Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

What to say?

The road is long and long, and I will search up and down?

Song Le thought of that -9996, and suddenly his eyes went dark.But seeing Feng Xi, my heart couldn't help softening.

After he finished applying the medicine, Song Le raised his chin slightly and said calmly, "Let's go."

Feng Xi was stunned, frowned and looked at the plain white man with a calm expression not far away, wanting to ask where he was going, but moved his lips, but still didn't say a word, bowed his head and stood up to follow.

Song Le waved his hand, and a gust of wind came and gently rolled them up and took them out of Siguo Cliff.

"Are you hungry?" Song Le pursed his lips slightly, glanced at his ragged clothes from the whip, and then at his obviously malnourished appearance, and asked.

Feng Xi raised his head, his face was in a mess, his body was in a mess, he looked at her with dark eyes, hesitantly said: "...not hungry."

Little liar.

Song Le knew that he must be hungry, usually he would eat leftovers from cold rice, or hard steamed buns, poor him thought that he would live a warm and full life by going to this Green Peak, but unexpectedly it was the beginning of another period of torture.

Her gaze softened on his hair, but her tone was still cold: "You are not hungry, but I am."

"Go and order the kitchen to cook two bowls of rice porridge, with a small plate of crushed sugar." At the end, Song Le emphasized: "You bring it."

Feng Xi didn't know what he was going to do, but after hearing the word rice porridge, he subconsciously salivated, licked his lips, and nodded silently.

Song Le hummed lightly, and went back to her own Wuyou Pavilion alone, immediately put on airs with a relaxed face, and paced back and forth in the room waiting restlessly.

God knows how much she wants to tell Feng Xi directly, tell him not to be afraid, not to doubt, she wants to treat him well.But no, you have to treat him step by step.

Thinking that the young Feng Xi's eyes would be so clean and stubborn, Song Le felt a burst of happiness in his heart.

She will never let Feng Xi go down the path of self-destruction as mentioned above.

After an hour of incense burning, a thin figure carefully holding a tray appeared at the door.

Song Le had already been sitting upright, and put on a cold look again, Gu Jing watched him come in calmly, Feng Xi felt extremely uncomfortable.

If the eyes were full of disgust and repulsion as before, he wouldn't feel anything.

But the blame lies in the fact that there was no displeasure in that gaze, which almost made Feng Xi think it was an illusion.

The moment he was distracted, he didn't pay attention to his feet, Feng Xi's pupils shrank suddenly, his body tilted, and he almost fell to the ground with the porridge in his hand.

Fortunately, Song Le's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. With a single formula, Feng Xi felt a gust of wind like hands, supporting him and stabilizing his mind.

In a daze, Feng Xi, who was dressed in rags, reluctantly stood on the spot, not slowing down yet.

Seeing his silly little appearance, Song Le's heart almost melted.

But pulling back his self-control, he still had to cough and said, "What are you doing in a daze, come here."

Feng Xi came back to his senses almost instantly, pursed his lips, quickened his pace and walked to the mahogany table, lowered his eyes and put down the tray, without saying a word.

On the table, two bowls of hot, light and clean porridge are warm and fragrant, and a small dish of white sugar is delicate and clear.

It seems that the chef at Cang Cui Peak is a master.

Not to mention Feng Xi who was already hungry, even Song Le, who was not very hungry, felt his index finger twitching a little at this moment.

But she didn't move her chopsticks, but looked up at Feng Xi, frowned slightly and said, "Sit down, let's eat."