Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli's busy figure in the kitchen and was very angry. She looked at the ground and swallowed her saliva, which was really high, but Leng Yue'er looked at the net pocket she was in and seemed to be quite strong. Hey, fortunately, Murong Qingli didn't tie his hands and hang them from the tree. Leng Yue'er thought about the people who were hanging from the trees on TV, being lifted up and slipped on the trees under the scorching sun, their whole bodies were soaked from dehydration, their lips were chapped, and they were dying, hey, this picture is really scary. Now it seems that I am quite comfortable in this net pocket, under the shade of this tree. However, Leng Yue'er was also really curious about the time here, when she went out, it should be noon, and she went out for a while, and it was already evening when she came back again. Leng Yue'er squinted at the sunset in the distance, hey, it's time for dinner.

This girl really thinks about eating all day long. Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er in the distance and shook her head helplessly, let's continue cooking.

Night.

"Murong Qingli, you let me down. It's okay if you don't let me down, then you can send me some white food. Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli, that guy actually ate hot pot in front of her. What the hell is this? Thinking about the fact that she has been here for more than two years, she has almost forgotten the taste of this hot pot, but that guy actually eats it in front of her and doesn't put her down, it's really unbearable for uncle and aunt. However, Leng Yue'er did not show her atmosphere, but looked at Murong Qingli pitifully.

"Hmm. It's delicious. It's spicy. Murong Qingli didn't seem to hear Leng Yue'er's words, she only cared about eating by herself, and while eating, she fanned in the direction of Leng Yue'er, and the smell of the hot pot ran straight to Leng Yue'er's nose.

Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli, this guy was obviously anxious about herself, and her teeth hurt with anger. But there is no way.

Murong Qingli ate hard, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't hear Leng Yue'er's voice again, and he couldn't help but be suspicious, so he looked up at Leng Yue'er. I saw that Leng Yue'er was covering her stomach at the moment, her head was covered with sweat, and her face was distorted and ugly. Murong Qingli was startled, hurriedly put down the chopsticks, and the person flew in the direction where Leng Yue'er fell with the turn of his fingers.

"What's wrong? That uncomfortable? Murong Qingli hugged Leng Yue'er, who was trembling all over, with an anxious face.

"Murong Qingli, my stomach hurts so much, I just want to have a lot of ants biting." Leng Yue'er's face was covered with sweat, and her hair was stuck to her face.

Murong Qingli hurriedly flew to the room and put Leng Yue'er on the bed. As soon as Leng Yue'er arrived at the bed, she rolled on the bed in pain.

At this moment, Leng Yue'er felt as if there were hundreds of millions of ants crawling and biting in her stomach, and the pain that pierced her heart made her want to die.

Murong Qingli 、、、、、、 "Leng Yue'er no longer has the strength to speak at this moment. The voice has already burst out.

Murong Qingli grabbed Leng Yue'er's hand and gave her pulse, but Leng Yue'er was rolling on the bed because it was too painful, and it was difficult for Murong Qingli to call her pulse. I had no choice but to hold on to one of her hands, but I was afraid that it would hurt her. At this moment, Murong Qingli was also sweating.

Murong Qingli, I beg you, you can kill me. Leng Yue'er was completely speechless at the moment, and could only rely on this way to convey her meaning to Murong Qingli.

"This is never going to happen." Murong Qingli flicked her fingers, and Leng Yue'er felt that the pain in her body was much less, but it was still very painful and unbearable.

Murong Qingli saw that Leng Yue'er's face softened a little and breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this method was really useful, so he held Leng Yue'er's hand tighter.

For a while, Leng Yue'er felt that the pain in her body was disappearing little by little, and in the end, Leng Yue'er couldn't feel the pain at all, and couldn't help but be suspicious.

How do you do it. Although the pain was gone, because the shouting just now was too loud, Leng Yue'er's voice still couldn't speak at the moment.

"How do you feel now?" Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er, who had already wet her clothes because of the pain.

Murong Qingli, what's wrong with you? Leng Yue'er wanted to answer her, but saw blood flowing out of Murong Qingli's mouth.

"It's fine." Murong Qingli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled at Leng Yue'er as if she was frightened.

Leng Yue'er found that Murong Qingli's face was pale and bloodless at the moment.

What's going on? Leng Yue'er was very anxious in her heart. She knew that this time it must not be so simple, and when she saw Murong Qingli like this, her heart was even more anxious.

"It's really fine." Murong Qingli gently wiped the sweat off Leng Yue'er's head with her hands, but she couldn't wipe it off with too much sweat. Murong Qingli had a smile on her face, but she had already had murderous intent in her heart. This time, he must find out who is behind the scenes.

Murong Qingli looked at Leng Yue'er's face full of uneasiness, so she clicked on her sleeping hole. Leng Yue'er lost consciousness.

"Lord Wang." Mo Han looked at his master's face very gloomy, and the temperature around him was so low that it could freeze people to death.

"You must find out what happened to me this time."

"Yes." Mo Han knew that his master was angry this time, and it seemed that he was going to see blood.

"Lord Wang, are you okay?" Mo Han looked at Murong Qingli's pale face and couldn't help but worry. He really didn't expect that his master would use that kind of spell to save that person. Transfer, as the name suggests, is the transfer of what is in another person to one's own. This kind of spell is called evil art because it can transfer other people's spells to oneself. When you transfer someone else's spell to your own, you can only transfer half of the spell, but if you use it to transfer pain or injury, the pain or injury will be doubled to the transferee. In other words, the pain that Murong Qingli was suffering at the moment was twice as much as that of Leng Yue'er.

"It's fine. Go down. I hope to find the person behind this matter as soon as possible. Murong Qingli was very tired at the moment.

"Yes." Mo Han said nothing more and hid in the darkness.

Murong Qingli rubbed her temples and walked to the side of the bed to look at the sleeping person on the bed. At this moment, Leng Yue'er's brows were still wrinkled together, and Murong Qingli bent down and gently shaved her frowning brows away with her hand. This girl doesn't know what kind of powerful characters she is messing with, hey, it seems that there will be no idle days to live in the future.

Following.

Leng Yue'er was woken up by the sun outside the window, Leng Yue'er moved her body and found that there was nothing except some soreness, and after touching her abdomen, it was no longer painful, Leng Yue'er coughed and found that her throat was already better. Leng Yue'er sat on the bed and didn't get out of bed in a hurry, she was thinking. Leng Yue'er wouldn't be stupid, she thought that she was punished because of Murong Qingli's diarrhea, and she didn't think it was because of her body. It seems unlikely that she has eaten something unclean, although she has not learned much medicine under her master in the past two years, but she is more familiar with poison than anyone else, even Ouyang Hua's old man said that his talent in poison is different from ordinary people, as long as she eats something poisonous or not, she can taste it, even if she doesn't know what poison it is, just like the cup of tea that Ju gave herself. Besides, he ate the Hundred Poison Invasive Pill given by Murong Qingli, and the probability of poisoning is not great, so what else is there, and what else did he not think of. Leng Yue'er frowned, but she smelled the smell of rice. Hey, I don't want to go to dinner.

"What did Murong Qingli do today?" Leng Yue'er walked to the kitchen and saw that Murong Qingli's face had recovered from the past, and she was relieved, leaning on the pillar of the kitchen and watching Murong Qingli cook.

"Delicious." Murong Qingli kept the work in his hand as he spoke.

"I'm curious you learned this craft under that chef." After eating the food cooked by Murong Qingli, Leng Yue'er had no doubts about Murong Qingli's cooking skills.

"A genius like me is, of course, self-taught."

"Cut." Leng Yue'er was speechless, it was really unpraised, and as soon as she praised her tail, she went to the sky.

"Go sit at the table and wait. It was done very quickly. ”

"Hmm."

"Murong Qingli, you just let me eat it when I have just recovered from a serious illness, and your conscience will not hurt." Leng Yue'er, who had been waiting for a long time, thought that Murong Qingli would definitely cook her a lot of delicious food today, but when Leng Yue'er saw the food brought by Murong Qingli, she was very angry, what is this, green vegetables and tofu, well, fortunately, there is still porridge, but this porridge is too thin. Leng Yue'er scooped up with a spoon, but she didn't see a few grains of rice.

"Murong Qingli, you have no money." Leng Yue'er blinked and looked at Murong Qingli. Well, it seems that this explanation is more reasonable.

"Hmm. There is no money. You don't know that I spent all my savings to treat you. Murong Qingli sat down against Leng Yue'er. Speaking seriously.

"Really?"

"Really. Looks like you'll have to support me in the future. ”

"Why me?"

"Because it's to save you."

"I didn't let you save it." In Leng Yue'er's heart, Murong Qingli has always been very rich, but she has no money at the moment, how much has it spent, Leng Yue'er feels distressed when she thinks about it. It's better to let her die.

"Death is unlikely. From now on I will be your creditor. You have to pay it back. Murong Qingli said and took a steamed bun and ate it.

"What kind of money. No money. Oh yes, what's going on with my clothes? Leng Yue'er had already noticed that her clothes had been changed.

"I changed it."

"You accompany my innocence." Leng Yue'er looked at Murong Qingli, who was eating calmly, and had a toothache.

"Are you still innocent?" Murong Qingli glanced at Leng Yue'er.

"What's that? Why don't I have it? ”

Murong Qingli glanced at Leng Yue'er again and didn't say anything, eating her own food.

"What kind of eyes are you?"

"Guess for yourself."

"Get out. You can eat less, it's almost finished. Leng Yue'er looked at the dishes on the table, which were already scarce, and unconsciously Murong Qingli had already eaten most of them. Leng Yue'er hurriedly pulled the plate in front of her to protect it.

"Okay, it's all yours, I won't eat it." Murong Qingli pretended to put down his chopsticks as he spoke.

Leng Yue'er was unwary when she saw Murong Qingli's actions, and reached out to the steamed bun. Murong Qingli weighed this gap, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks again and took a bite of the dish.

"Murong Qingli."

"What's wrong?"

"Get out of here."