Qi Ya and this Mo girl can hide without a trace, and it is impossible to track it at all.

"Don't worry. ”

Xuan Mo persuaded in a cold voice, and his tone sounded like a lecture, but in fact, he said it gently, and the only one who could create such a sense of difference was Lord Night.

"Can I not be in a hurry?"

Han Xiaoxi has never handled a case that cannot be solved, and it is impossible for her to let this case become a major stain on her career.

"We can recalculate this matter, don't worry about it now, it's not a particularly urgent serial murder case, we still have time to investigate. ”

Xuan Mo's words carried the power to soothe people's hearts, and Huo Jing's expression was much more relaxed than just now, and so was Han Xiaoxi.

She smiled and pushed the bowl of snail noodles in front of Huo Jing, and she could see that her face was bitter, but she still had to do it on purpose.

"Come on, eat more, I'm a little tired from investigating the case. Besides, I'm really sorry just now, I'm not angry at you, I'm just in a hurry to solve the case. ”

Han Xiaoxi's apology is really not sincere at all......

Huo Jing understood very well in her heart, picked up the chopsticks in her hand, and then picked up the tender rice noodles and handed them to Bu Yu's mouth.

Bu Yu ate it hard, and the expression on his face was as if he was generous and righteous now, but after tasting it, he felt that it tasted good.

It's just that it smells a little hard to accept.

Bu Yu gave a thumbs up, and that appearance really made Huo Jing and Lu Qiao stunned.

What kind of ecstasy soup and ecstasy medicine have been eaten, so that you can change your face faster than Sichuan opera.

I was still resisting just now, but now I will raise my thumb and say okay, even aphrodisiacs don't have this effect fast.

"You taste it. ”

Bu Yu's high-spirited expression lured Huo Jing to taste the delicacy of this world together, and the yearning expression on his face really made Huo Jing very curious, what kind of taste this rice noodle tasted like.

But after taking a bite, Huo Jing bit off all the rice noodles, and then raised her thumb with tears in her eyes and said to Lu Qiao.

"Taste ......"

"Good, good. Lu Qiao agreed repeatedly, and he was ready to continue eating.

This was not originally a drama of hurting each other, how did it fully perform the feeling of happy ending.

Before he put the snail powder in his mouth, he saw Huo Jing escape out of the door with Bu Yu, spitting vigorously.

Xuan Mo, with a gloomy face, looked like a terrible teacher, and he wanted to drag the two students into the house together to punish them.

Unexpectedly, the next one to rush out was Xuanmo.

He stood with Huo Jing Buyu, bent down his tall body, and vomited together......

Han Xiaoxi let out a long sigh and held his forehead with his hand.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Burst.

Hahaha.

This night king will vomit when he eats snail noodles, if everyone in the underworld knows......

Of course, laughing and laughing, Han Xiaoxi specially ordered the kitchen to make appetizing and greasy hawthorn soup, which was specially added with a little honey, which tasted sweet and sour, which could effectively alleviate the physiological reaction of vomiting.

She blew the soup cold while feeding it to Xuanmo's lips.

Xuan Mo not only doesn't like to eat smelly things on weekdays, but also doesn't like to eat sour things, and now this is simply making him choose one of the two, both of which are torturing himself.

"Still uncomfortable?"

Han Xiaoxi held back a smile, hiding a little bit of stealing fun, and asked the Night King in the room.

"Nothing, much better. ”

Xuan Mo's face was pale, and he vomited seven or eight times a night, but also a small ten times, so he was still saying it here, nothing, much better.

If Han Xiaoxi hadn't seen that the person who had just vomited was him, he would have really been deceived by his perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric.

Isn't it true that the Night King has been deceiving the people around him like this for thousands of years, and all the pain has been borne by himself.

She still persuaded.

"Okay, okay, you're much better, you're so good, you're all throwing up. Come, drink some hawthorn soup, specially selected sweeter hawthorn, it's really not sour. ”

Han Xiaoxi carefully blew the soup boy cold, his expression was as gentle as water, for the sake of Han Xiaoxi's careful care, Xuanmo forced himself again, opened his thin lips, and took a sip of hawthorn soup in embarrassment.

The cook's skills are indeed good, this hawthorn soup can also be made just the right amount of sweet and sour, will not feel greasy, and can also effectively resolve the feeling of vomiting, and now the feeling of vomiting is not so strong.

And after vomiting, there will be some bitter taste left in the mouth, which is also diluted by such a light sweet and sour taste, which makes Xuan Mo's face much better than just now.

Han Xiaoxi said while massaging down Xuan Mo's back.

"Lord Night, don't always push yourself. ”

"I didn't, I'm fine. ”

Xuan Mo said this, but it was like self-hypnosis, this is a lie that only children can tell, how can it be that such an adult still likes to talk like this.

"You really don't, are you really good? Is it when everyone around you is stupid and can't see it?"

Han Xiaoxi said quite forcefully, pinching Xuan Mo's shoulder and neck muscles fiercely, almost so painful that he didn't scream, but still pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and did not smile.

"I'm really good. "Xuanmo, this is still a dead duck with a hard mouth, so don't admit it.

Very good.

It has to be like this.

Han Xiaoxi used seventy percent of his strength to attack hard, but Xuan Mo endured it but didn't speak.

"Good. ”

His tone was as flat as ever, and his face was as cold as an iceberg, without the slightest change.

Such endurance is really extraordinary, and ordinary people can't bear such pain at all.

Han Xiaoxi didn't continue to start, but sat down, his expression seemed a little sad.

"What, you're tired, aren't you going to torture me?"

Xuan Mo's face was pale, and he was in such a mood to make fun of Han Xiaoxi, I have to say that Lord Night King is really powerful.

"You don't feel much pain, do you?"

Han Xiaoxi turned his head sideways and looked at Xuan Mo's facial features carefully, and his clear eyes looked into his well-versed eyes, reflecting a little candle flame, which looked particularly moving.

The cool breeze blew in from the window, sweeping the scattered strands of hair on her forehead, as if gently caressing her heartache, without leaving a trace, but depicting it clearly.

"How do you know?"

The corners of Xuan Mo's mouth twitched a few times involuntarily, and such a discontinuous twitch represented that Han Xiaoxi had said what was on his mind.

"How do I know? I guess. ”

Her eyes were fine, she didn't stop there, she looked at the candle flame, then at the dark window, and took a deep breath.

For some reason, her heart felt pain as well.

"It is worthy of being the chief judge, insight into people's hearts is like fishing for the moon under the water, you can be accurate. ”

Xuan Mo's appreciative words made Han Xiaoxi unhappy, Xu was aware that the atmosphere was a little sad, and Xuan Mo actually took the initiative to hand the hawthorn soup to Han Xiaoxi.

"Here, feed me. ”

Han Xiaoxi pressed Xuan Mo's wrist and eagerly said the words from the bottom of his heart, just to spit it out.

"Tell me, how much pain do you have?"

Han Xiaoxi's serious appearance seems to be fooled, and even if she fools her answer, she will immediately see through it.

Xuan Mo rarely knew how to tell the truth like this, and his thin lips pursed lightly before he said.

"It's only about 20% of normal people. ”

"As far as I know, most pain disorders aren't born this way. ”

Han Xiaoxi felt a chill on her back, and she couldn't imagine what kind of thing Xuan Mo had gone through to form such a terrifying ability.

"Indeed, it takes repeated pain reproduction to practice this ability to shield pain, with the intention of making himself the strongest weapon and the person in charge of the underworld. In the event of a fight, you can be brave and not be dragged down by pain. ”

The Night King was born to accept such a fate, he must live like this, and all those pains are for the sake of becoming a king.

To this end......

Those inhumane trainings have become a kind of talk in the market, but no one will ask what kind of suffering the Night King has suffered to make him powerful today.

"Xuanmo. ”

Han Xiaoxi took the initiative to pick up the soup spoon, scooped up the hawthorn soup a little, and sent it to his thin lips.

He pretended not to care and drank it, then looked at Han Xiaoxi.

"What's wrong? You're finally calling my name. ”

He didn't like the title of Lord Night, but preferred her to call herself that, because this was the real self, not just a tool called Lord Night.

"Lord Night, does it hurt?"

"Hmm, does it hurt? It should hurt you when we're together. ”

Xuan Mo never worries about pain, because he has long practiced the ability to not be afraid of pain, so there is a bit of frivolity in his words.

Han Xiaoxi understands that the more painful it is, the more people will speak so lightly, and pretending to be relaxed represents the reappearance of heartache, such an expression......

Like myself.

She understands the feelings of pain and patience all too well.

"Lord Night, you can't fool me. ”

Han Xiaoxi scooped up the last spoonful of hawthorn soup again, and when she brought it to his lips, she was still thinking about Xuan Mo's past in her heart, and she was still trying to experience the pain that he had forgotten, and she didn't see Xuan Mo not drinking this sip at all.

He just took the hawthorn soup in his mouth, and slowly approached her.

When Han Xiaoxi sensed the crisis and wanted to turn around, she had already fallen into the embrace of the dark, and her sexy thin lips covered her red lips steadily.

The sweet and sour soup has a strong sourness and countless pains, and in this most direct way, she can experience and understand her feelings.

Such a strong emotion was like a wave coming, directly slapping on Han Xiaoxi's heart, and she fell into such a whirlpool, unable to withdraw.