"The person who makes the roast chicken is chasing after him, whoever eats it, who solves it." Mo Yu pulled Qi Miao over and led her to the Nanxi Garden next door, "Is it time to make up for me the candle night in the cave room?" ”

In Qi Miao's frightened eyes, Mo Yu stepped forward and pressed Qi Miao onto the bed.

Just when Qi Miao was about to do something to her, he gently took off her shoes and socks, and said softly: "You haven't closed your eyes for a few days, be good, sleep first." ”

The voice of the devil seemed to be tempting, as soon as Qi Miao heard this, she suddenly felt that her brain was in chaos, she wanted to say something, but she couldn't stop being tired, but after a while, she had fallen asleep.

"That's good." Mo Yu pinched Qi Miao's tight white cheeks, put his hand on her hand, and lay on the bed with her, falling into a deep sleep.

No one noticed that the hands of the two of them were filled with thick black mist, and the rich demonic energy continued to flow from the palm of the demonic twilight to Qi Miao.

Although the demonic qi and the blood qi are not the power of the same system at all, and using the demon cultivators to help the blood cultivators replenish their energy will only be counterproductive, but the situation between the demon and Qi Miao is different, and there is also the existence of the universal magic mirror between them.

If the Magic Mirror of the Universe is complete, the difference between the Demonic Qi and the Blood Qi is completely negligible, but now the Magic Mirror of the Passage is only the central part and one of the ten fragments, which is a serious disability.

Therefore, although it is useful to use demonic qi to resist blood qi consumption, the conversion rate is less than one percent.

However, Qi Miao is more important to Mo Yu than his own life, so what is there to be reluctant to do with a little demonic energy?

Different from Qi Miao and Mo Hui's side are Lan Hao and Xue'er who were casually thrown out by Mo Hui, at this time, they were already lost dogs, and they were chased and beaten everywhere by Feng Jiuchen, who was looking for the residual breath of the space crack.

"You two little bastards, you dare to steal my things from the old man, see if I don't kill you." Feng Jiuchen angrily chased after Lan Hao and Xue'er who were scurrying around, and he had a feeling of vowing to kill the two.

These two little bastards, even if they ate his roast chicken, they actually stole again and again, stealing a hundred and one, which really pissed him off.

"Crazy old man, I want to eat when you are a young master?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Lan Hao felt a burst of myocardial infarction, and anyone who was forced to eat a full hundred roast chickens couldn't be happy, not to mention that his stomach was still swollen now.

"Damn, dead boy, I ate the old man's things, and I dare to dislike it, you stop for me, see if I don't kill you!"

Feng Jiuchen was trembling by Lan Hao's indifferent attitude, and the pace of chasing Lan Hao was called a six relatives who did not recognize it, but it was the real "culprit" blood, but he was pulled by Lan Hao's wave of hatred, and was completely ignored by Feng Jiuchen.

It's a pity that it's not a worry-free one, and it can stay out of it, but it just pulled another wave of hatred for itself.

"Old man, come on, come on, beat that dead rat to death!" Xue'er nibbled on the roast chicken while raising his paws to add oil.

This dead mouse, gnawing on its favorite delicious roast chicken in front of it, is simply killing the fox, it is really infuriating, this old man had better be more powerful, beat him into a rat.

It's a pity that Xue'er forgot that there is a saying called happiness and sorrow, it doesn't speak, Feng Jiuchen hasn't noticed this little fox with a small size and an obvious target.

As soon as it spoke, Feng Jiuchen immediately transferred half of his anger towards Lan Hao to it.