Hua Yuqiong got up, walked to the table, reached out and took a bunch of red and large sugar gourds wrapped in syrup, turned around and walked to the side of the night and sat down.

"Oh," she handed the sugar gourd to the night of the festival, "don't you want to eat it?" ”

Saiye blinked, and didn't reach out to take the sugar gourd. I saw him lean over slightly, lowered his head and bit a hawthorn, hooked the tip of his tongue, and rolled it into his mouth.

The entrance is sweet, and when he bites into the hawthorn, he has a sour taste again, not like the greasy and sweet taste he thought.

A faint smile appeared at the bottom of Hua Yuqiong's eyes.

"Is it delicious for your brother to feed you?"

The Adam's apple rolled up and down and swallowed.

The tip of his tongue poked out and licked the corner of his mouth, "Of course Xiao Qiong'er feeds it deliciously." ”

"Really?"

Hua Yuqiong hooked her lips and smiled, removing the emotion at the bottom of her eyes, "Eat more in that little night." ”

The night of the sacrifice felt that there was something wrong with the painting of Yuqiong, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't miss anything, so he just thought that the painting of Yuqiong had just been stained with blood, and he was not in a good mood.

Seeing that the last hawthorn was bitten off at the night of the festival, the smile in Hua Yuqiong's eyes became thicker and thicker.

Matsuya noticed the corners of her lips that couldn't help but curl, and suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, but there was nothing wrong with her body.

This little thing shouldn't be drugged by him now, right?

"Three ......"

Hua Yuqiong's cold voice rang out.

"Two ......"

My heart jumped.

"One."

Hua Yuqiong hooked her lips and smiled, and watched with great satisfaction as the neck of the night began to redden. And the night of the sacrifice also reached out to his neck at that moment and scratched it.

Damn little wildcat!

I felt that the back of my hand was also starting to itch, and when I looked closely, the back of my hand began to redden.

"Brother, it's itchy every night."

Hua Yuqiong just watched, and didn't make a move.

"Luck, it'll be good if you force it down."

Just like in the South Smoke Tower just now, the magic spirit is running.

The action of scratching the neck of the night suddenly paused, and the thin lips were slightly hooked. At the same time, his subordinates began to operate the magic spirit.

"When did you find out?"

Hua Yuqiong pursed her mouth and teased: "What? Don't stop calling my brother? ”

There was a smile in the eyes of the night festival, and there was a little more danger in the depths of the smile.

"You're deliberately tricking me?"

"Each other, each other."

As she spoke, Hua Yuqiong took another string of sugar gourds from the table.

Seeing that the night luck stopped the itching, Hua Yuqiong said while eating the sugar gourd.

"At that time, in Nanyanlou, you were a childish person, swaying back and forth in the place where blood was splashed, and your white clothes should be stained with blood. But when I arrived at Bishanju, I found that your body was white and flawless, not even a single blood spot, not even on your boots. Even if there is protection from disasters, he can't protect you so meticulously, right? ”

There was a slight surprise in the eyes of the sacrificial night, and he suddenly chuckled.

"It turns out that this little detail makes you doubt me."

"You should rejoice."

Hua Yuqiong glanced at the night of the festival.

If it weren't for the fact that he was so badly injured because of her, she would have given him poison, and it wouldn't be this itchy pill that only makes people itch.

His eyes were dark, and he didn't speak.

Hua Yuqiong swallowed the last hawthorn and threw it casually, and the stick flew out with a "bang". The force was so great that the bamboo stick pierced through the wooden stick leaning against the table and covered with sugar gourds.