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The tip of his tongue touched the little takeaway's index finger.

Luo Qing pushed open the door and let the takeaway in.

Just outside the door, there was still a steaming paper bag, and as soon as the door was closed, he noticed: no, it's going to be cold.

Luo Qing hurriedly tossed the paper bag first, and casually threw it on a square table in the middle.

Seeing the little takeaway crossing the threshold and still standing there without moving, he gave way with a smile and said, "You don't need to change your shoes, you can just sit down."

Ling Yufeng didn't say a word, once he was a stranger and second time he was acquainted, he put his right hand in his pocket, and his left hand came in pressing the brim of his hat.

Invite someone in and agree to give him a glass of water.

Luo Qing turned her back and tried to touch the glass cup, sure enough, it was already frosted.

After thinking about it, he simply took a towel, wet it with water, and when he turned around and handed it to the takeaway, it was already covered with a thin layer of frost.

Luo Qing rolled his eyes and said, "You have suffered from heat stroke. I saw that you were sweating a lot when you just fell down. Use an ice towel to wipe it off."

He looked at the small takeaway, but he didn't give him water, so he didn't want it.Let him wipe his sweat, he opened the towel and started to wipe his neck.

Luo Qing went to wash the hands, dried them again, and tried to touch the paper bag again, wanting to see what was inside.

The heat that was still there just now is about to be frozen by him.

Luo Qing looked back at the small takeaway who was still wiping his sweat with a towel, and felt that he was really a really cute person.

Hundreds of methods flashed through his mind, but unfortunately, none of them worked.

His stomach was already growling quietly with him.He looked at the scratches on his right hand, and suddenly remembered the TV series about the female lead of the white lotus that the girls at school had talked about in the morning, and suddenly he seemed to have an idea.

Luo Qing rubbed his hands, rubbing the wound that was about to be closed, some blood came out again, it hurt a little, he just took a light breath.The blood was just on the left hand, and it looked like both hands were injured.

He walked towards the takeaway with some embarrassment, tilted his head and asked, "Brother takeaway, what's in that bag of yours?"

"Pies." Ling Yufeng only said two words in a deep voice.

Luo Qing stood in front of the takeaway, rubbed his nose with the back of his right hand, and raised his hand just high enough to allow his blood-stained palm to be most naturally displayed in front of the takeaway.

He said with some embarrassment: "Brother takeaway, it's like this. I'm really sorry, I'm afraid I'll make you come here for nothing."

"Ok?"

Seeing the blood on Luo Qing's fair palm, Ling Yufeng gently shook his Adam's apple.Enduring the tingling pain in the palm of his right hand, he tightly clutched the ice towel in his left hand. The cold temperature just helped him reduce the pain.

"Look, today I accidentally broke a glass and cut my hand. Afraid of infection, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat the pie." While talking, Luo Qing lifted her eyelashes and used the corners of her eyes. Just looking at the reaction of the takeaway.

Sure enough, as he expected, although the face could not be seen clearly, the little takeaway's Adam's apple trembled, Luo Qing would not let go of even the details.

He purposely poked a little more, and said, "Look, I don't remember that I didn't ask for pies either. It just so happens that I haven't paid for it yet, or you should take it home."

Seeing that the little takeaway was a real person, he didn’t say a word, and he went even further, saying: “Pies are not available in our hometown. I don’t know if they are good or not. In fact, I really want to try them. It’s my hand. Hey .”

His peach-blossom pupils were crystal clear, the corners of his eyes slightly lowered, and he sighed softly, as if his soft and beautiful eyes were sad, making people feel distressed just looking at them.

Ling Yufeng frowned: Your hometown only eats ice.

He counted the time, less than 3 minutes.

So, he simply stood up, took the paper bag directly, reached in with his left hand, and took out the pie.

It's a pity that he has no demon power now, so he can't reheat the pie.

Ling Yufeng raised his right hand to press the hat, and lowered his head, his voice was a little green and stiff: "It has been delivered. How about I take it for you to have a taste?"

Too much!Luo Qing wished she could take a bite right away.

Want to welcome or refuse!He suddenly remembered the number one formula for getting along with people in this world.

He slowly opened his two thin lips, with a somewhat embarrassed look: "Isn't it good for you to hold it for me?"

Ling Yufeng was obviously in a hurry, but he didn't dare to show his emotions. He simply lied: "I'm in a hurry to deliver the food. I have to go out in two and a half minutes. Can I trouble you?"

wish for it!Luo Qing didn't say a word of nonsense.

He nodded, and with the table in between, he poked his head over and took big bites of the pie.

Not hot mouth, warm, just right.

The outer skin is crispy and the inner skin is soft, and the meat filling inside is dripping with oily soup.Glancing at it, I saw the words "donkey meat stuffing" printed on the oiled paper that was thrown beside the pie.

It turned out to be donkey meat pie.

He has only seen dragon meat in the sky and donkey meat on the ground on TV.It was the first time to eat it in my mouth today.

Fragrant, really full of flavor.

Luo Qing forgot about eating, and finally raised her hand to hold down the little takeaway's arm, even the last piece opened her mouth with a row of white teeth, and bit it directly.

The tip of his tongue touched the little takeaway's index finger.

In an instant, the base of his ears flushed uncontrollably, but he pretended not to know, and quickly pushed away the little takeaway's arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm too late." Ling Yufeng silently counted the last ten, he pushed the door behind him violently, almost slamming it out.

It's not because his left hand is unbearably pierced by Luo Qing's ice, sometimes, if he doesn't go out again, his demon power recovers, and he can lead the room.

Seeing the little takeaway staggering away as if running away, he smiled slightly: It seems that this little brother is really a shy and honest person.

Just reluctantly looking at the other pie that was taken away with the bag by the takeaway, Luo Qing wiped the corners of her mouth and sighed, "It's a pity."

As soon as Ling Yufeng left the building, he instantly recovered his demon power.

He ignited the demon fire and held the thorn bell, cursing viciously in his heart: "Jing ling, you are really tired. Who gave you the courage to touch Luoshen."

"Dinglingling. Hehehe, it's just a fallen idiot, what's the difference with me." The sound of jingling came from his heart, and he already looked like he was going all out.

"You fucking made me sweat just now. You planned to deal with Luo Qing, right? Jaring, [a drop of Luoshen sweat, ten years of strong demon liver], who did you listen to such nonsense?" Ling Yufeng cursed, The right hand is already on fire.

A series of thorn bells rang, and he laughed strangely: "Demon King, you just pretended to be an ordinary person well, you even fooled me. Don't talk nonsense. Since you can replace that idiot as my master You should know that the thorn bell is going to devour the Lord. Come on, if you want to die for love, I will fulfill you, you little flames are not ticklish enough..."

The sound of the jabbing bell became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.

Ling Yufeng stretched out his right hand, and there was only an emerald green bean inside, the demon liver of thorn bell.

With a wave of his hand, the gray bird had already landed on his shoulder tremblingly, "Take the demon liver, and ask Lao Mao for a bowl of small wontons tomorrow."

Gray Bird recognized the gray eyes of the demon king at this time, and he knew it was the demon king's recollection of the past.At this time, he didn't say a word of nonsense and didn't dare to bother.

The night in early summer is not peaceful, the moon has risen, and there are only a few frogs singing occasionally in the paddy field next to it.

Ling Yufeng stopped and sat by the paddy field, staring blankly at his index finger.

This finger that Luo Qing's tongue just touched.

He closed his eyes lightly, thinking of the time when he had just turned [-], when the old demon king died and was named the new demon king.

At that time, without knowing the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, he directly broke into the old nest of treasures in the God Realm, the Yushuihe Realm.

Unfortunately, he met Luo Qing, a meddling god, and sealed him at the bottom of the Yushui River.

At that time, all he had was bravery, the real fire was just a decoration, and he didn't have much ability, and Luoshen froze his hands and feet with ice.

Good guy, he was sealed for three months in a row, and he was only given an ice fruit every three days to renew his life.

At that time, he kept scolding Luoshen's eighteenth generation god grandfather day and night.It wasn't until later that he knew that these ice fruits, the God Realm only produced one fruit in a hundred years, were all Luo Qing's own reserves.

Afterwards, his monster power improved by leaps and bounds, and these ice fruits also helped.

One morning, as if something good had happened, Luoshen, who usually had a face of ice, was smiling, and he threw another ice fruit.

Ling Yufeng deliberately refused to answer.

Luoshen seems to be born not to lose his temper.He picked it up again and continued to throw it to him.

Ling Yufeng turned his head away in disgust.

It happened two or three times in a row.

For the last time, Luoshen picked up the ice fruit, instead of throwing it over, he walked to his side, pinched the ice fruit with his thumb and forefinger and handed it to his mouth.

Ling Yufeng condensed a hundred years of demon power, bit it hard, and swallowed Bingguo.He still tightly bit Luoshen's slender index finger, not letting go.

His eyes were almost spitting fire, and he kept staring at Luoshen with resentment.

At that time, Luo Qing had always been the pure and pure Luoshen. For the first time, he noticed that Luoshen's ears and temples were slightly rosy.

He even remembered the location clearly, it was exactly the same as Luo Qing in the room just now.

The night was quiet.

In the long night, the young delivery man in black overalls was sitting by the field, watching himself pointing his fingers, and smiling alone.