"On the night of the festival, come and eat."

She beckoned as she picked up her chopsticks and ate them.

Seeing her posture, her eyes froze, "You just didn't eat enough?" ”

Hua Yuqiong's mouth was stuffed with meat, and she nodded again and again.

With that sight as deep as the sea, it's good to be able to sit still, and you can still eat?

Watching her staring at the meal on the table with green eyes, her cheeks moved.

For some reason, I felt a lot of stuffiness in my heart on the night of the sacrifice.

He sat next to Hua Yuqiong, and saw her spit out fish bones one by one, so he stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a large piece of fish meat and carefully picked out the fish bones.

Hua Yuqiong watched his movements, his eyes moved to the serious side face of the demon, and he smacked his tongue secretly.

A beauty is a beauty, and eating fish and picking a thorn is so elegant and noble.

Before she could take a second look, the fish in the beauty's hand fell into her bowl.

Painting Yuqiong was stunned, "You ......"

Picked out the thorns for a long time and gave her the fish?

The thin lips of the night were slightly hooked, "The thorns are all clean, feel free to eat." ”

Hua Yuqiong suddenly remembered that she had ignored it, and this demon seemed to have thoughts about her.

Unlike Xin Han, Xin Han knows that this body is a daughter's body, but this demon is completely as good as Longyang.

The spiritual food on the table and the fish in the bowl suddenly stopped smelling.

"This is the spiritual wine in my palace, mellow and gloomy, full of aura, do you want to taste it?"

As he spoke, he took out a fine wine jug made of purple spirit jade, and put his slender fingers over the body of the jug. The purple spirit jade under the candle flame shone with a streamer, lining the hand as if it had more magical power, and people couldn't help but blaspheme the owner of the hand.

However, this flask ......

After briefly flickering at the hand of the night worshipper, Hua Yuqiong's eyes quickly looked away.

In addition to spirit stones, there are also spirit jade in this world.

There is aura in both of them, which provides cultivation convenience for cultivators. But the spirit jade is extremely rare than the spirit stone, and you can't find a few pieces of red spirit jade all over the Red Moon Continent, let alone purple spirit jade.

Looking at the look on the night of the festival, it seems that it is normal to use purple spirit jade to make a wine jug.

The eyes of Hua Yuqiong looking at the night of the festival are different.

Yes, he is the lord of a realm, and he has a lot of money, which is reasonable.

It was the first time that she was stared at so hotly by Hua Yuqiong, and Sai Ye thought that she had seen her own thoughts, and suddenly felt a little weak.

"How...... What's wrong? ”

"It's fine."

Hua Yuqiong shook her head, suppressing the arrogant thoughts in her heart.

What was she just thinking?

She actually wanted to rob the big treasury of the night of the festival?

Painting Yuqiong, painting Yuqiong, you don't want to die?!

"That ......"

Matsuya asked uncertainly, "Do you want to drink?" ”

Hua Yuqiong shook her head, "Forget it, there is still business tonight." ”

The night of the festival was surprised.

Xiao Qiong'er still has a time when she is not hungry for alcohol?

"Well, I'll drink it myself."

The sound of the night festival was a little lonely, and I could hear the action of Yuqiong.

Before she could say anything, a burst of spiritual power lingered on the tip of her nose, caressing her taste buds.

Hua Yuqiong swallowed.

She's greedy!

She is not only hungry for spirit wine, but also for the purple spirit jade wine jug filled with wine!

The night of the festival looked at her reaction, and the corners of her lips slightly hooked up an inconspicuous arc.

He poured himself a glass of wine, picked it up and held it to his lips, his eyes moving slightly, and the wine that should have fallen into his mouth slid a few drops from his thin lips and dripped down the perfect arc.

Hua Yuqiong, who had been peeking at the spirit wine, was breathless, and her cheeks stopped.

The night of the festival is as bewitching as if he doesn't know it, the purple eyes that take the soul are rippling, and the voice is as bewitching as a demon's whisper.

"Little Qiong'er, do you want to try it?"