Xiao Yinghuai hasn't dreamed for a long time.

The sand and yellow color of the sky added a little twilight to the sky, a slender figure turned her back to herself, the wind of the hunt blew her loose hair, as if sensing his gaze, the man turned around, and his dark and calm eyes looked at Xiao Yinghuai as if he had something to say to him, and lightly opened his lips-

"Go? Worthy! This ragged cape! Fight! Battle! With the humblest dreams!! ”

Xiao Yinghuai: !

The passionate singing was like a big fight.

A slap slapped Xiao Yinghuai out of his dream.

"Xiao Yinghuai, you're awake."

Yuebai, who was gnawing on spicy chicken feet, spit out the bones in his mouth and bent down to look at him.

Well? If you don't have a sense of happiness for the rest of your life, forget it.

Why does this still look like a loveless life?

Looking at the half chicken foot in her hand, Xiao Yinghuai lifted his eyelids without any energy: "Why are you here?" ”

He still remembered that he was sitting in the council hall of Chaoyang Cliff, and then Si Yan said something that he didn't have, and he said something, and the last thunder-

He straightened up suddenly: "That thunder!?" ”

Seeing that he didn't have amnesia, Yuebai breathed a sigh of relief, and said in an amiable tone: "Yes, because you swore not to love me, you were almost split into a charcoal-roasted black dragon by Lei, and you didn't add seasonings." ”

Xiao Yinghuai narrowed his eyes: "What did you do to me?" ”

Yuebai pretended to be old and stroked the non-existent beard on his chin.

"You want to know?"

This sentence is an old man in my ears now.

A sneer curled into his lips: "I don't want to know now." ”

Don't think I don't know you're going to take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail.

Yuebai: "........."

It was at this time that she liked Si Yan more.

How easy it is to cheat with money.

"Oh yes, are you hungry, there's something to eat."

Looking at the little dragon lying on the bed with a look of sorrow and a bandage on his back, Yuebai's heart suddenly softened.

Xiao Yinghuai's eyes were gloomy, he didn't know what he was thinking, and ignored her words.

Taking away the spicy chicken feet that he had eaten half of the pot, Yuebai limped and went to take the food box on the round table next to him.

There is a warm stone at the bottom of the food box, so that when the box is opened, the food that has been left out in the cold for an hour still wafts out of the steaming heat.

"Drink it while it's hot."

Porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork.

Just smelling the smell, Xiao Yinghuai guessed what it was.

When he was young, he was not in good health, and he would cook this porridge for him.

"How's it going, is it delicious?"

Xiao Yinghuai tasted it, the familiar taste seemed to have passed through thousands of years, and it was also at this angle at that time, the man's calm eyes looked at him expectantly, clearly close at hand, but far away.

"It tastes good."

His voice was a little hoarse, and he only took a sip and put it down, but his blood-red eyes were cold in vain.

The stand-in of the man, which party has the strength to spend time to cultivate such a person and send it to him.

The blood-devouring red eyes looked at Yuebai for a moment, but they were sneering in their hearts, what kind of vision, where does this woman have a lingering shadow, besides, instead of currying favor with him, it is better to give Si Mingkong that neuropathy, maybe he will seek more benefits.

"Yes, it's delicious, that cook's spicy chicken feet are also a must, so I'll ask her to get you something to eat by the way."

Yuebai crossed the injured foot, her face full of pride.

"The Chef" and "By the Way"

The original awe-inspiring in Xiao Yinghuai's eyes was shattered into slag.

"It's not.... What did you do? ”

It took him a moment before he seemed to find his voice again.

Yuebai's eyes were blank: "No, my feet are injured, do I do it for you in a wheelchair?" ”

Xiao Yinghuai: "........."

Preserved egg and lean pork porridge is not a rare thing, maybe it is a coincidence.

"Stand down, I'm sleepy."

Burying his head in his two claws, His Majesty the Venerable Dragon Emperor chose to escape social death straightforwardly.

Yuebai shrugged, but didn't insist.

"By the way, the National Teacher may come to you."

She guarded Xiao Yinghuai, and she had to go back to make up for sleep if she didn't sleep all night.

Because the matter of being struck by lightning was really ......., they pushed Yuebai over to guard Xiao Yinghuai after they discussed it together.

It's a good thing to say, but it's not that I'm afraid that Xiao Yinghuai will cut off their heads when he wakes up.

Closing the door, Yuebai walked to the next room.

The system finally couldn't help but say loudly: [Obviously you did it, why don't you admit it]

Yuebai didn't speak, just smiled.

[You don't understand]

[I don't understand your scheming thoughts, right, hum, Lao Yin Bi]

The old yin is whiter than the moon: "........."

...

"Mother-in-law."

Xiao Nan knelt at her feet.

Looking at the attendant who was in charge of raising the Soul Flower, Midori leaned against the soft collapse and answered softly.

Yesterday, a series of events almost exhausted her old bones.

She said that she was willing to do her best for the national teacher, but she didn't say that she would die here.

"The Spiritualist Flower has already bloomed."

Thinking of the necessary materials for the night of the full moon, she cheered up.

Xiao Nan smiled flatteringly: "Yes, it has bloomed and is ready to be used." ”

Midori nodded, signaling that he knew, and when he saw that the situation was going well, he waved his hand and sent him out.

Looking at the door closed in front of him, taking advantage of no one, Xiao Nan took a sip gently.

Phew, old thing, if you don't want to go to the front of the palace to serve Your Majesty, see if I am a bird or not a bird of you.

Thinking of the Soul Conjuring Flower he had forged with an ordinary Silver Moon Flower, he shook his head slightly and felt a little proud.

Anyway, the ritual fails every year, and the real flower is estimated to have turned into ashes along with the punishment of the thunder tribulation, who would find out that the spiritualist flower is fake?

"Hey, Xiao Nan is gone."

A short attendant who had slipped away to find someone to chat with a look of regret on his face.

Another tall man said, "What are you looking for him, people don't bother to be with us." ”

The short man glared at him: "Don't be like this, because he is of mixed race, he was bullied a lot when he was a child, and now his personality is a little extreme, how can it be as serious as you say." ”

"I wanted to tell him about the lightning strike in the main hall last night.......

The tall man smiled disdainfully.

Bullied? Who is being bullied, that is, you are too naïve, so you are being played.

...

After Yuebai left, Xiao Yinghuai, who had already closed his eyes and looked tired, opened his eyes.

After glancing in the direction of the door, he got up again and drank the rest of the porridge.

The porridge that was still warm ran down the esophagus into the stomach, and the warmth made the dragon unable to help but feel sleepy.

Sweeping his tail, Xiao Yinghuai was just about to continue sleeping, when he suddenly felt as if he had touched something.

When he looked at it, it was a flower.

"Didn't get struck by lightning?"

His eyes flashed with surprise.

Speaking of which, I haven't looked at it carefully before.

After studying for a while, the dragon, who originally looked loose, suddenly froze, and his blood-red eyes shrank slightly.

"The Conjuring Flower ......."