"If you want to eat something objectively, our store has everything." The shopkeeper saw Murong Qingli's gorgeous clothes, and saw that Leng Yue'er was also wearing a lot of money, so he hurriedly greeted him.

"Private room." Murong Qingli glanced at the people in the room, there were quite a few.

"Okay. Two upstairs please. "The shopkeeper is very enthusiastic to lead the way.

"I don't want to go to the private room." Leng Yue'er said at this time. She really didn't want to go, how lively it was.

"Okay." Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er's expectation and had to agree.

"Let's have the table." The shopkeeper hurriedly pointed to a table. There are relatively few demons around this table, and it's quite clean. Murong Qingli nodded with satisfaction.

"What do the two guest officers want?"

"The best in our store are all on board." Murong Qingli said without waiting for Leng Yue'er to speak.

"Okay, you two, wait a minute." The shopkeeper left happily.

"What time is Murong Qingli?" When Leng Yue'er was waiting for the food, she remembered that she had closed her eyes for so long, and it was hard that not much time had passed.

"Twelve o'clock in the middle of the night in modern times."

"It's so late." Leng Yue'er couldn't help but be surprised, but she looked at the people around her again.

"This is the real life of the Demon Realm." Murong Qingli said kindly again.

"Sure enough, it's still different from people." Leng Yue'er spat out her saliva.

"Is there a difference?" Murong Qingli frowned and looked at Leng Yue'er.

Leng Yue'er thought about it, it seems to be the same, and it seems to be nightlife in modern people. Leng Yue'er couldn't help but shake her head when she thought of this. I don't understand.

"If you don't think about it, don't think about it, it'll give you a headache." Hey, I have a headache and I have to trouble myself.

"Hmm. If the food doesn't come, I'm dying of hunger. Leng Yue'er didn't think about it anymore, but her stomach rumbled again.

"Come on, wait." Murong Qingli was helpless.

"Guest officer, the dish is here." The shopkeeper came again with a smile on his face.

Leng Yue'er felt very kind when she heard this shout.

In a short time, the whole table was filled with food. Leng Yue'er didn't care about Murong Qingli and ate it alone.

"Slow down, no one is robbing you." Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er's gobbling up as if she had bought and eaten for eight hundred years.

"Why are you so hungry?" Murong Qingli frowned and looked at Leng Yue'er, didn't Natsume let the girl eat.

"I'll tell you, it's uncomfortable to eat with Natsume." Leng Yue'er said without raising her head.

"How?" The corners of Murong Qingli's mouth rose up.

"Natsume eats too elegantly, and I always feel like I'm not a woman when I eat with him." Leng Yue'er smashed her mouth, remembering the scene of eating with Natsume, she shuddered, and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Is it easy to eat with me?" Murong Qingli asked deliberately.

"Of course." Leng Yue'er replied without thinking.

The corners of Murong Qingli's mouth cracked.

"Because I didn't even think of you as a man."

The corners of Murong Qingli's mouth immediately fell. looked at Leng Yue'er angrily. Leng Yue'er only cared about eating her own food and didn't look up at him. Murong Qingli wouldn't have known that his lowered head was laughing at the moment.

"Oh my God, this is a woman, look at this meal."

Leng Yue'er was eating happily when she suddenly heard such a harsh voice and couldn't help but be surprised. Turn your head to look at the source of the sound. Leng Yue'er was immediately dumbfounded. There was a very plump woman on the stairs, and Leng Yue'er felt that the word plump was the best word for her. Leng Yue'er looked at the woman, where are her eyes, hey, I finally saw a person who was smaller than her own eyes, this self-esteem suddenly didn't know how much it had risen, and she was thinner than her. Leng Yue'er looked at her carefully, she was pink, did she know that this would make her body look fatter, Leng Yue'er looked up, eh, what is this head, what is it wearing, the brightness of this head blinded my dog's eyes. Leng Yue'er couldn't help spitting, but, Leng Yue'er wondered, how could this sister look at herself, although she couldn't see where her eyes were, but Leng Yue'er could clearly feel the contemptuous gaze that was shooting at her.

Leng Yue'er turned her head to Murong Qingli, and gestured to Murong Qingli with her eyes, are you talking about me?

Murong Qingli smiled and nodded.

Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli and nodded, turning her head to look at the woman on the stairs again. Sister, do we have a grudge, I really don't know you.

"Why haven't you seen a beautiful woman?" As soon as the woman spoke, Leng Yue'er's opinion of her was refreshed again. Sister, God.

"I've never seen such a beautiful woman like you." Leng Yue'er said in a whisper. What else could she say.

"Then you saw it this time, it was your ancestor who was fortunate to have three lives." The pink-clothed woman had a proud face.

"Uh-huh, yes." Leng Yue'er nodded in agreement.

"Hey, I said how can you eat so vulgarly as a woman, how can you embarrass the son-in-law opposite you by doing this." The woman in pink spoke again.

"It's okay, he doesn't care." Leng Yue'er looked back at Murong Qingli and then at the woman again, and said with a smile.

"How could it be. Even a demon can't stand your vulgar appearance. The woman looked incredulous.

"Well, that sister really can't." Leng Yue'er smiled again and spoke.

"What kind of relatives are climbing, we don't have relatives like you in our family." The woman looked at Leng Yue'er with disdain.

Leng Yue'er blinked her innocent eyes, who did she provoke. In the face of such a brainless and narcissistic woman, God can't deal with it.

"This young lady, I really don't dislike her appearance." Murong Qingli opened his mouth at this time, not knowing whether to add fuel to the fire or to persuade him.

Leng Yue'er glared at Murong Qingli when she heard this, you dare to dislike it.

"Childe, don't be afraid, if you are forced, just tell me, I will definitely help you." When the woman saw Leng Yue'er glaring at Murong Qingli, she thought that Leng Yue'er was threatening Murong Qingli to say this, and immediately felt pity for him. Hey, such a handsome son fell into the hands of such a woman.

"He's forced, are you mistaken?" Leng Yue'er was dumbfounded when she heard this, this woman's brain is dead. She can coerce Murong Qingli and make international jokes.

"You woman is still quibbling." The woman was furious.

"Hey, are you sick, aren't you, I provoked you, and you targeted me everywhere." Leng Yue'er was also completely annoyed. Eat well here and take care of her wool.

"Girl, don't be angry." Murong Qingli saw that Leng Yue'er was angry and hurriedly handed her a glass of water, and Leng Yue'er took it very rudely. As a result, this move strengthened the conjecture of the woman in pink, and she looked at Murong Qingli with more sympathy.