The cold air in the morning is much weaker, and the inside of the drunken fairy building is even warmer like spring.

Ying Long was lying in Liu Qing'er's boudoir when he woke up, Liu Qing'er wiped his wounds for him last night, but he was still unconscious, Liu Qing'er was weak, and Ying Long was too heavy, so she tied one end of the purple yarn to Ying Long's armpit, tied the other end to her shoulder, and dragged Ying Long back to her room, but if she put him on the bed, it was impossible.

As soon as Qing'er arrived at the room, she was paralyzed like a loss of strength, her big flickering eyes were full of tears, her chin was on her knees, aggrieved like a wounded kitten, her hand wanted to touch Ying Long's face, hesitated a few times and gave up, she knew that the girl in this man's heart could not be herself.

She got up and opened the window, the wind ruffled her long hair, wiped away her tears, and she smiled at the spring outside the window.

The wound on Ying Long's body healed and slowly woke up, and by that time Liu Qing'er had already left, leaving only a bowl of gruel on the table in the house.

Ying Long only needs to absorb the immortal qi in the heavenly realm, but the immortal qi in the human realm is thin, so he wants to eat, he hurriedly ran over, picked up the porridge bowl and raised his head to drink it, and he didn't even taste the taste.

"Is it good?"

When Ying Long turned his head back, Liu Qing'er happened to walk to the door, holding a tray in her hand, with a bowl of porridge and a pair of chopsticks on it.

Ying Long looked at the empty porridge bowl and said with a smile:

"I didn't taste it!"

Liu Qing'er smiled and handed him a bowl, and took the empty bowl back.

"Then you have another bowl, this time you have to eat slowly!"

Liu Qing'er went out again, was stunned at the door for a while, and finally hid her face and smiled, a moment of joy is also joy.

Ying Long is always stupid, he won't know that the method of this porridge was learned by Liu Qing'er from Sister Yuhao, she has been pampered since she was a child, and after stepping into the dust, there are too many rich and noble sons who are willing to be horses and cattle for her, when they just raise their hands and order them to go down, why do they need to boil a mouthful of porridge and drink it in person, but today she wants to do it, and she can't say why.

She learns from the style of an ordinary girl, she will no longer show her clothes, she will never laugh in the dust, she just wants to always be like today, make a bowl of porridge for one person to drink.

The bowl of porridge was drunk in a hurry, Ying Long looked around, the house was delicate and tidy, the warm bed was faint purple sand, and there was a rouge powder box, a bronze mirror and a wooden comb on the table on the side, he knew that this was Qing'er's house, and it was not easy to stay, so he went out of the door, got up to find Xiaoyaozi, walked to the door of Sister Yuhao, and no longer dared to be reckless, stood respectfully outside the door, and called softly:

"Is Uncle Shi here?"

"Ying Long, come in!"

Ying Long pushed open the door, half-knelt in front of Xiaoyaozi, and told everything that happened in Jiuxiao Palace, Xiaoyaozi nodded with a folding fan, closed his eyes and groaned for a while.

Yuha, with his unkempt hair scattered, stood barefoot, with the redwoods on his body, his arms around Xiaoyaozi's neck, his face resting on his shoulders, and asked in a coquettish voice:

"What's the concern?"

"That ghost is poisonous and incurable, I'm afraid I'll have to go there myself!

"Me?" Yuhao pointed at herself, her face flushed, and she was stunned for a while before she said, "I'm afraid my mother won't!"

Xiaoyaozi slammed the folding fan on the table beside him, and scolded angrily: "What is that old witch capable of, why did she lock you up here!"

Yuhao's hand pinched Xiaoyaozi's mouth and said, "Don't let my mother hear it, we were raised by her with hard work, and we have to teach him all the spells, how- how can you not listen to her?"

"Hmph, when I save enough money, I will definitely redeem you."

Yu Hao smiled, got up and walked to the dresser in the room, looked at his face in the bronze mirror, and sighed resentfully: "Don't let me wait too long!"

A woman in a yellow shirt slammed open the door in a rage and shouted anxiously:

"Mommy is here!"

Yu Hazy frowned, stood up in deep thought, and said, "Don't make a sound!"

With that, he took the hand of the woman in the yellow shirt and walked out, covering the door with his hand.

Ying Long leaned to the window and saw an old woman with a wrinkled face, holding a cane in one hand and a flower pot in the other, this flower pot was very strange, full of green light, the pot was full of soil, the old woman's hair was gray, coiled into a peugeot bun on the top of her head, bent on her back, and her eyes were blazing and looking around.

Six pieces of silk fell, and the six girls knelt down in unison and called, "Mom!"

The old woman glanced at it and said coldly, "What about Qing'er?"

The six sisters looked at each other, and Ying Long thought that Qing'er was serving porridge for herself, and couldn't help but sweat for her.

Yuhao said: "Qing'er hasn't woken up yet, probably because she was tired yesterday." ”

The old woman snorted coldly and said, "Why don't you open the door to welcome guests today?"

"Mom, just as the door was about to open, you came in!"

As they talked, the wrinkles on the old woman's face gradually relaxed, and she laughed softly:

"Okay! I'm getting old, so I'm a little worried!"

She was about to get up and go out, only to hear a crisp "pop" behind her, and everyone looked at it, Liu Qing'er was holding an empty tray, and the porridge bowl under her feet was shattered.

The old woman was stunned, then screamed, her eyes were almost on fire, she stepped forward and grabbed Yu's ears, pointed at Liu Qing'er and shouted, "This is what you said about falling asleep?"

She then threw away the rain haze, walked quickly like the wind with a cane in hand, and walked in front of Qing'er, she suddenly found that Qing'er's appearance had changed, she seemed to be a completely strange person, dressed neatly, with light makeup on her face, and holding a porridge bowl herself.

The old woman immediately understood, his crutches against Qing'er's forehead, and asked, "Who is this porridge for?"

Qing'er buried her head and said, "Master, I-I drank"

"Lie, lie!" the old woman's crutches poked the floor, "I'll ask you again, who is this porridge for!"

"Master, give me a drink!"

As soon as Liu Qing'er finished speaking, the old woman picked up her crutches and pulled them heavily, and Qing'er crawled on the ground, leaving a bright red stick mark on her face.

The old woman's crutches supported Qing'er's chin again, and asked sharply:

"Say it again!"

Qing'er stared stubbornly, and she said, "Mom, what I drink is what I drink!"

"Okay! If the man doesn't come out, then I'll hit him until he comes out!" he raised his cane and was about to whip it on Qing'er's back.

Ying Long kicked open the door, a dragon shadow hit the crutch, the crutch was shaken off his hand, the old woman staggered back a few steps, and sneered: "I'm quite good at pitying the fragrance and cherishing the jade!"

"Old woman, what mistake did she make, you want to beat her like this!"

"You ask me what I did wrong?" the old woman sneered even more: "The Drunken Immortal Pavilion never keeps men overnight, so how did you get in?"

"I-I'm just a thief who came to steal, I-I-"

"Nonsense! If she didn't cry heartbreakingly when you died for a while, then I would believe your nonsense!"

Ying Long jumped down and directly used the strongest blow.

"Dragon-Nine Dragons Shake the Earth!"

The old woman raised her hand, and the crutch flew straight back into her hand, and she held the crutch and drew a circle in the air: "Fengtian Illusion - Phantom Illusion Realm!"

A few colorful bubbles were spit out in the circle, and Ying Long in the air was pocketed into it, Ying Long only felt like he was floating in the water, his hands and feet fluttered together, and he couldn't break free, his right arm was sore, and the air drill disappeared, and the dragon qi was also slowly absorbed by this bubble, and his whole body was sleepy and unbearable, and he was about to fall asleep.

Liu Qing'er flew down at the feet of the old woman and pleaded: "Mom, it's all my fault, you let him go!"

The old woman kicked Liu Qing'er and kicked her far away, and Liu Qing'er's green shirt in the air took the opportunity to reach into the bubble and pulled Ying Long out.

The old woman looked at this scene and laughed dryly:

"Yes, yes!"

When I turned my head to look, the remaining six girls were all gone.