Venerated Venomous Consort

The emperor’s clothes answered very refreshingly: “Thirsty, hungry.”

So Gu Xizhen took the two porridges and brought him a few steps. Suddenly he held his breath and gently rubbed his lips.

Emperor Yiyi knew that she probably smelled the so-called "smelly salty fish" on his body. It is estimated that the next step is to leave a few feet away...

I didn’t expect Gu Xizhen to just take a meal, then he came over and put two porridges in front of him: “Eat!”

If the Emperor’s clothes don’t know that she is afraid of the smell on his body, then I want to give her a feeling of affection.

Now, forget it, don't pickle her.

He used the slightly restored free arm to pick up the porridge to drink. It tasted good. The main thing was that the porridge came from her.

He practiced at this level. In fact, he usually didn't have to eat the whole grains in the red dust, so he was locked here for six or seven days, and he didn't say how hungry.

Half of his appearance now is half true. After all, this kind of lock is so painful on the body!

Gu Xizhen saw that he was very fragrant, and he did not know why, and he felt very satisfied.

"You haven't eaten anything?" She couldn't help but ask.

The emperor nodded and didn't talk about it.

He has only eaten a bowl of lotus porridge that has been swindled by ink and ink for six or seven days. Even if it is not enough, it can be considered as not eating.

Gu Xizhen couldn't bear to interrupt him, but still wanted to talk to him: "I see you often sleep."

"Well, boring." Emperor Yi finally returned to her.

"Then, do you have..." She was about to slap on the side and ask if he had dreamed of her, but was directly interrupted by Emperor's clothes: "I am sorry, this bowl is finished, I handed the bowl to me, I am enough." Less than..."

Just kidding, there is a camera in this room. Long Fan and Mo Yan are staring at him in a sneak peek. He can't let Gu Xizhen ask that sentence.

So he quickly shifted the topic, but fortunately, he was rather embarrassed, and she shut up and handed over another one.

Don’t wait for her to ask again, Emperor Yi’s own opening: “This reality is too helpless. I can still have a sweet dream when I sleep. I have done several dreams in these days. I dreamed that the flowers were blooming in the wild, dreaming of fighting with friends. Wine, dreams and a dry head..."

He said several things, but there is no one she wants to hear.

When he stopped, she couldn't help but ask: "What is your dream? Are there anything missing?"

Emperor Yaoyi shook his head: "Of course not, the dream of this seat can be remembered by everyone, not wrong. Oh, yes, what did you want to ask me? Is there anything?"

Gu Xi's bright eyes were a little dim, shaking his head: "Nothing."

That is her secret, the secret of her and the dream of the emperor, she does not want to say to other people, even if the real emperor clothes are not good -

During the time when Emperor Yuyi had eaten porridge, Gu Xizhen studied the dissipative lock on his body and touched it with his hand.

She looked at the locks very uncomfortable, and wanted to open it to him. The lock at the moment was extremely complicated, but she felt strangely that she could probably open them, but it took a lot of effort.

He was **** all over the body, and the muscle-exposed parts of his wrist could see deep wounds and stab her eyes.

It’s strange to say that she has seen murder after she woke up, and she didn’t feel like it, but now she sees the wound on the emperor’s clothes, but her heart is inexplicably painful –