The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

The night wind blew from a distance, carrying the smell of meat, as if it caused a slight tingling pain in the bone marrow, as if all the vitality had gathered.

Duguxiao suddenly laughed, smiling like a cunning fox, showing his white teeth happily, and then, in Lin Qingran's bright eyes, made an unimaginable movement, threw the piece of meat away, opened his mouth wide, and took the down.

Lin Qingran 囧: Brother, you are the emperor of Dongming now, pay attention to your image, okay?

At this moment, he is very much like the old Mr. Xu who was so sad.

The taste of highland barley wine is really not good for people who are not good at drinking. Lin Qingran opened his mouth, exhaled, and kept pushing it with his hands, as if this could dispel the spicy breath in his mouth.

Looking at Lin Qingran, who was obviously not good at drinking, but pretended to be proud, and finally ended up in such a mess, the smile in Dugu Xiao's eyes grew stronger: "Eat a piece of mutton, go to the spicy!"

Lin Qingran was deeply convinced, and hurriedly picked up the chopsticks to pick up the meat and ate it. Seeing that she was not cold, Dugu Xiao put it in her mouth, and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful!"

After all, it was still a step too late, as soon as the words fell, Lin Qingran heard "Ouch", obviously burnt to the mouth.

Dugu Xiao looked and saw that his lips were red, obviously nothing serious, the red lips dripping with blood made his mouth dry, he looked away uncomfortably, and whispered two words: "You deserve it!"

Although her lips were scalded, Granny Li not only made good barley wine, but the hot pot also tasted very good. Of course, in Lin Qingran's eyes, Granny Li's hot pot should be more delicious than barley wine.

Sitting there, the two of them felt a little dispirited at first, but gradually they began to taste the taste, and the two of them chatted and ate the big pot of mutton to the bottom.

Lin Qingran scooped up the bottom of the pot with chopsticks, like a greedy cat, putting the last piece of mutton into her stomach, before sighing in satisfaction, "I'm so full!"

"You said you can eat so much, why didn't you grow into a fat man?" Dugu Xiao took out his handkerchief, wiped his lips, and said with a smile.

Lin Qingran gave him a white look: "This girl is born beautiful, no matter how much she eats, she won't gain weight." She looked Dugu Xiao up and down, and said with malicious intentions: "It's you, you better be careful! You're too fat, don't worry. Break down your dragon couch."

Her expression is vivid and her voice is playful, Dugu Xiao looked at her, feeling a sense of satisfaction in her heart, she finally smiled, not the kind of shallow smile floating on the water surface, but gurgling from the deep side, not in vain He put on a show.

Standing in the crowd and looking at her just now, she was clearly in a busy city, but her whole body was full of loneliness, together with those bright and clear eyes, they no longer had the splendor of the past, as if shrouded in a thick layer of fog, a dim light.

He knew that she was thinking about that person, that man who was shrouded in thousands of brilliance, even though he was standing in Dongming's supreme position at this moment, he was still full of envy and jealousy.

Dugu Xiao stopped talking, looked at her quietly, looked at her dimple, looked so intently, so intently, as if he wanted to engrave her face in his mind.

With such a focused gaze, such an expressive gaze, and such a strong gaze, Lin Qingran's smile gradually froze, and after a while, it came abruptly, and she could no longer laugh. Lips pursed, head bowed.

Silence, suffocating silence.

"Sister, I can make you Princess Zhaohua!"

Dugu Xiao finally picked up the wine glass and put it to his lips, seemingly inadvertently uttered a word, breaking the strange silence.