She glanced at it faintly and smiled slightly.

"Fattened, fried."

“……”

Qinghe's eyes opened, and his mouth grew.

"You, you're too heavy-hearted, aren't you?"

The zombie's eyes turned for unknown reasons, dumbfounded, and stupid.

Qingmeng swallowed her saliva, and her somewhat coveted appearance made Yu Fang raise her eyebrows.

"Qingmeng, do you want to eat?"

Qingmeng sucked his saliva violently, and looked directly at the zombie, "Qingmeng, no, I don't want to eat, suck ......"

Qinghe suddenly ran to the side of the woman in disgust.

Qingmeng blinked, "I don't want to eat, it stinks, it's ugly, it's dirty." ”

She glanced at the zombie and nodded.

"It's dirty, smelly, ugly, astringent, give him a bath."

Qinghe suddenly jumped up on the spot, "I don't want it!" I don't want it! ”

Fen Fang blinked, "Don't you?" Okay, let's just let it stay like this, it won't be a few days before it's thrown out. ”

Qinghe glanced at Femme Fang, and when he saw that she seemed to really don't care, he suddenly became anxious and entangled.

Wash it, the zombies won't stay for a few days and then leave...... I guess so......

Qinghe glanced at the woman again.

Don't wash it, it's too dirty!

It was as if the white clouds were suddenly half gray, making him uncomfortable all over.

The attention of the woman was no longer on him.

She looked at the two people outside from the space, through the world.

Cheng Ci didn't know when he stood on the land where Yu Tong had stood, and looked down at the piece of carrion on the ground.

The woman turned her head to look at the seventh-level zombie.

Its arms were too fragile as they dried, and debris of carrion began to fall around the hole the vines had made.

Qinghe saw her turn her head, and the vine that grabbed the seventh-level zombie was instantly retracted, and he looked east and west with a weak heart and pretended to be calm.

He didn't want to bathe the zombies!

Absolutely nothing!

She just looked at it and didn't care about it anymore.

Qinghe couldn't tell what the reason was, and pouted unhappily.

Then he stretched out the vine and pulled the seventh-level zombie with great effort.

The seventh-level zombie pulled himself by him, but he didn't move, his eyes were looking in the direction of the fang fang from beginning to end.

Qinghe exerted his strength to feed, humming and dragging the vines to the stream.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, his little face was flushed, and he whispered in his mouth, "Clear dreams!" Dream! Come and help me! ”

Qingmeng blinked, lifted her little skirt, ran to him, and just wanted to grab the vine, Qinghe blushed and called out to her anxiously.

"Don't move! You are not allowed to move! Who told you to pull the vine? ”

Qingmeng wrinkled his delicate eyebrows aggrievedly, and his big watery eyes seemed to contain the water of a West Lake.

Qinghe's momentum is weak.

"Don't you pull the vines, your hands hurt, just cheer me on! Hurry up, hurry up! ”

Qingmeng tilted his little head, stared at him for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Come on, brother!" Come on, brother! ”

Qinghe's shocked hand loosened, and his butt reached the ground, and his stunned expression instantly wrinkled together.

It hurts!

Qinghe glared at Qingmeng.

Qingmeng knelt beside him and looked at her suspiciously, "I, I'm refueling......"

Qinghe touched his little heart, "No, it's not like this......"

Qingmeng came up to him, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Don't Qinghe like it?" ”

Qinghe seemed to be stunned, and then pushed Qingmeng away, "No......"

Qingmeng was pushed away, his eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, and he sniffed.

Qinghe, "...... I like it. ”

Qingmeng looked at him with watery eyes.

Qinghe patted the sore PP and continued to pull the motionless zombie to the stream with vines.

Qingmeng also stood up, "Brother! Come on! ”

Their movements must not be able to hide from the woman.

So Qinghe stood in front of the zombies, and the idea of pushing the zombies into the stream instantly fell to ruin.

"Don't stain the stream."

Qinghe and the zombies stared at each other for a while, then squatted down and sprinkled water on the zombies with their hands aggrieved.

Villain!!

Qingmeng blinked his eyes on the side, squatting by the stream and looking at Qinghe.

She glanced at the situation of the two little guys, and paused at the dilated pupils of the seventh-level zombies, without taking another look.

"Mutant Ice." Small composition

Cheng Ci felt the familiar fluctuations in the air.

And...... A hint of déjà vu.

That is, it belongs to the breath of the aurantine.

There is also a faint fragrance of roses, which is thin and clear in the air.

Cheng Ci laughed.

Gentleness and darkness.

Wanton and cautious.

The woman breathed for no reason.

She didn't know why, but her emotions fluctuated.

Jiang Yunqi looked at such a speech and was slightly stunned.

He had never seen anything like it.

Whether it is in a past life or in this life, it is the first time to see it.

"What are you laughing at?"

Cheng Ci turned into a low smile, and his eyes seemed to be dyed with color.

"Do you feel it?"

"It's the breath of a mandarin."

Jiang Yunqi was stunned, "Few? ”

Cheng Ci was not in the mood to talk to him in detail.

He straightened up.

"I'll find you, you."

Jiang Yunqi stood in place in a daze, he didn't feel the breath of the woman.

He won't feel the breath of the man.

At the same time, he will not doubt the information given by Cheng Ci.

So......

He's worse than Cheng Ci.

He didn't even find out in the first place.

In her previous life, she was Yang Shengxiao, and when she experienced danger around her, when she was at the moment of life and death, Yang Shengxiao stood by her side.

They don't look at each other well, but they have a tacit understanding, and many times, he can't even compare to Yang Shengxiao's trust in Yu Tong.

This time, there is no Yang Shengxiao, but Cheng Ci is coming.

Cheng Ci......

Who can completely resist him?

Jiang Yunqi suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

This sense of crisis is infinitely amplified in the next second of Cheng Ci's actions.

Cheng Ci didn't do anything, he just scratched his palm, and blood dripped to the ground.

"Citrus aurantium, I didn't protect you well last time, I punished myself."

"I know you're watching."

"Let's make a deal."

"In three months, I will definitely find you."

In the space, the heart began to beat irregularly.

Poof!

Poof!

She couldn't tell what kind of feelings they were.

But looking at Cheng Ci's bloody palm, she was stunned, obviously the forest was so dim, but she felt that the red was so bright.

It was so bright that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Jiang Yunqi was silent for a long time.

"Is it really here?"

Cheng Ci chuckled and tapped the blood stains on his palm with his intact fingertips.

"Hmm."

The tone is unmistakable.

It was as if everything was under his control.

Jiang Yunqi paused.

"You like women."

Cheng Ci raised his eyebrows slightly and did not speak.

Jiang Yunqi knew his answer.

Like?

Of course I like it.

When he thought that Cheng Ci would not be tempted in this life, when he thought that Fu Ci was the same in this life as in the previous life, when he thought that Cheng Ci and Fu Zhi still couldn't say a few words when they met.

Cheng Ci was moved.

The sense of crisis suddenly exploded.

He didn't even know where the woman was.