Just as the painting kite took out the itchy powder and was about to trick the man, the man in red suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the little hand of the milk doll.

"You're a troublemaker, and you're here to do evil."

"Humph!"

The painting kite broke free twice, couldn't shake it off, lowered his head and bit his hand.

"Shhh

Feng Lige was in pain and subconsciously let go of her hand.

"You dead boy, so skinny, where did I offend you?" Feng Lige sat up, lit the lamp and looked at the tooth marks on her wrists.

This damn girl, her mouth is really ruthless.

The painting zite was full of blood, and he couldn't help but snort and glared at the man in red.

"Who asked you to steam the buns and steam me for half a month, it is better to let me die of poison." One steaming is an hour.

Feng Lige approached, raised her hand and flicked her head, "Stupid boy, the master of this valley is saving you." ”

He took two steps back while covering his forehead, but his left leg stumbled and his right leg fell to the ground.

"Ouch!"

Feng Lige raised her eyebrows and glanced at her obliquely, and said disdainfully: "It's stupid." ”

"You're stupid! You won't change the way to detoxify and change to other medicines. ”

He didn't get up, he just sat on the ground, looked up and talked to him.

Feng Lige narrowed her peach blossom eyes, "Do you know something?" ”

"Of course I know that because you refused to take the ginseng out for medicine, I steamed the buns for half a month, and I sweated in the summer." It is true to live and suffer.

"I slam the door?" Feng Lige was a little crying and laughing, "You really wronged me." ”

"What do you say?" The painting zither was condescendingly looked at by him, and he stood up again, always feeling that his momentum was a lot weaker.

"The whole ginseng is the antidote to the poison, and the ginseng on my body accidentally fell off a corner, if it is used for detoxification, it will not work."

Hua Zheng looked at the roof speechlessly, "So, I am destined to steam steamed buns to suffer a crime." ”

Feng Lige teased: "You look like a bun." ”

"Humph!" Draw a kite neck and don't speak.

"I'm not convinced, look at you, your head is round, your hands are round, your calves are round, your whole body is round, you must be a bun when you grow up, a very fat bun."

"I don't understand what I call cute, and besides, any child will be skinny, unless he is sick or has nothing to eat."

Feng Lige didn't want to quarrel with her, raised her hand and yawned, and out of the corner of her eye, she stopped her when she found that the painting kite wanted to slip away.

"Go and stand in the corner."

Hua Zheng rubbed his eyes, "Don't go, I'm sleepy, I'm going back to sleep." ”

Feng Lige stepped forward in two steps, grabbed her back collar and put it in the corner, and searched for itchy powder on her, "You are not allowed to move while standing, and you are not allowed to sleep." ”

"It's the time when I'm growing my body, and I can't grow taller if I don't sleep."

Feng Lige snorted, "That's more in line with your bun temperament, have you ever seen a tall bun?" ”

"You're not afraid that I'll tell my dad and let him beat you."

"I'll leave as soon as it's dawn, and your father won't find me."

After speaking, he turned back to the bed and lay down without waiting for the painting kite to speak, no longer caring about her.

The painting zither blinked, and the pineapple didn't change his clothes when he rested.

When he fell asleep, he slipped back into his room, thinking she was stupid.

I don't know how long I waited, the sound of the man's even breathing came from the bed, the painting kite pursed his lips, and just two steps away, Feng Lige's warning voice came from the couch: "Go back and stand up, otherwise I will take you back to the Medicine King Valley and slaughter the refining pills, the child or something, the most supplemented." ”