"Every dim sum on this table is made by Lord Demon Lord," Xiao Meng accidentally found Mo Lan Jiuye who was working hard to knead the dough when Xiao Meng went to the back kitchen to make tea for Ling Luo today, and he drove out the entire kitchen, concentrating on preparing a table of dim sum feast for Ling Luo that he made himself.

Lord Moju, who has always been high-minded and indifferent, was embarrassed at this time, his eyes were focused and serious, but his technique still looked a little rusty, comparable to the peerless face of the Immortal Monarch was a piece of flour prints, adding a fireworks aura to him, and he couldn't help but cry out for Mo Lanjiu, "He's trying to please you and want you to be happy, but weishenme, you always have to refuse his kindness like this?" ”

Ling Luo was a little stunned, were those delicate and cute dim sum made by Mo Lan Jiuye himself? No wonder he was so nervous before.

Ling Luo's heart was full of sourness, he would actually condescend to make snacks for her, I have to say that it was beyond Ling Luo's expectations, and it also moved her very much.

It is undeniable that Ling Luo has never treated Mo Lan Jiuye sincerely, even if she gets along well on the surface, but in her heart, she has always been on guard as an enemy, for fear that she will be bewitched by him if she is unstable, but he doesn't care, but he treats her more and more.

Such a reckless goodness made Ling Luo feel distressed, she was not a puppet without feelings, Mo Lan Jiuye's love was strong and deep, even if it was a little domineering and unreasonable, but this was understandable.

Ling Luo thought about it, his head hurt more and more, and finally he let out an unbearable cry, and then he fainted unconsciously.

By the time Ling Luo woke up again, it was completely dark, her mind was still heavy, her thoughts were still unclear, and she almost didn't know how she had become like this.

Mo Lan Jiuye's face reached Ling Luo's eyes almost instantly, the full of worry and self-blame was surging like a flood, and his voice was tense and soft, "Xue, how are you?" Is it better? ”

"I'm fine, just a headache." Ling Luo shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse when he first woke up after falling unconscious, but it was very peaceful and gentle, and he didn't have any intention of blaming Mo Lan Jiuye.

Mo Lan Jiuye stretched out her hand to help Ling Luo up and sit down, her expression was so cautious, as if she was afraid that Ling Luo would break if she touched her, and she looked like a poor puppy abandoned by someone on the side of the road.

"Your body weishenme will be so weak? What's going on? ”

There was no need for Mo Lan Jiuye's questioning, Ling Luo could also feel that her body was getting worse, originally there were only some vague fragments flashing in her mind occasionally, but since she came to the Dark Night Palace, it had become a piercing headache, and the time and intensity of the pain were increasing with the increase in the number of times, making it more and more difficult for her to parry.

Without the protection of spiritual power, Ling Luo's body was even weaker than ordinary people, and after such torture, his face was now as pale as paper, and he was described as haggard.

Originally, this was a very haode method to let Mo Lan Jiuye untie the forbidden spirit ring for Ling Luo, but in the face of such a sincere and concerned look, Ling Luo couldn't say the words that had been prepared for a long time.

"I forgot to tell you, the dim sum is delicious." Ling Luo Yufeng turned around and mentioned today's afternoon snack banquet, with a subtle warmth in his voice.