After some 'forced confession', the two pieced together the truth, the kid said that he wanted to let Ayadi go because he made a bet with his friends that if he could get the Snow Girl to help them, make the game more difficult, and by the way, let them also join in throwing snowballs, and the winner asked the loser to wash his clothes for 100 years.

"Oh oh~ This bet is a little big, no wonder he has to let you go. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, so I'll help by the way! Besides, you can't let your 'son' suffer. ”

Even her father said so, Ayadi could only agree, and the three of them walked towards the competition venue.

As the administrator of the eighth layer of the Maha Bowl Temo Hell (also known as the Great Red Lotus Hell), the tournament is about to start after taking his seat, and Ayadi proposes the child's suggestion to the representatives of the other hells, and everyone agrees, and the tournament officially begins.

Ayadi was busy scoring, and Jiuling was busy dozing off.

After waking up, Jiuling suspected that he was 'forced', why did he think so?

Because he was disheveled, loose and wrinkled, the room had that pervasive smell, and there were still women's clothes piled up on the bed, lift the quilt and look underneath, phew, fortunately the pants are still on, it's okay, wait! Maybe she'll put it on for him again when she's done.

Jiuling was suddenly frightened, but this didn't last long, and after a while, Ayadi came in, blocked the wind and snow out of the door, and walked towards Jiuling with a basket, swaying and walking towards Qinglian, noticing this, Jiuling's face was a little complicated, as if he had eaten rice, colorful, but interesting.

"There's nothing to eat here, I've stewed some fish soup for you, and five-grain porridge, and a few sweet potatoes are roasting in the kitchen, so fill your stomach for the time being." Gentle and gentle like a virtuous little wife, the white and tender little hands also helped him cover the quilt and cover it tightly.

Smile and ask him, which one do you eat first? I'll feed you.

With the apprehension that he might be strong, drinking the sweet grain porridge spoonful by spoonful, Jiuling was very quiet, and his heart was swiping the screen.

As a merry boy who has been frolicking in the flowers for so many years, he didn't expect that the boat would capsize, he had to confirm and reconfirm, thinking of this, Jiuling asked directly, "You slept too hard yesterday, you couldn't wake up, I had to carry you back, but after all, this is a woman's body, and I fell down a few times on the way..."

Oh~ I see, but it's still full of loopholes, and it doesn't look like he's lying, and how can he sleep dead and not wake up, the smell in the house is so obvious, doesn't Ayadi know? Still can't smell it? Or, deliberately pretending that nothing happened~

"What did you do to me last night?" The sudden questioning made Ayadi's heart flash a trace of panic, and she hurriedly waved her hand, "No! The tone is so firm, the expression is so sincere, staring ~ to death will not say that he rubbed Jiuling tofu all night.

Stare at~

Just when Ayadi thought it was going to be over, suddenly, Jiu Ling moved!

Lifted the quilt, put on a plush and thick coat, opened the door, and a gust of cold wind poured in, making Jiuling sober up a lot in an instant, "Where are you going?" "Thatched house, by the way, don't close this door, ventilate."

Walking in the corridor, there is nothing in this courtyard except the lake and tables and chairs, the plants can't stand this cold environment, and the owner of the house has no heart to raise, walking and walking, Jiuling saw a black spot in the distance slowly moving closer to his sight, and came to the door of the house very quickly.

Jiuling was puzzled, so he simply followed, hiding his figure.

The big man was very dark, dressed in a big black trench coat, and his eyes were very eye-catching, and he was absolutely invisible in the dark.

Black people, Jiuling is very rare, there are black people in the Eight Cold Hell, and there are black people who are willing to come to this frozen place, and they usually stay in the Eight Hot Hell.

It made Jiuling more interested.

The black man entered the firewood room, put the big box on his back on the ground, and tore the tape of the box.