Staring at Su Mei'er's orchid fingers, taking a small bite, enjoying it incomparably and cherishing the appearance of sipping beef soup, Nighthawk couldn't help but sigh in her heart!

Although he hates, the eldest husband stands up to the sky and the earth, and he is happy to enmity and hatred, and he will never make calculations on a few slices of beef.

It's just that how can he open his mouth, saying that there are many bandits in Nighthawk Village, and the materials looted are limited, and even he, the owner of the big village, eats a vegetarian diet every day, not to mention that she is a small prisoner?

He wanted to give her a few slices of beef to eat, but the 30,000 brothers in the village who were reincarnated like starving ghosts after training had already cut up all the beef, and those with short hands could not get it, not to mention that he, the owner of the village, who always deliberately walked at the back.

This was the happiest meal in the past few days, but Su Meier learned the lesson of leaving a grain of rice in the corner of her mouth yesterday. At this time, he didn't dare to gobble it anymore, just leisurely and happily ate his meal.

Soon, the food was gone, the dishes were gone, and the soup was drunk......

Wiping her mouth with a brocade and cleaning up the aftermath very carefully, Su Meier even diligently put those empty dishes back into the food basket, covered the lid, and stared at the nighthawk with a smile, her pupils were shattered and burning, and she looked extremely enthusiastic and grateful.

The thick Adam's apple couldn't help but slide a little, and Nighthawk still avoided her wink.

But Su Mei'er smiled so much that she was as pleasant as heaven, she brought her little face closer, and said as if coquettish and pleading: "Look at me, Lord Zhai, don't worry, I just want to talk to you." ”

"What is there to talk about?" Nighthawk stood up coldly, he avoided her, not entirely because he was afraid that she would use magic spells, but if he looked at her again, he was afraid that he would not be able to control his heartbeat.

"Yes!" Su Mei'er also stood up and looked directly at Nighthawk, "I ask to be a ghost, I hope you agree!" ”

"Understand, the ghost?" Nighthawk couldn't help but look at her in confusion.

"Yes." Su Mei'er stiffened her little face, looking serious, "For example, what's your name?" Why is Princess Ben here? This princess grew up in the deep palace since she was a child, and she asked herself if she had always been kind to others, she had never done anything bad, she had never done anything bad, why did she want to arrest me and imprison me? ”

Nighthawk stood with his hands in his hands, his posture majestic, and his expression arrogant and uninhibited.

The deep eagle eyes stared at Su Mei'er for a moment, and the dark eyes that were as deep as a cold pool seemed to hide complex emotions, but after seeing him take a deep breath, he replied coldly: "The owner of this village is headed by the Nighthawk Village, so it is called 'Nighthawk', with no name and no surname." As for the rest, you don't need to know. When the time comes, you'll understand! ”

Su Mei'er hooked her lips and sneered: "Nighthawk? Good image. I'm afraid it's not only because you're headed by Nighthawk Village, but also because of your unfathomable martial arts and ruthless style, specializing in hunting and killing, right? ”

"Say whatever you want, think whatever you want?" Nighthawk wanted to go again.

Su Mei'er couldn't help but grab his ape arm and called out sadly: "Don't go, Nighthawk ......"

This poignant call made Nighthawk's body stiffen suddenly.

"Don't go, I'm afraid. Nighthawk, this cave seems to be haunted. When I was sleeping at night, half-asleep and half-awake, I seemed to hear a woman's crying, and I was so scared! Nighthawk, don't lock me up in this blue wave cave, even if you do, let me go and be with Ruyi, okay? I want to go to the Lock Mist Cave, please! ”

The words were like tears.

After improving the food, she delusionally wanted to improve the accommodation. The little ninety-nine in Su Meier's heart is as simple as that.