The room is lit with bamboo curtains, quietly swaying with the wind, a few waves of starlight are reflected in the glazed tiles on the side of the quiet face, all the light face, not stained with a little dust, the sleeves are flying, Nangong poured out a good face, the moon is like practice, and his already bony palm is more translucent, and it is a little more thin.

Nangong tilted his eyes slightly, the wind was a little strong, blowing through the wide sleeves and sliding out of his delicate arms......

"What are you worried about?" Disgusted with life, he said leisurely.

"Aang, where do you see my sorrow?" Nangong Tian, who drank too much, didn't seem to say as much as others, but was still so cold.

Disgusted with life, he raised his head and wandered around carelessly, all the strength of his body was supported by one arm, and his delicate face was smiling.

"You've frowned more than five times since you've come back."

"You may not know, after your absence, there is no anti-reaction, I'm just worried about tomorrow."

Nangong smiled and leaned back easily, the one that only had a vague face and a general outline in the disgusting place was outstanding.

I was tired of suddenly falling to the ground, and I don't know what I was busy with......

The stirring movement was still quite large, and it all fell to Nangong Tian's ears.

"It must feel bad to drink strongly, so ......" disgusted with life fumbled for a long time before thinking of a good statement: "It's uncomfortable to kill you." She still doesn't forget: "Snort".

Nangong poured out his previous calm......

It's been a long time......

Haoyue was in the air, tired of the sound of fine and fragmented breathing, and methodically entered Nangong Tian's ears, he looked a little proud, probed the side of the bed, and then set off to pick up the decanting soup that was detained next to him.

Nangong had a little cold crumbs in his eyes, but his hands had already betrayed him, and in just an instant, he felt as if he had been deceived, and quickly withdrew his fingertips.

Now I'm more awake than anyone else......

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The next day, Nangong Tilt was lying on the table and sleeping all in pain, he raised his hand and grabbed a disgusting coat and fell on his lap, Nangong Tilt's sleepy eyes were a little hazy, he straightened up, and a ball of paper curled up in his palm, slowly unfolded......

"A bowl of porridge, don't read it."

Nangong raised his eyes and drank lightly......

Nangong Tian almost didn't notice it himself, and every time he took a sip of porridge, his expression was very special.

Hunting is very dangerous, and has always been protected by several teams of people, and it tests the archery skills of men, the cooking skills of women, which is commonly referred to as experiencing life.

The only remaining women are Misanthropy and Zhang Qingqing.

They were busy on the stove in the morning, Zhang gently bet that the cooking skills must be first-class, and the disgusted smiled and sat on the small bench, and suddenly asked Zhang lightly in confusion: "Brother or Nangong Tian, which one do you prefer?"

Zhang Qingqing was busy looking at the pot, and was suddenly stunned, she turned her head with a faint helplessness: "If I tell you that I am relieved, can you believe it?"

Disgusted with laughter, suddenly, without warning, she said, "The ghost believes you."

Zhang said lightly but jokingly: "Don't say that ghosts really believe in it."

"You say that I am the queen mother who is high above, what do I have to fight for, there is no need to be your enemy." It's just that Zhang lightly frowned suddenly: "Sometimes, my hunch is very accurate, Nan Yinnian will definitely be a strong enemy of Yi'er."

The disgust became a lot more serious: "You deliberately put Nan Yinnian by your side, you are afraid."

"Although I hate your self-righteousness, you are not wrong, since you have let Yi'er sit in this position, there is no reason to ask Nan Yinnian to transgress."

Disgusted acquiesced.

The water boiled boiling, and Zhang gently called the tired of cutting vegetables, the cooking skills are really ignorant for the tired of life, but it seems that Zhang is gentle and methodical.

"When they came back at noon, they must have been thirsty, I remember before I left the cabinet, I made cool soup for my father every day, not to mention, in this regard, I am a teacher."

She smiled with sweat beads on her forehead, soaking the ends of her hair: "Why didn't I find you so powerful before?" I said while chopping vegetables.