There was silence again in the study, except for the chirping of birds outside the window.

Ripples, who was kneeling on the ground, moved his legs uncomfortably, and suddenly felt his warm breath hit his skin.

She shuddered, looked up, and saw the beautiful Prime Minister bending his noble waist and sniffing around her neck.

The sight of the dog smelling bones made her eyelids jerk, and a strong intuition came over her.

He, could it be the black mist?!

"Your Excellency, what are you?" Ripple screamed in fear.

The Prime Minister was obsessed with sniffing bones, and only took the time to reply with two words, "Don't move." ”

Lianxi saw him sniffing at her neck for a while, so he went to eat a mouthful of noodles, sniffed for a while, and ate another mouthful of noodles, seeming to treat her as a seasoning.

She grimaced, not knowing how to react, and just watched him finish the bowl of unsalted noodles.

Then, she was locked up by him in a small black room similar to a firewood house, which was called a beautiful name, punishment.

[Meow! It's a steamed meow stolen from the kitchen! Rhubarb ran in through a small ventilated hole in the high place with a steamed bun in his mouth.

Ripple touched the cat's head with emotion, this steamed bun should have been stolen from the kitchen, and sure enough, it was rhubarb reliable at the critical time.

She said in her consciousness, "Go ahead and empty the Prime Minister's Mansion. 】

Rhubarb meowed twice excitedly and jumped out of the small hole again.

Ripple leaned against the wall, hatefully nibbling on steamed buns, as if gnawing on some black mist.

At this moment, it has been determined that the Prime Minister is the unknown black fog!

After the last plane was over, she thought about it for a long time in the Sealed Land.

Due to the shielding of the laws of heaven and earth, she couldn't feel which person the black mist was in the plane.

But he summed up the characteristics of the black mist, poisonous, brain-dead, deep well ice, dog nose, love to take advantage of her, and when it was blackened, her soul trembled.

Three planes in succession met him, although I don't know why, but I always feel that I will meet him again in the future.

No, when she first came to this plane, she met and became her top boss.

Yes! Gassy!

The most important thing is that you can't kill him yet, because if you kill him, the black mist deity will appear.

Thinking of this, not to mention how congested I was, I was about to be depressed.

She sat on the ground, her face full of lovelessness, and she was startled when she felt the breath of a certain prime minister approaching.

Looking at the steamed buns that were still half left in her hand, and then at the empty little black house, she immediately took a big bite of the steamed buns, and swallowed them directly into her stomach without chewing.

When she heard the lock sound, she tucked the last piece of steamed bun into her sleeve.

The door was opened, and it was already night, and the moonlight was faintly sprinkled in, and it was also sprinkled on the man in the moon-white robe at the door.

He carried the moonlight on his back, stood with his hands in his hands, and could not see his face clearly, and behind his slender figure, there seemed to be a pair of white wings.

Lianxi looked at him in a daze, and in a trance, it seemed that he saw Ling Yi who came in the light that day.

"Why are you in a daze, but you're hungry?" Qing Run's voice with a hint of laughter rang in his ears at close range, and at the same time, there was a pain on his face.

Ripple was startled, only to realize that the prime minister had walked up to her, squatted down, and was pulling her face.

"Smack!" A ripple slapped the back of someone's hand.

"Great, my lord, you have a worm in your hand, and the slave maid helped you shoot it off," she said with a frightened expression and a trembling voice, "The slave has not eaten since breakfast, and is dying of hunger." ”

The Prime Minister lowered his eyes, looked at the back of his hand that was slowly reddening, and pursed his thin lips.

Then, he looked at the ground again, and the small piece of steamed bun that fell out of the sleeve of the little cook lady was silent.

Follow his gaze to see the ripples in the past: ......