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Unlike Qian Sheng, Qing Jiu was so anxious that she wanted to fight immediately. She sat at the stone table with a nonchalant expression and drank a cup of tea slowly, but her fingertips that were white from excessive force revealed her inner anxiety.

Granny Han at the side could clearly see that one of these two little guys was anxious on the face, and the other was anxious on the heart, both of them were terribly worried about the person they cared about.

"Don't worry." Granny Han's old but unusually kind voice seemed to have a soothing effect, "They've been idle for a long time, so they can exercise their muscles and bones after a fight. They're all measured and won't hurt anyone."

"Oh, that's good. I'm afraid that Han Po won't be able to beat Ling Chan Yu. If he gets hurt..." He would be very distressed, but Qian Sheng didn't say the second half of the sentence. How could he say such words in front of his elders? Said from the face of the mother, especially from the face of the mother.

Granny Han just smiled and said nothing, while Qian Sheng was simple-minded, and people could easily guess what he wanted to say.

It's the little girl Qingjiu who holds everything in her heart. Only when she is in front of the God of Qimo can she have a little bit of liveliness as a daughter. Alas, it's just that the Demon Lord has suffered. It's rare to meet someone who suits her heart. You have to take care of the two of you so that you can get along well.

The two of them went through hundreds of moves, and they had a hearty fight. In the end, Ling Chanyu was the better one, and defeated Han Po with one move.

When Ling Chanyu came back with a proud face, he found that the beauty who could appreciate his posture at this time was no longer there.

"Hey, mother-in-law, where is Qingjiu?" Why is he always caught in the endless cycle of seeing people and then looking for them, and he can't get out. Qingjiu is not here, so this fight is for nothing?

Oops, the wound on his face that was cut by the sharp knife hurts. If Qing Jiu doesn't come to blow it, it will heal itself in a while and it will be so good that there will be no scars left. Then how can he let people Distressed.

While trying her best to prevent the wound from healing, Ling Chanyu kept shouting in her heart: Brother, hold on, my beautiful appearance can't afford Xiao Jiu'er's pity without you. As the saying goes, tragedy is to destroy beautiful things Let people see, so as long as you hold on, I will become a tragedy, and then seize the opportunity to successfully counterattack and transform it into a comedy.

He covered his face and ran quickly towards Qingjiu's residence. Fortunately, the wound on his face seemed to understand his call, and he still kept his original appearance, but the bleeding had stopped.

So Ling Chanyu rushed to the door of Qingjiu's room with blood on his face. As for why he used his feet instead of dodging directly, in the logic of the demon king, it would make him look disheveled and miserable.

Ling Chanyu looked like a hero who had defeated the hero, and the maid who was guarding outside the door let him in, saying that the princess had specially ordered him to go in.

"Jiu'er!" Ling Chanyu pushed the door open and saw the person sitting at the table reading a book. There were several complex emotions in his call, of course the most important one was acting like a baby.

Qing Jiu almost got goosebumps from this cry, she frowned slightly and looked at the person who came, she accidentally tore a corner of the book in her hand.

"Come here, what's the matter?" Qing Jiu looked at the half-faced blood, with unconscious distress in her tone.

Ling Chanyu sat down as he said, and said with a moaning voice: "The dragon of Han Po is too cruel, I was cut by his sword, and I am disfigured."

Qing Jiu didn't respond to him, she stretched out her hand and took off the paw that had been covering his face, and took a closer look at the wound, it wasn't deep, just applying some medicine would heal.

Ling Chanyu was so nervous because of the close distance between the two that he forgot about the pain, and at the same time, he forgot about breathing, so his physical state at this time is that he has no heartbeat and no breathing. If there is no body temperature, Just like a dead person.

On the contrary, Ling Chanyu felt the blood in his whole body rushing up crazily, and soon his face was flushed, his brain was congested with blood, and he was so dizzy that he didn't know where he was.

The only thing that is clear is that the girl in front of him who is concentrating on applying medicine to him is a little jealous of his wound, what should he do, he also wants to be treated so attentively and gently by Qing Jiu!

"Okay." Qing Jiu cleaned up the blood on Ling Chanyu's face, and applied good medicine to the wound. Naturally, he found that Ling Chanyu was abnormal at this time, and was a little flustered by the man's staring eyes. , Qing Jiu's face was indifferent: "You can go."

"Okay... Oh, that's not right." Ling Chanyu subconsciously wanted to agree to Qing Jiu's words, but after reacting, he quickly regretted it: "Xiao Jiu'er, my face hurts, and I can't walk anymore."

Qing Jiu glanced at him, and said lightly: "The pain in the face is not the pain in the legs, why can't you walk, do you need me to see you?"

Ling Chanyu's heart trembled at that glance. Although he had no heart, he still felt the trembling. He muttered, "If your face hurts, you're in a bad mood. If you're in a bad mood, you can't walk." To die, I made up my mind to stay here for an hour before leaving.

Seeing him like this, Qing Jiu was silent for a while and then ignored him, forget it, for the sake of his injury, let him indulge him once.

She picked up the book that had been put aside before, and continued to read, but because of someone's peeking quietly, Qing Jiu couldn't calm down, and didn't turn a page for a long time.

"Boom." Throwing the book on the table with a loud sound, Qing Jiu looked at him coldly: "Go out if you read it again."

Ling Chanyu immediately withdrew his troublesome eyeballs, buried his face in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "Don't look at it, don't look at it."

Qing Jiu continued to pick up the book to cover her inexplicably raised lips, and the two of them sat and lay down like this for a long time until it was completely dark outside.

No one opened their mouths to break this rare peace. It was the first time for the two of them to get along with each other peacefully like this. Maybe it was the inexplicable reluctance in their hearts that caused trouble. Qing Jiushu was almost torn apart, but I just can't bear to leave my seat even for a moment.

"Why didn't they come to eat today?" Qi Mo looked at the vacant seat and asked Jun Ze, who was peeling an orange beside him.

"I heard that I stayed in the room all afternoon." Jun Ze brought a peeled orange to Qi Mo's mouth, blocking his worried words: "Don't think too much, just sit at the table and read a book." Reading a book, lying on my stomach, not even changing my posture."

"What are they doing?" Qi Mo didn't understand the thoughts of young people (except Ling Chanyu), raised his eyebrows and asked again: "You even know this, say, how much eyeliner has been arranged around them."

Junze smiled like a fox, and the old god said, "I don't know, maybe it's to cultivate one's sentiments." After speaking, he changed his expression, and the next words seemed a lot more real with a simple and honest face: "I'm not The eyeliner is the supervisor, who supervises whether Qingjiu is cheated or not, and at the same time supervises whether Ling Chanyu is dishonest. If he dares to touch my daughter, I will definitely mark that monkey face as Brilliant as a flower."

Qi Mo smiled helplessly, and didn't say anything wrong with him, which meant that he also agreed with Jun Ze's actions. Seeing this, Jun Ze immediately hit the snake with a stick, and leaned forward: "Mo Mo, do you think I am very considerate? comprehensive?"

"Yes." He only had Qing Jiu as a daughter, so he was right to be cautious.

"Is there any reward for that?"

"No." Qi Mo pushed away the big face that was about to be attached, but someone licked his palm again, and retracted his hand reflexively, his face was so red that he looked at him: "What are you doing?! "This man is really getting more and more hooligan, playing hooligans anytime and anywhere.

"No reason, I just want to feed you oranges." After finishing speaking, Jun Ze broke off a piece of the orange in his hand with Qi Mo's puzzled eyes, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it a few times, then hugged Qi Mo's neck Kissed the back of the neck.

For a moment, the smell of oranges between the lips and tongues of the two blended with each other, and it was hard to tell who's taste ran into the other's mouth first.

In the end, Qi Mo pushed Jun Ze away with a red face, and scolded "rogue", who knew that feeding oranges was such a way.

Seeing signs of anger, Jun Ze quickly admitted his mistake and coaxed, "Then let me feed you bananas, okay?"

The expression on Qi Mo's face froze, he didn't know what he thought of, he gave Jun Ze a hard look and left.

Jun Ze was stared inexplicably, turned around and thought about it, and after understanding what happened, he shouted towards the place where Qi Mo left: "Mo Mo, come back, I will feed it with my hands this time, not with my mouth."

After yelling, he suddenly understood the special meaning of bananas, and yelled weakly: "It's not like feeding that banana, you're thinking too much."