Qianqian took this opportunity to hurriedly say: "I forgot to stew the soup", and walked towards the door with his feet raised.

Nangong Jing picked up the teacup and hid the pain in his heart in his lowered eyes behind the cup.

Qianqian walked out of the door, breathed in the fresh air, the suffocation in his chest subsided little by little, and when he turned his head, he saw Beibei's worried expression,

Qianqian tried her best to show that she had nothing to do, "Let's go, I forgot, I originally asked you to help prepare dinner",

Beibei wanted to speak and stopped, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he just nodded after all and followed behind Qianqian.

During dinner, both of them tried their best to pretend that nothing happened, but Nangong Jing also vaguely felt that Qianqian today was a little different from the past.

No matter how hard people try to hide their inner emotions, there is a limit.

Could it be that she really sensed something?

Qianqian lowered her head and ate the rice in the bowl, but she began to have a thought in her heart: I don't know how long I can last, seeing him pretending to be okay and not wanting to worry about herself, her heart hurts like thousands of sharp blades.

But in order to take care of his hateful man's self-esteem, Qianqian can only go with the flow--

If he did ask, she would admit it--

Anyway, this day is going to come sooner or later --

After dinner, Xuanyuan Wanwan proposed to try it again with Xiaoba,

In fact, every once in a while, Hachi will try to detoxify, but every time it fails,

The strange poison in Nangong Jing's body is obviously something that even Xiaoba is very afraid of, every time Xiaoba only touches a little bit, he will stiffen, and it will take a while to recover.

As for the scroll that records Xiaohachi, there is still one last important thing missing: Moro flower juice, which is extremely difficult to find.

Moro flowers are only slightly recorded in the book: the legend grows on the cliffs,

But all this rare divine grass and divine flowers are available but not sought,

At the beginning, the ancestors of the Xuanyuan clan took great pains to protect the secrets of a thousand times.

To unravel the handwriting on the scroll, it takes several processes, and it is not difficult to remove the potion that is hidden on the handwriting, but the only way to make the handwriting appear is by this Moro flower juice,

Nangong Hao sent tens of thousands of troops to look for Moro Flower, in fact, when he could find it, it was also far away--

Nangong Jing forced the poison to the fingers of his left hand as usual, Qianqian took out Xiaoba from the box, put it in the palm of his hand, stretched out his fingers and gently stroked its fleshy body, if Xiaoba could understand the words, Qianqian couldn't wait to use the words that he pleaded in this life,

Hachi felt Qianqian's slightly sad emotion, stretched out his head and rubbed her palm, responding to her,

But when Xiaoba was put in front of Nangong Jing's finger, his little body trembled, and he crawled to the side.

Every time the detoxification is a catastrophe for it, the unbearable feeling of pain all over its body, it doesn't want to go through it a second time, although it also wants to help the little seventh brother detoxify, but the little eight really can't do it--

Qianqian saw Xiaoba's scared appearance, her heart tightened, and she couldn't bear to force it, but Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at Nangong Jing, only to see that there was a faint streamer in his jade-like eyes, staring at Xiaoba on the table tightly, and when she saw Xiaoba crawling to the side as usual, her eyes dimmed slightly, and her thin lips were tightly pursed into a line.

Qianqian's heart hurt, so she stretched out her hand to block Xiaoba's retreat,

Hachi was stunned, and then stopped in place and didn't move.