Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 1107

"Of course not!" You Mingye took advantage of the opportunity to hug Gong Qingying's right foot, wrapped around her slender knee like a water snake, reached out to caress the white brocade boots, and said meaningfully: "The death of the Yuhuang, the death of the Yuzu, the bird Naturally, we are going to pay tribute to Emperor Yu!"

"Who is Yuhuang?" Gong Qingying was puzzled.

"Think about it yourself!" You Mingye hated Yu Jingkong the most, and he didn't want to mention the other party's name in person.

"Could it be Yu Jingkong? He is the emperor of the Yuyi Dynasty!" Gong Qingying said to herself, no wonder there were no birds chirping in the woods.

It turned out that when he died, not only the people would be sad, but even the birds would be sad.

But why did she feel nothing at all?

At any rate, they had known each other before, and had sex several times, and now they even have children!
Gong Qingying silently stretched out her hand to cover her heart, but Nian Xinhun's pale face appeared in front of her eyes. It seemed that she loved Nian Xinsoul more than anything else, and Yu Jingkong was just a cloud of the past.

Thinking of this, Gong Qingying felt relieved, but she felt more guilty towards Nian Xinhun, that she actually had someone else's child without telling him.

Gong Qingying involuntarily touched the fetus in her womb, and suddenly there was a gurgling sound in her stomach.

"Are you hungry?" You Mingye looked up at her belly with a smile.

"En!" Gong Qingying nodded.

"Then eat some dry food to fill your stomach first!" You Mingye immediately got up, took out a red Qiankun bag from his sleeve pocket, and released plates of delicate snacks that made Gong Qingying salivate.

Gong Qingying gobbled it up, eating plate after plate, no matter how much she ate, she couldn't get enough!

You Mingye stared dumbfounded, just thought that she was turning grief into food, and wanted to use food to fill up the deep abyss of grief, so she just let her eat as much as she could.

Who would have thought that not to mention eating up his Qiankun bags, he also ate up Goshawk's and Xiaokui's Qiankun bags, and his stomach is still growling?

"Is there any mistake? Little fox, I think you are not a Meizu, but an elephant?" You Mingye looked at her wonderingly, his delicate and fair face was full of desire and dissatisfaction.

Gong Qingying stretched out her hand to caress her belly with a dignified expression. She naturally knew that all the food she ate was absorbed by the ball of golden spiritual power, but she didn't eat any of it.

This little guy is simply very hungry, how can he not get enough?
In the end, it was originally planned to arrive at the southern war zone in two hours, but because of Gong Qingying's hunger, the four of them walked for a whole day.

No matter how much Gong Qingying ate, she couldn't get enough to eat, her stomach was growling and her mouth was watering.

You Mingye, Xiaokui, and Goshawk tried everything, but they couldn't fill her stomach, so they had to go to a nearby town to find a restaurant for her to eat.

Entering a restaurant room, You Mingye ordered a lot of delicacies for Gong Qingying to enjoy. She ate very fast and ate a lot, and the restaurant was eaten up in the blink of an eye.

This made You Mingye puzzled, and in order to find out the truth, he deliberately sent Goshawk Xiaokui away, while he quietly stunned Gong Qingying, picked her up and placed her on the wooden bed in the guest room.

You Mingye carefully checked Gong Qingying's pulse, and when he noticed another abnormal pulse, his heart stopped beating. He hurriedly lifted the quilt, and saw her slightly protruding abdomen.

He was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his trembling right hand wanted to determine something, but a golden lightning flashed and burned his palm, leaving a shocking golden scar.

A burning breath spread instantly.

You Mingye was amazed, looking at the scorched wound on the palm, a few strands of golden lightning as thin as black silk were still moving on it, he pinched it hard, and the golden lightning disappeared.

Spreading out his palm again, he saw a vivid golden feather imprint on his palm.

(End of this chapter)