Princess Is Awesome

Ling Jue's making sugar gourd is absolutely a disaster for the demons.

In order to let Su Yin get some psychological comfort, Ling Jue refuses the magic flame to spray fire. Qi Linglong comes to help and cooks in person.

It took him an hour to light the fire. He was so disheartened that he finally lit a little spark.

But unfortunately, a mountain breeze blew out the spark and coughed with the smoke.

Su Yin sat at the gate waiting, holding his cheeks, eating the extra hawthorn fruit while watching Ling Jue make sugar gourd.

He was so busy that he kept comforting Su Yin: "unparalleled, don't worry. It will be ready soon. It will be soon."

Su Yin nodded, turned his head and looked at the sun slowly slanting to the West. He couldn't help squinting.

This sugar gourd seems to have been made one day and one night, right?

At present, it is still in the stage of boiling sugar juice. If you want to eat sugar gourd, how can you get better every day?

it's too hard.

"Hiss..."

Su Yin is thinking, then hear Ling Jue a dull hum, busy look up, probably fingers stained with sugar, pain show teeth.

"Is it hot?"

Su Yin put down the hawthorn fruit, quickly walked past, see Ling Jue hands that a few miserable big blisters, and distressed and helpless.

"Why are you so stupid?" She pulled Ling Jue's finger and blew, "does it hurt? Well, don't do it. I just don't eat it. "

"Matchless, are you loving me?"

Ling Jue looks at Su Yin's heartache, and the five flavors are mixed in her heart.

She's supposed to love him, right?

They should be very happy in the days of Terran experience, right?

Su Yin glared at him angrily: "to be a sugar gourd is like fighting. I think you'd better not do it."

Ling Jue pinched Su Yin's face and said in a soft voice, "it doesn't matter. You go to the dinner table and wait. It will be fine soon."

"Then don't burn your hands any more."

"I see."

Su Yin sat back at the dinner table and looked up to see Qi Linglong, leaning against the wall of the courtyard outside the window, looking at her with a frosty face.

Four eyes meet, like lightning flint, with some smoke.

Qi Linglong is boiling that wild ginseng these two days. Because it's too nourishing, it takes ten thousand years to grow. It takes seven days and seven nights.

She often comes to the thatched cottage just to see Ling Jue.

With a woman's intuition, Su Yin thinks that Qi Linglong should like Ling Jue, otherwise she won't be so hostile to her.

After a short time, Qi Linglong came over and stood by the window, looking at Su Yin coldly: "do you know what kind of prestige you had in those years? You let him do such mean work

Su Yin shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't know.

No matter how powerful Ling Jue was, she was making sugar gourd for her in the kitchen.

Besides, she didn't feel that making sugar gourd was a mean job.

Qi Linglong then said, "I used to be the master of this world. I can destroy this world by covering my hands. But at that time, he used the whole demon family to bury her for the sake of that woman. Do you know how much he loved her? Who else has the honor in this world? "

For Su Yin, this is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, because now she is not facing the cloud Breaking Dawn that loves her, but Ling Jue.

Ling Jue doesn't love her. He loves his wife a thousand years ago.

Once Ling Jue recalled the past, her wife was a ridiculous and pathetic existence.

But Su Yin didn't show it on her face. She said with a smile: "what's the meaning of Linglong's telling me this?"

"No, I just hope you have self-knowledge. After all, you are not the general of Xishu, and you are not the wife of that year, and you can't replace her."

"Substitution?" Su Yin sneered, "I don't need to replace others, and others can't replace me. Linglong is really worried."

"Is it?"

Qi Linglong wanted to say something to attack Su Yin. Seeing Ling Jue coming with sugar gourd, she immediately changed the subject.

With a smile, she said, "madam, would you like to see the sunset later? Let's cut some Jinxia to make clothes? "

Ling Jue then said: "Linglong, the unparalleled injury is not good, you can cut it yourself. Cut more and make some nice clothes for Wushuang. "

Qi Linglong's face sank, sipped her lips and walked away.

Ling Jue put the sugar gourd in front of Su Yin and asked, "unparalleled, do you like the sugar gourd you eat in the Terran?"

Su Yin takes aim at the sugar gourd made by Yanling Jue. It's really ugly.

Sugar boiled black, so not crystal clear, but black.

However, Ling Jue's face is darker than the sugar gourd. I don't know how to wipe the ashes on his face, but his glazed eyes are still peerless.

Su Yin suddenly remembers that when he Yun went to the Southern Jin Dynasty to rescue Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao, she was so tanned that many people made fun of her.

She pulled up her sleeve and wiped Ling Jue's face: "are you burning firewood with your face? So disheartened? "

Ling Jue picked up a bunch of sugar gourd and fed it to Su Yin: "would you like to taste it? This is the first time I've made something for others."

"Yes? So you didn't make it for your wife a thousand years ago? "

As soon as he said this, Su Yin immediately regretted it. Why do you want to ask Ling Jue's wife a thousand years ago? Isn't that a scar?

Sure enough, Ling Jue's face coagulated and slowly sank down, and then his eyes became sharp, which made people feel cold all over.

Su Yin quickly picked up the sugar gourd and bit it. Chongling Jue carefully laughed: "it's delicious, with a caramel taste."

"... take your time. I'll go to the holy land."

Ling Jue got up and left without expression. Su Yin immediately lost his appetite, and the sugar gourd in his mouth was like chewing wax.

She turned her head and looked at the fiery shadow, her heart aching.

Sure enough, what he was thinking about was his wife a thousand years ago. As for her, it might be that she was impatient or that she was responsible.

"Cough, cough..."

In a hurry, Su Yin coughed again.

It seems that after taking the three drops of spirit blood condensed from the soul fire of Master Wu Chen, his physical quality is far from what it used to be, and he is very weak.

Su Yin coughed for a long time. When she looked up, her palms were full of blood foam.

She immediately froze, how can this be?

After taking the medicine for several days, the wound seemed to be healing, but she coughed more and more.

Su Yin took his own pulse, as if there were no signs of emptiness.

She can't find out what's wrong with her. She just feels tight, but it's not a lung problem.

Is it the climate here?

Ling Jue had made a border under the thatched cottage earlier. She was afraid that the evil spirit would hurt her, but now it seems that it's useless.

Sure enough, she belongs to the cloud Breaking Dawn, not Ling Jue.

It's just that the clouds are breaking and dawn can't come back.