Nangong Ping lowered his eyes and did not speak.

His thick eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his long eyelashes flashed and flashed on the pair of good-looking inky eyes, but he silently lowered his head to eat noodles and refused to pay attention to her.

For some reason, Xiao Yu suddenly surged a thin amount of anger:

"Hey, you're a prince, you can't talk anymore, right?!"

With a "whoop", Nangong Ping threw away the silver chopsticks in his hand, glared and asked angrily:

"Does this king's words count? Says who?! ”

took a black scarf and blindfolded Xiao Yu, Nangong Ping led Xiao Yu and walked slowly out along a small dark passage.

The exit of a dwelling is a matter of secrecy, and most people would never want others to know about it.

Xiao Yu can understand this very well.

It's just that the aisle seems to be very narrow, so many times, Xiao Yu feels that Nangong Ping is almost hugging himself and walking out little by little.

Xiao Yu, who was covered in a black scarf, only felt that the surroundings were dark and quiet, and people couldn't help but want to say a few more words.

Nangong Ping, who was beside him, opened his mouth unhurriedly.

His original Qingyue voice was also a little lonely in the darkness:

"Xiao Yu, this king doesn't understand, just your shriveled appearance, it's not good-looking at all, it's better than you, this king doesn't know how many you are going to meet, why is this king still full of joy when he sees you?"

"You say, you are such a thin and small person, why does this king think that the house you have stayed in will be brighter and warmer?"

"Also, you are obviously a delicious ghost who eats very poorly, alas, why does this king like to cook for you to eat?"

……

Xiao Yu bit her lower lip and tried her best not to make a sound.

An old heart was also stirred by Nangong Ping's words just now, and his heart was unsettled.

, this thousand-year-old demon Nangong Ping, looks a little more beautiful than that Kaneshiro Takeshi, what is he actually saying, what do you say when you see yourself, you will be full of joy?

As a superficial and lustful emotional animal, no one listens to these words and will not be moved.

Xiao Yu is naturally no exception.

But is it possible?

As a killer who has been mixed up for so many years, Xiao Yu naturally understands that in her professional dictionary, there is always only a way or a no.

As for those messy and extraneous thoughts?

It was already wiped by her long knife and deleted cleanly.

She knew what he said, and she knew it.

As a first-class foodie, how could she not eat the beauty and enthusiasm in those foods.

But she didn't belong here, did she?

Even if she tried her best and used her brain, she would have to wear it back again.

Even if you have to go back sooner or later, why bother to stir up another pool of spring water?

There are some things that you don't bother to try if you know the results in advance.

Therefore, Xiao Yu would rather be a wilted piece of wood than be accommodating a little bit and be a romantic interpretation flower.

Some words can only be thought, and it is difficult to say.

So I could only be silent all the way until I finally walked out.

When he felt the warmth of the sun, the black towel that Xiao Yu covered his face was finally torn apart.

Nangong Ping leaned in front of a beautifully decorated carriage and looked at him with a somewhat gloomy expression.

Xiao Yu pretended to be puzzled, and still pretended to be stupid and smiled on his back:

"Uh, Lord Wang, are we finally out? Where is this? Can Yu'er go? ”

Nangong Ping's face was almost dripping with yin.

After hesitating, he continued to ask in a deep voice:

"Xiao Yu, how about this king make another deal with you? This king is willing to pay you half a night pearl, and only buy you to walk with this king all the way. What do you think? ”