it when you think about it, and take off your pajamas in three or two clicks, which is a little better. But when Ling'er was about to fall asleep, she was woken up by the heat again, the last time it was fine, at least she was still clear-headed, but this time she felt a little drowsy.

No matter how nervous she is, Ling'er knows that something is wrong, but she can't think of what went wrong. What's more, she couldn't concentrate on thinking because of the wrongness on her body, and gradually, she felt that her vision had become hazy, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The whole body is like a prostration, without the slightest strength, and even the voice of the cry for help can't be made, and I want to call the butterfly, but I can't shout out loud at all.

When Demon Night came to Ling'er's room, he saw such a scene, the butterfly fell crookedly on the table, and there was no reaction, as if he was asleep. But from the moment he entered Fengyi Palace, he vaguely smelled the smell of seven days of drunkenness, although it was very light, but it did exist.

Hua Die's appearance was obviously drunk for seven days, and if he didn't guess wrong, everyone in Fengyi Palace would have fainted.

"Your Highness, several subordinates in the Fengyi Palace have all been drunk for seven days and passed out in the room." There wasn't any figure, but Shadow Four's voice came over like this, and it was clear that he and Shadow Nine were all hidden nearby.

Seven days of drunkenness, as the name suggests, as long as the person smells seven days drunk, will fall asleep for seven days without an antidote, during which there will be no starvation or the like, but during this period it will be like falling asleep, no matter how you call or shout, you will not wake up. Unless there is an antidote, it can only wait seven days.

This kind of thing is rare even in the rivers and lakes, but it will appear in Fengyi Palace today, something should happen to Ling'er, right?

Although he was very angry about what Ling'er said that day, he couldn't ignore her after all, when she received her letter, she was still hesitant to come, but from the moment Mao Mao found him,