Poison Doctor Supreme: Ghost Emperor's favorite concubine

Chapter 953 The Little Greedy Cat

After hearing this, Murong Qianqian hurriedly looked at Aunt Su.

The disciples who were shouting loudly behind him immediately stopped making noise, and looked at Aunt Su quietly. Originally, they came out to help because they felt that the deacon presided over the unfair distribution.

Since the three groups can be assigned helpers, it is equivalent to helping them solve their urgent needs.

After all, with the identities of a group of participating disciples, anyone who jumps out randomly will kill a lot of people, especially Gong Qingying. It is almost impossible to get justice for the true and false Xuanming tripod!
Aunt Su blinked indifferently and said, "Okay!"

Afterwards, the master in white looked in Gong Qingying's direction again: "Patriarch Gong, can you give up one of your team members?"

Murong Qianqian is obviously targeting one group, if they don't let them, they won't give them a match.

Mu Yuhan from Fumogu thought for a while and said, "Let me go!"

"En, good!" Gong Qingying, Xiaokui, and Qingya nodded.

Mu Yuhan walked towards Aunt Su, and Murong Qianqian immediately ran over to grab her, and said happily, "Fortunately, it was you, if Gong Qingying or Xiaokui came, we would definitely lose!"

Xiaokui turned her head and gave Murong Qianqian a hard look.

Seeing this, Gong Qingying walked towards Miracle Doctor Gong's house, holding her and Qing Xia's hands.

The crowd at the booth also gradually dispersed.

Yu Jingkong strode forward, his eyes angry at Xiaokui and Qingya, and they were so frightened that they scattered.

Gong Qingying stared at him blankly, originally wanted to discuss something with them, but he drove them all away, can they still have fun?

Yu Jingkong stretched out his hand and hugged the little girl in his arms: "Ying'er, I'm looking forward to you!"

"Let me go!" Gong Qingying blushed, seeing Xiao Kui Qingya returning to their respective camps, and seeing strange looks from around, she wanted to push him away, but was hugged tightly in her arms.

The more she wanted to escape, the tighter Yu Jingkong hugged her, his forehead was lightly pressed against hers, and he stared at her from the shortest distance: "Why melancholy? Huh?"

She sighed lightly: "You can also see that the Xuanming Xuanming Cauldron is all right?"

"Ah."

Gong Qingying put her small hand on Yu Jingkong's chest: "That's the problem, and Xiaokui also said it's okay, but Nancheng Feihua intends to punish me, so why give me a real Xuanming cauldron?"

"She didn't dare to make a mistake when I was present during alchemy!"

Gong Qingying leaned against Yu Jingkong's arms dejectedly, she always felt that something was strange, just like Shu Aotian played chess with her inexplicably and lost a lot of money to her, it was too weird!

"Okay, don't think too much, let's eat something to fill your stomach first!" Yu Jingkong lovingly took her little hand and walked to the viewing platform, Tingge Tingyu prepared a sumptuous breakfast for her.

Gong Qingying was not hungry, but seeing the delicious food, she couldn't help but have a full meal.

Yu Jingkong pampered her with vegetables, poured tea, and smiled while pouring: "Ying'er, slow down, you are just like a greedy cat, I can't help but want to take a bite!"

It's fine if there are two people, but he still talks about himself in front of so many people.

Gong Qingying saw Tingge Tingyu and the others turn sideways and didn't dare to look at them, so she picked up chopsticks and knocked on Yu Jingkong's head: "Be careful when you speak!"

"I'm talking to my wife, why should I care about other people?" Yu Jingkong stretched his neck and kissed her forehead while the little girl was not paying attention, then sat down immediately and looked at her with a smirk.

"Smelly rascal! Smelly rascal!" Gong Qingying cursed and Yu Jingkong laughed.

The sweet interaction between the two inadvertently fell into Yu Jinghong's indifferent eyes, those bottomless black eyes seemed even more treacherous and deep.

Yu Jinghong raised a cup of tea, raised the white veil with his slender fingers, took a sip, and the corners of his eyes suddenly narrowed a satisfying arc.

(End of this chapter)