The magic doctor explodes the cute concubine

Chapter 1258 Demon Assassination 8
And if you compare it carefully, that figure really looks like a charm.

Holding the sword in the left hand is also very reasonable, because the thumb of Qi Mei's right hand was shot by her, and she can no longer hold the sword in her right hand.

The problem is that these speculations are not enough to prove a charm.

The fact is, the evil spirit is dead! ! !

How can someone who is already dead come to kill her again? Furthermore, even if Mi Mei is alive, it is impossible for her to appear on this Panlong Island. The terrain around Panlong Island is doomed. It is impossible to go to the island alone.

So, this is what Mu Furong is most puzzled about now.

But other than these people, Mu Furong couldn't think of who could hurt her so quickly, and most importantly, the little black cat didn't even notice her coming.

This is one of the weirder events.

Returning to Jiangxue Garden in a daze, Emperor Huangfu had been waiting for her for a long time, she had just reached out to knock on the door, and the door opened, he pulled her into the room, and the first thing he did was ask: "Why did you come back so late? "

Mu Furong was afraid that he would touch her left arm, so she avoided it subconsciously, then pretended to be nonchalant, got on the soft couch, and said with a dry smile, "I, um... go to the toilet."

Squat toilet...

What an embarrassing word this is.

Let the air pause for a second.

Then Emperor Huangfu said very attentively: "I've prepared the meal."

He was given a "chair thump" by Xue Qianxun at noon, and he seemed quite guilty, and Mu Furong was also very absent-minded because he was worried about the assassin.

On the table are his stir-fried dishes, a bit burnt, and it's not obvious that he just boiled porridge and boiled sugar water, but in fact there is no distinction between sugar and salt, Mu Furong really suspects that his taste is not in the same channel as hers.

In a word, it is really not for people to eat.

Fortunately, she was distracted and tired for another whole day. For her, the food was completely filling her stomach, and she didn't care whether it was delicious or not.

Even if it is not delicious, you have to finish it with tears in your eyes. Who is his masterpiece.

Hastily pulled everything into the stomach.

Emperor Huangfu thought to himself that she didn't speak, which proved that the food was cooked well, but the next sentence was like a bolt from the blue.

"Stop cooking tomorrow."

Mu Furong said very gently with a peaceful smile.

No outright comment on whether the meal was good or not.

He asked sensitively, "Isn't it delicious?"

I tasted a few more bites of food and grilled lamb chops with my mouth, it was okay... so sweet and fragrant.

Mu Furong saw his expression that she thought it was pretty good, and she confirmed again that his sense of taste was indeed not in the same channel as hers, and said firmly: "You are not suitable for this job!"

"..."

He has been working hard for a day, how could it not be suitable.

"Go to the next door for dinner tomorrow!" The head of the family made such a decisive decision for his own stomach.

"..."

Emperor Huangfu couldn't utter a word, and after a while, he looked at the little leftovers that she ate so much to save face, "Is it really not delicious at all?"

It should be fake, if it's not delicious, how could she eat it so cleanly.

Mu Furong felt that speaking directly would dampen his enthusiasm, so she changed the way of asking, pointing to the plate with only one piece of meat left, "What does grilled lamb chops taste like to you?"

"Sweet." He replied without hesitation.

I know it's sweet, but is it made sweet on purpose?

Test my gut?
The corner of Mu Furong's mouth twitched for a moment, and her smile was extremely far-fetched, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Simple but powerful words.

(End of this chapter)