But Qinghui is tired of crowded places, and he has to find people in that kind of place.

I felt troublesome, and in the end, Qinghui, who didn't listen to advice, still carried his own small bun lantern and came back like this.

really saw Sheng Moyuan here, and she still paused.

But if she hadn't been looking for the lantern for so long, Zhou Zilin's guy probably wouldn't be able to say anything, and he would have been directly shot out by Qinghui for 108,000 miles.

The chatter goes on and on.

Bother.

Lord Lingjian is annoyed by such Luo Bei and scum.

For a long time, Qinghui disliked the light coffee who talked a lot, and nodded his fluffy little head seriously.

During this time, Tuo Qinghui couldn't stop stuffing food into his mouth many times, and the light coffee also picked up a lot of leftovers to eat, and the whole hairball was fat.

Squatted next to Qinghui, and continued to hold the things in his arms and continue to gnaw.

When Qinghui came, the man's words were actually almost complete.

Qinghui had only heard the last short paragraph, but there was already enough reason for Qinghui to kill this man.

Forget it, it's not cost-effective to chase after a scum and kill that scum.

Don't let Lord Spirit Sword meet again in the future.

Qinghui glanced sideways slightly, and snorted lowly.

Sheng Moyuan, who was carrying a lantern over there, had already walked in front of Qinghui.

Raising her eyes to look at Qinghui in front of her, looking at Qinghui's long black hair, she was restrained by a light-colored hairband of the same color as her clothes, and her long black hair swayed slightly in the wind.

Sheng Moyuan lowered his dark pupils, stretched out his hand, gently scooped Qinghui's hair, and spoke.

"Why don't you tie your hair?"

Or just tie your hair with a cloth band.

"I won't."

Qinghui is quite a matter of course.

Such a straightforward answer made Sheng Moyuan stunned for a moment.

Then his eyes lit up slightly for a moment, but he looked sideways slightly, and said, "You can ask someone to help you." ”

"I don't like it."

Qinghui sighed in a low voice.

Naturally, she doesn't like those ordinary people who get too close, busy before and after, and look a little unsightly.

Saying this, Qinghui suddenly didn't know what he thought, and took out the white jade hosta in his arms.

The jade-colored lining of the clear light and snow-white fingertips are even more beautiful and white.

Although this is not the colorful black that Lord Qinghui likes, but for the sake of Mingyue's liking, and this color is a bit similar to Mingyue's sword body, Lord Lingjian reluctantly still carries it.

I always carry it with me.

Sheng Moyuan was stunned when he saw this hosta at first glance.

Then the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and pressed down the slightly hooked arc of himself, "Why did you bring it directly?" ”

Immediately afterwards, the hosta was stuffed by Qinghui.

Sheng Moyuan watched Qinghui easily jump down from the railing of the pavilion, and the clothes flew over, almost lifting the coffee-colored hair ball that was sitting on the railing with her and eating.

The light coffee was stunned and spun around, and pushed the piece of pastry into his mouth with great effort, and grabbed the railing of the pavilion with two claws.

"Squeak Squeak——!"

Qinghui turned his head to take a look, and saw that Asa Coffee had stuffed his cheeks with bulging cheeks, and his two paws were grabbing the edge of the railing, looking like he was waiting to be rescued.

Qinghui was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, picked up the light coffee, and put it on the table next to him.

Don't forget to add an evaluation: "Weak." ”