"Don't you change your pants?" She raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

Hearing this, and looking at the expression in her shining eyes, his face went dark: "Just change into your shirt."

"Oh." She responded with a pity, glanced at the belt, just a little bit, just a little bit...

Seeing the look on her face, the corner of Hell's mouth twitched, and he really didn't have any eyes to look anymore. He opened his eyes and looked to the other side.

After changing the blood-stained coat, the Hell Lord lay down and rested, and ordered: "You go to sleep outside, and the master will call you if something happens."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked, "Don't you take off your mask?"

This person seemed to wear a mask all the time, even sleeping, as if she didn't want her to recognize him. Could it be someone she knew?

"Get out." The Hell Lord glanced at her, his voice hard.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu shrugged and didn't say much. He went to lie down on the soft couch outside, closed his eyes and couldn't fall asleep, but wondered how to escape?Should she take away some elixir before fleeing?

In the early morning of the next day, the Hell Lord who woke up walked out and saw the figure curled up on the soft couch. The black and green ointment on his face seemed to have dried up overnight, and the surface was slightly cracked. The man still slept like a pig snoring.

He lifted his foot and kicked her foot, but he saw her shrink her foot up, while murmured: "While playing, don't bother me."

He raised his eyebrows, and a gloomy light flashed through his deep eyes. He took a deep look at her, lifted his foot and walked outside, came to the outside of the courtyard, and ordered the guard to fetch him water to wash.

By the time of Chen Shizhong, Feng Jiu turned around, but forgot that the place where he slept was a soft couch. After turning around, the whole person fell to the ground with a bang. The sound of the sound made Yan who was eating breakfast outside. The Lord heard it all.

"hiss!"

She drew a breath, rubbed her aching arm and stood up, and the whole person was awake. As soon as she looked up, she saw that Yingyi was standing at the door and staring at her with a strange expression. She was not angry right now. Glared at him.

"What do you look at? Haven't seen people fall to the ground?"

"laugh!"

Ying Yi chuckled, nodded, and said, "I really haven't seen you falling under the bed even when you sleep. How deep are you sleeping?"

Feng Jiu ignored him, but touched the ointment on his face, which had dried out, and said at the moment: "I'm leaving now." Without waiting for him to speak, he walked out quickly.

When I came outside the courtyard, I saw that the Hell Lord was eating breakfast. His original steps stopped when he saw the exquisite meals on his table. He shouted at the guard outside: "Get me more Bowl and chopsticks!"

Then he went back, gargled his mouth, and sat down at the table.

"I think you don't mind if I eat it together." She took the table and chopsticks handed over by the guard, and unceremoniously picked up a green dumpling and took a bite.

Her eyes lit up and she said vaguely: "Yeah! It's still wrapped in gravy, it smells good!"

Seeing her look like a greedy cat, as if she hadn't eaten anything for hundreds of years, the Hell Lord slowed down her meal and ordered: "Let me bring an extra portion."

The inattentive voice made Ying Yi raise his head in astonishment. Seeing that the master didn't dislike the boy sitting on the opposite side with a face covered with ointment, he even asked him to take another portion. Think about it.

The master is extremely disgusted with women, but he takes good care of this young man, shouldn't he... really have a habit of breaking sleeves?