Seeing that the master finished washing up and was about to drink the porridge, Lan Shao hurriedly spoke: "Master, the porridge has been put for half an hour, and now it is cold, and the subordinates will go to the kitchen to order some other meals." ”

Chilled?

Hua Yuqiong swallowed a mouthful of porridge that was just the right amount of warmth with a strange expression.

The temperature is just right.

Seeing that Hua Yuqiong's expression was wrong, Lan Shao couldn't help but worry: "Master, what's wrong with this porridge?" ”

"It's okay," Hua Yuqiong shook her head, "the porridge is still hot." ”

"Hot? Impossible. ”

Lan Shao's expression was strange, "This porridge was sent by his subordinates half an hour ago, and it stands to reason that it should be cold by now." ”

She herself brought the porridge because she thought that the master would be able to enjoy it immediately after getting up and washing, and relieve the headache of the hangover, who would have thought that the master would get up half an hour later than usual today.

She should put the porridge in the pot first, and then she will serve it as soon as the master wakes up.

"Come to think of it, it should be my master's handiwork."

Hua Yuqiong remembered the gesture of waving her hand before the night disappeared. Now that he thinks about it, it should be from porridge, and he keeps warming it with his spiritual power until she gets up.

Speaking of that Venerable, Lan Shao remembered that he hadn't seen that figure at all, and couldn't help but be curious.

"Master, why don't you see that Venerable?"

Before Hua Yuqiong could answer, the bed tent next to the bed that had been put down at some point seemed to move, which immediately attracted Lan Shao's attention.

Behind the bed tent, a figure could be faintly seen...... Dressing?!

Lan Shao retracted his gaze in a panic and saluted to Hua Yuqiong: "The subordinates didn't mean to disturb the master's ...... Interested, please forgive the master, subordinates...... Retirement. ”

After speaking, he withdrew from the pavilion with his hands and feet very neatly and closed the door.

Painted Yu Qiong: ???

She had just swallowed a mouthful of porridge and was about to answer her question, when this little girl suddenly left as if she had seen a ghost.

What's the interest to bother? What's in her mood?

Thinking of the place Lan Shao looked at before saying that, Hua Yuqiong finished drinking the last mouthful of porridge, looked at the bed suspiciously, and immediately froze in place.

Through the bed tent, a figure could be faintly seen. The hair fell like a waterfall, and after the slender hand took off the clothes he had just put on, he reached out to untie the clothes on his body, and when he pulled them off, he could see the strong muscles on his arms half-hidden.

Hua Yuqiong swallowed unconsciously.

He was about to continue looking, but the figure did not move, and a lazy and bewildering voice came from behind the bed tent.

"Looking at Xiao Qiong'er's appearance, it seems that she hasn't seen enough?"

Hua Yuqiong didn't come back to her senses, a little annoyed that she was confused by the bewitching beauty of the night of the sacrifice again.

Kill a thousand knives!

Good Demon Realm Saint Venerable, don't go to his Demon Realm to enjoy the glory and wealth, and go to her here to play with beauty and temptation? When you go out, hit your head on the threshold, and your brain hits stupidity?

Seeing the painting Yu Qiong's speech, the night of the festival seemed to be in a very good mood.

Oh, little color fan!

Hua Yuqiong suddenly reacted, raised her eyes and glared at the bed tent, "Why did you appear on my bed again?" Still let Ah Shao misunderstand? ”

Her little Nizi won't think she really did what the night of the sacrifice is, right?!

"Ah Shao? It's him again! ”

The happy expression of the night disappeared visibly on his face, "He is so important in your heart?" ”

"Yes, she's my person, naturally important!"

"Your people?"

The voice of the night festival is low, and I can't hear the joy and anger in a suppressed way.

Hua Yuqiong said inexplicably: "It's not my people who I rescued, is it yours...... Not! ”