This dim sum feast was too rich, but after only tasting a little bit of everything, Ling Luo already felt that he didn't have to eat dinner anymore.

Ling Luo leaned back on the chair with her round belly, but she thought hatefully in her heart, Mo Lan Jiuye didn't want to raise her into a fat woman, right? This trick is really vicious, when Ling Luo's clothes are getting wider and her face is bloated, naturally no one wants her, and then Ling Luo can only stay by Mo Lan Jiuye's side, washing her face with tears all day long, and ending up depressed.

Ling Luo satisfied his appetite, his body was very relaxed, and Mo Lan Jiuye's face beside him was filled with rare warmth and happiness, and the breath between the two was rare and peaceful.

But at this moment, some fragments suddenly flashed in Ling Luo's mind, and then his head was like an explosion-like pain, without the suppression of his own spiritual power, this pain almost drove Ling Luo crazy.

"Snow, what's wrong with you?" Mo Lan Jiuye looked at Ling Luo, who was frowning and in pain, and couldn't help but look at her with concern and asked carefully.

Ling Luo was in a cold sweat of pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to show weakness in front of Mo Lan Jiuye, what kind of kindness did he pretend to be here, it was not a good thing for him that she would become like this! So Ling Luo pushed Mo Lan Jiuye away with all his might, and said in a cold voice with a cold face, "What exactly do you want to do, can you say it clearly?" I don't have time to laugh and be obedient to your boring enthusiasm. ”

There was a hint of injury in Mo Lan Jiuye's expression, and a cold and strange red light flashed in his eyes, and such a strong anger made Ling Luo shudder.

Mo Lan Jiuye's palms were clenched into fists, almost unable to restrain the liliang in his body, but he still couldn't hold back and didn't vent his anger on Ling Luo, but overturned the table, the cups and plates fell to the ground, and the delicate dim sum instantly lost its original appearance.

The spiritual power on Mo Lan Jiuye's body shook everything in the hall into chaos, Ling Luo also lost his strength and fell to the ground, he looked at Ling Luo's frowning and painful appearance, the red color in his eyes faded a little, with his current condition, he couldn't get close to Ling Luo at all, so he could only brush his sleeves away.

Mo Lan Jiuye's moodiness seemed to be a normal thing in Ling Luo's eyes, but it frightened Xiao Meng, who was beside her, although this child had experienced the catastrophe of life and death, he still couldn't change his timid and crying temperament.

Ling Luo endured the physical discomfort and comforted Xiaomeng, who was sobbing quietly beside her, "It's okay, look, I'm not okay haode?" ”

Xiao Meng stopped crying, scolded herself in her heart for being useless, and hurriedly helped the weak Ling Luo up and sat aside.

After the maids saw that Mo Lanjiu had sent out that evil fire and left, they didn't say anything, but immediately came in to clean up the messy house.

"The Demon Lord is very attentive to Miss, what else does Miss Weishenme want to say to hurt the Demon Lord?" Xiaomeng is an outsider, his thoughts are simple, he says what he sees, and that's it.

"He's on me?" Ling Luo's words were full of ridicule, she didn't even know what was going on with herself, if Mo Lan Jiuye hadn't taken a fancy to her Zhong Luoxue's face, I was afraid that it would be too troublesome to even look at her, so she would kill her directly. And he just wanted to imprison her by his side, so why bother?