As soon as Mu Lao heard Hua Yuqiong's words, his heart immediately tightened, and he hurriedly said: "Eh, that's not what the old man meant, the little young master forgives the sin." ”

Looking at the frightened Mu Lao, he drew Yuqiong and smiled.

She remembered that the original body always liked to ride on Mu Lao's neck and pull his beard before, but he was reluctant to fight back, and every time it was the grandfather and uncle who coaxed the original body to get off him.

"Okay, Mu Lao, let's eat it. I'm going to send porridge to Grandpa and Xin Han Xin'an, and I'm going to deliver it to Master. ”

Hua Yuqiong put the side dishes aside, looked at Mu Lao's beard with smiling eyes, and turned to walk out the door.

"Little master, go slowly."

Mu Lao looked at the back of Hua Yuqiong, thinking of the look she had just now, he trembled, stretched out his hand and touched his beard, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, his beard is still there.

However, the dishes in the little master's hands are stacked so high, won't they fall?

Hua Yuqiong went to the old man, and quickly slipped out of the door under the surprised and relieved gaze of the old man, and arrived at Beiyuan.

"Master? Master? ”

Hua Yuqiong put the oil-paper umbrella outside the door and knocked on the door, but no one answered, and no one came to open the door.

"Strange, what about people?" Hua Yuqiong knocked on the door again, "Master? I'll come in if you don't say anything else, huh? ”

The three wooden men inside silently looked in the direction of the door, and their hearts were full of wails.

What are you doing here?

If you don't come early, you don't come late, but when the Holy Venerable least wants to see him.

What to do?

The Holy Venerable abused the painting master for a while, should they save him?

Seeing that no one answered, Hua Yuqiong gently pushed open the door, "Master, I'm going in?" ”

What happened to that guy on the night of the festival?

Dead asleep?

I can't.

Isn't sleeping like a pig her routine?

Hua Yuqiong touched the darkness and put a few bowls of porridge and a few dishes on the table.

It's so dark inside, he can't really be still sleeping, right?

She still thought about finishing the meal with him, and then put away the dishes and chopsticks by the way.

Hua Yuqiong sighed helplessly, walked lightly towards the candlestick, lit the candle, and the originally dim room instantly brightened up a lot.

"Boom!"

It was still thundering outside, and Hua Yuqiong walked behind the screen, thinking about getting up for dinner at night, but there was only a quilt on the bed, and there were three figures standing straight not far away.

Hua Yuqiong's eyes widened, looking at the two of them with a standard smile on their faces.

"Since you're here, why don't you know how to respond?"

Calamity and calamity did not speak, but kept winking at Hua Yuqiong, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"What's wrong?" Hua Yuqiong was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the Yan on the side, "Who is this?" What about your deities? ”

Disasters and disasters are almost bursting into tears, and I can't wait to shout them out.

"Shut up the deity!"

A cold voice came, and Hua Yuqiong was startled, and turned her head in amazement, looking at the quilt on the bed.

It's not the same, and sleeping is so different.

"Smack!"

"Boom!"

A bright light outside the window flashed and went out, and in a burst of thunder, Hua Yuqiong's eyes widened in disbelief.

What did she see?

She actually shivered when she saw that festival night that was so powerful that she could drag it to the sky on weekdays?!

Oh, my God!

She's not dazzled, is she?

As if to test her thoughts, a roar rang out again.

At the same time, the night of the festival shrank into the quilt again.

"Poof!"