Raiding the Blackened Male Lead

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"Surprise?" The banquet gathered a hint of joy in his heart and said, "What's the surprise?"

"It's the original formula." Tang Qing said seriously with a small face. "Familiar, like it."

Do you like it because you are familiar?

The banquet stared at her and suddenly asked, "Are you familiar with me?"

"What do you say?" Tang Qing asked with a smile.

This time, the banquet was quite self-confident, "My master of mine is naturally familiar."

So, you like me too, right?

This feeling is not bad.

The system silently watched the two men chatting with each other. If they did n’t know that an unsympathetic and unrequited love would be utterly indifferent, and a completion index would be stuck at 10%, he would be naive to think that they were true love.

The human world is really complicated.

It was eight years since the two stayed in the Blood Ghost Mountains. In the past eight years, the two have been inseparable, even giving the entire continent an illusion that the devil finally found true love and no longer harms the world.

However, the illusion was ultimately an illusion. After eight years, Tang Qing watched the data barely increase from 10% to 11%, and became angry.

"Life is too peaceful, you have to find some excitement."

The system, "There are not many people in the entire world who are his opponents, how do you want to find excitement?"

Tang Qing pondered for a moment, and finally said a name, "Xie Yuan."

The system froze for a few years and completely forgot the existence of this medical saint.

"Do you want Hong Xing to come out of the wall? Wear a green hat for the banquet?"

Tang Qing: "... I haven't made a pair yet."

This eight-year banquet has raised her very well. Although her little slave is shouted in her mouth, she has no action to treat her as a slave, and sometimes even gives people the illusion that she is compared with her I have to be a little better for myself, and as a result, it has caused many families on the mainland to please him, and instead flattered her.

She had to be injured if she wanted to see the medical sage, and she was only two years away from recovering the spirit roots, but she could do some things from it.

So, this day's banquet returned as usual, but found that the little slave did not come to greet him, frowning.

"What about people?"

The maid naturally knew who Mozun was asking and said, "Miss Little Demon is taking a nap, and we are ordered not to disturb her."

In memory, the little slave can never take a nap.

With a trace of doubt, the banquet returned to his palace. And this time, I suddenly saw the pale face of the little slave, just like eight years ago.

With a trembling heart, he strode forward, and saw the little slave's pale little face, with a cold sweat on her forehead. She frowned impatiently, and her consciousness seemed to be far away.

"Hey, little slave? Wake up?"

Tang Qing will naturally not answer him, the pain of the damaged spirit root, so that she will not hear anyone's voice at all.

She shouted pain unconsciously. That look made the banquet a little bit distressed. Of course, the distress was only a trace.

"Um ... hurt ..."

The banquet checked her with consciousness. Although he did not heal the doctor Xie Yuan, ordinary symptoms could still be seen. For example, now he found that the spiritual root of the little slave was actually damaged again.

The damage to the spirit root is not what he can repair, and although the little slave is a body of natural disasters, the remodelable spirit root is incomparably pure, which is in stark contrast to his black-filled demons. If he forcibly helps, only Will backfire.

"Little slave, hold on, I will take you to Xie Yuan."

Tang Qing wouldn't hear his voice at all, and seeing someone hug himself, as if seeking security, subconsciously leaned into the other person's arms.

Although they have known each other for more than ten years, they have never done anything beyond the boundaries. This time the princess hug can be regarded as the most intimate move.

The banquet never held anyone, this experience was unexpectedly not annoying.

On the top of the snowy mountain, Xie Yuan looked at the crumbling snow on the top of the mountain and was a bit disgusted. "Hey, it's time for trouble again." liqueur."

The young man beside him was very respectful, and immediately retreated when he was instructed, but when he saw the two people he visited suddenly, his eyes flashed in shock.

At this time, no one noticed the young man in the servant costume beside him, and no one noticed the emotions flashing in his eyes.

Xie Yuan looked at the person he was holding and immediately stood up. "What's wrong with this?"

"Her spirit root is damaged."

The banquet did not say anything about wanting to give people over, but when Xie Yuan stepped back abruptly, he couldn't hate steel: "What do you do for me, put it on the bed."

"Oh."

Xie Yuan felt a little worried in his heart. He thought he hadn't seen him in eight years. He should have grown a little.

Put Tang Qing away, and Xie Yuan immediately rushed to the past. This pulse suddenly looked displeased: "Nonsense! When the root of the spirit was damaged, she told her to raise her for ten years. Just pull it! "

The banquet was full of care, "You are a medical holy, and if the spiritual root is damaged, then she will be healed."

Xie Yuan was mad at wanting to hit someone. He pointed to Tang Qing, who was lying on the bed unconscious, and said angrily: "If you do n’t listen to it like this, next time Da Luo Shenxian wo n’t be able to repair her spiritual roots. The sculpted spirit roots are carefully made by others, but she! "

The feast embraced his chest with both hands, and Dang'erlang said: "It can still be saved this time. Hurry up, my little slave seems to be in pain."

"It hurts!" Xie Yuan's tofu heart with a knife in his mouth, but he quickly took out a pile of elixir and fed it one by one, and then faced the deity who could not help with standing beside him. : "Go, don't stop this."

After the banquet was driven away, he was not angry. After leaving obediently, he found that there was more people on the top of the snow mountain than he had ever seen.

The ink eyes narrowed slightly, and he waved at the man, "You, come here."

The young man walked over obediently. He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, but his eyes were down, but with a deep murderous intention.

"Master Mozun, what's the matter?"

The banquet looked at people up and down, with a trace of interest in his eyes, "How come I have never seen you before."

The reason why Xie Yuan can be friends with him is that, in a way, they are the same passers-by, and the people he is willing to take in are usually interesting, which is why he stopped him.

"The villain came eight years ago, and Lord Mozun has passed the summit of the snow mountain in recent years and will not know the villain. It is normal."

"Why did Xie Yuan take you in?"

"The villain was fortunate enough to drop a wooden sign from the sky, and that wooden sign was just a mountain sign that would be issued by the top of the snow mountain for a hundred years. It is probably because of this that the medical sage kept me."

The young man couldn't fault anything no matter how he looked. He was respectful and docile, but for no reason, he made the banquet unhappy.

Where is the pity of heaven, but his little slave just left the sign in front of him.