Feng Lige raised his eyebrows, this voice, like a bell, should not be able to die.

The head of the Baili family couldn't bear to listen to it outside the house.

"Lord Fenggu, how long will this be steaming?" Don't be poisoned by then, but steamed.

Feng Lige said lightly: "It will take at least half an hour to steam." ”

The head of the Baili family lowered his eyes, and it was only less than half an hour, and he asked again: "Then, how many days will it be steamed?" ”

"Half a month."

"......" is over, and the painting kite is bearable.

"Daddy, mother, where are you, why did you put me in a steamer to steam buns...... It's hot......"

"Painting the kite, my mother is here." Mrs. Baili lifted the corner of the cloth towel covering the steamer, and retracted her hand as soon as she reached into the steamer.

Scalded.

"Little painting kite, this is detoxifying, endure it and it will pass."

The painting zither said bitterly: "Mother, I'm afraid of being steamed." ”

"No, there are several layers of cotton cloth on top of the decoction."

"Mother, you must find the murderer, I will strangle him......"

"......" Feng Lige outside the house frowned, this girl is really rude.

"Okay, got it, we found the murderer and we will definitely let you beat him up......"

N seconds later, when the kite was picked up from the steamer by the maid, his whole body was covered in black sweat.

Feng Lige said that this sweat is the poison in the body, and the more sweat, the better the effect.

That night, the painting zither was washed and cleaned by Mrs. Baili, wrapped in clothes, and placed on the couch.

"Little painting kite, what else does it feel uncomfortable about? Hungry or not? Mrs. Baili touched the forehead of the painting kite.

"I'm fine and I'm not hungry." The painting kite doesn't want to move now, so I want to lie down like this.

Mrs. Baili wanted to say something, but the head of the Baili family ripped off the corner of her clothes.

"Uh, then you have a good rest, my mother went out first, I'm next door, you can just shout if you have something."

"Okay." The painting kite answered weakly.

After the Baili couple left the wing, the door opened, and the man in red walked in.

When he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, turned his head to look, and his breath stagnated.

Demon, this is definitely a demon.

Hua Zheng frowned and turned his face away from him.

This young man in red is only sixteen or seventeen years old at most, and his facial features are simply perfect, not as beautiful as mortals.

Alas, the creator is really unfair, she is a serious immortal, why doesn't she have the appearance of the man in red.

The painting kite looked at the top of the tent heartily.

Feng Lige saw that she only stopped at him for a glance and then shifted her gaze, and said in her heart that this little girl should not know what a beautiful man is.

Also, she's only three years old.

Neither of them spoke, and their wrists were cold.

The kite turned to look at him.

"Your name should sound good."

The man in red paused and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

"A good-looking person should have a nice name to be a good match."

The man in red raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I think my appearance is better than my name, although, my name is not unpleasant." ”

Drawing Zheng was a little curious and asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Feng Lige." He withdrew his hand, there was still residual poison in his body, and he needed to recuperate.

"Pineapple?" The painting zither blinked, and the man in red's face darkened, "What did you say." ”

Hua Zheng looked at him innocently and said, "Aren't you called pineapple?" "She likes pineapples.

The man in red sat on a stool in front of the bed, tickling her waist.

"Don't scratch, I'm not afraid of itching."