As long as you carry this person out to blow the wind twice, it is enough to make this person sick, and there is no sense of challenge at all.

Qinghui thought so in his heart.

But it was sideways and blocked the tuyere.

"Have you eaten?"

She then spoke.

The wind was blocked, and when it rained, he raised his eyes and glanced at the clear light in front of him, and his eyes drooped quietly, with a hint of a well-behaved smile, and at this time the little head also hung down, and shook his head slightly.

"Not yet."

He's used to it, because of his embarrassing position, and the king doesn't like it, so those guys are also deliberately making things difficult, if they say they won't deliver food, right? But it didn't fall behind.

It's just that he often doesn't deliver it on time, and he can't wait to bring his dinner to him as a supper.

Also, the food is often brought to him when it is cold.

made his already sick and weak body suffer a lot.

Qinghui frowned, slightly dissatisfied, and turned to go out.

When the monsoon rains paused.

Then he raised his eyes, a pair of black and white eyes, and looked at the place where Qinghui left.

The fingertips tightened involuntarily.

Did he just say something wrong?

Why did you leave all of a sudden?

Is there something wrong with him?

Monsoon Yu Shi recalled all the actions he had just done in his mind.

Nothing wrong was found either.

I just remembered what Qinghui said after he landed.

- You're too weak.

Is it because your body is too weak, and you feel troublesome?

The eyes of the monsoon rain are lowered.

Because the man is dressed as a woman, his nails are also slightly long, which is exactly the feeling that a girl loves beauty but does not dare.

At this moment, the half-moon-shaped nails sank into the palms of the hands.

Some pain.

It's a little numb again.

And the door of the temple was pushed open again at this time.

Qinghui came in with a small plate in his hand, and at a glance he saw the guy in the middle.

He lowered his head, and the black hair behind him slid forward.

Cover his face.

Qinghui tilted his head a little confused.

"What are you doing here if you don't go in? Blowing? ”

Lord Lingjian just doesn't have a clear understanding of yourself, don't you know how delicate and weak you are?

Qinghui bowed slightly.

Asaga: Yes, I don't have a clear understanding.

Qinghui: ?

'I feel like you're there, meaning me.' ’

Asaka: ......??

Wait, when did you get so smart?

Qinghui: 'So the nectar you asked for belongs to me.' ’

Asaka: ?! So you're just waiting for me here for the nectar, right???

During the monsoon rain, I heard Qinghui's voice coldly, and subconsciously raised my head and looked forward.

I saw the dark elf standing in the light, and approached him step by step as he stood in the shadows.

"I ......"

When it rained, his hand was released instantly, and his voice was a little nuonuo.

looked at the plate in Qinghui's hand.

Originally...... Did you go get food?

As a dark elf, Qinghui is very sensitive to blood and fighting.

The wings of his nose twitched slightly, and he smelled a faint smell of blood in the air, too faint, but it was obvious that it came from the monsoon rains.

Qinghui: ?

Is it possible to do such a complete set of dramas?

Boys also give menstrual periods?

Qinghui seriously thought about this question, and his body had already walked in front of the monsoon rain.

Reach out and take him.

It touched his wound right in.

Monsoon rain subconsciously flinched.