What Ling Luo said just now was just to suppress Qian's momentum, but when the delicious food arrived in front of her, her stomach gurgled uncontrollably, thinking that she hadn't eaten anything for most of the day since yesterday afternoon, so it was strange that she wasn't hungry, so she didn't care about anything else, and ate it fragrantly.

It wasn't until Xiaomeng became Ling Luo's maid that she found that Xiaomeng's craftsmanship was very good, even the simplest food could be made delicious and exquisite, and after getting along for so long, Xiaomeng was already very familiar with Ling Luo's eating habits, and the things she made were very much in line with Ling Luo's mind, so Ling Luo took Xiaomeng's hand like this, and actually held her stomach round.

After eating five steamed buns with different tastes and drinking two bowls of red bean soup, Ling Luo said noisily that she was full, Xiaomeng didn't think it was strange, it was her honor that Miss liked to eat the food she made, so she packed up the dishes and chopsticks and sent them out of the room.

As soon as Xiaomeng left, there were only two people left in the room, Qian and Ling Luo, these two ** stared at each other, and the temperature dropped a lot for a while, and there was a sense of cold wind transiting.

Facing Ling Luo's round, unrelaxed eyes, Qian's momentum weakened a little, he knew that she was the love of the Demon Lord, and he couldn't beat or scold, so he had no choice but to retreat and just look at her from a distance, so as to ensure her safety.

The way he walked was a little strange, his entire right arm was shaking, as if he didn't have any sense, and this scene couldn't help but remind Ling Luo of something.

At the beginning, in order to force Ling Luo to show up, Mo Lan Jiuye asked Qian to appear in front of her and kill the seven women, Ling Luo was angry and broke Qian's arm, but because Mo Lan Jiuye had been pestering Ling Luo, and Qian didn't appear much, Ling Luo gradually forgot about it, but now that he looks at it, Qian's arm may have never been treated.

“zhanzhu！” Ling Luo shouted in a hurry, and Qian also obediently stopped moving forward, turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly, but there was a trace of doubt in his dark eyes.

Ling Luo's eyes were fixed on Qian's right arm, with a hint of concern and self-reproach in his eyes, but he asked in a pretended tough tone, "Why hasn't your hand been healed?" Could it be that Mo Lan Jiuye didn't know how to take care of it when he saw that his subordinates were injured? ”

"It was I who angered Miss Xue, and I deserved to be punished, and it has nothing to do with the Demon Lord."

This Qian is really a tenacious guy, it is obvious that Mo Lan Jiuye didn't think about him at all, but Qian resisted everything on his shoulders, and that stupid and stupid appearance made Ling Luo laugh at him and couldn't bear it at all.

In fact, in addition to always having a stiff face and listening to Mo Lan Jiuye's words, there is nothing unpleasant, people are very simple and easy to deceive, those so-called bad things are all made by Mo Lan Jiuye, and they are not consistent with Qian's nature, so what is she to blame him?

Ling Luo's sympathy began to flood again, and he pretended to be arrogant and indifferent and said to Qianzhi, "Go and get me some river valley silt, fish bone powder, and a clean white cloth." ”

Qian didn't have the slightest doubt that Ling Luo Weishenme wanted these strange things, but just responded lightly with a "yes", and then walked out of the door with firm steps.