Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 464 Cultivating Immortals: The Soft and Cute Disciple of Master Qing Leng (38)

   Su Yi heard the retort of Ranbai, a trace of sourness passed in her heart.

   whispered.

  "Master, or else, I need a room."

Dyeing white slightly frowned, glanced at the shopkeeper, and said coldly.

   "Let's just have one."

   didn't hear the words of Yen Bai's refusal, Su Yi curled her lips happily, a pair of jet black eyes with a hint of joy.

  The rooms are large and well decorated.

  The daily necessities are also very complete.

  Ranbai nodded thoughtfully.

  The only good thing about this inn is the decoration.

  Well, there is nothing else.

   Suyi hooked the corners of her lips, her voice low and magnetic.

  "Master, wait, I'll order food."

   Dye Bai casually let out an "um", and sat on the side chair.

   Su Yi went downstairs, walked in front of the shopkeeper, and threw a spirit stone. He was not as clever as he was in front of Ran Bai, and said lazily.

   "Where is the kitchen?"

   Hearing Su Yi's understatement, the shopkeeper's eyebrows trembled. Said with a smile.

   "What does the son want to do?"

   Sui Yi gave the shopkeeper a slanted look, and said seriously.

   "I want to make something to eat."

  The shopkeeper opened his eyes and smiled when he heard Su Yi’s words.

   "Then I will take the son, and the whole kitchen can be used by the son."

  ——

  夙Yi took the food in his hand and returned to the room, and said with a smile,

   "Master, try it."

  Yan Bai looked at the delicious smile, raised her eyebrows slightly.

  "The food at the inn?"

   Sui Yi smiled and nodded slightly.

"Yes."

  Yan Bai took a sip, the long and curled eyelashes trembling gently like butterfly wings.

   "Well, it's pretty good."

  A small inn, can you make this kind of dish?

   Affirmed by the whitening, Su Yi’s crimson lips curled slightly.

   "Well, I think it's pretty good too."

  Seal: "..."

   "Host, this is how well he did it!"

  Well, just as narcissistic as its host.

  The two go well together.

   Realizing that this idea had been closed down, she shook her head in annoyance.

  What are you thinking about writing!

Late at night.

Where    is,

  Now it’s time for an in-depth exchange.

   "Are you in bed or underground?"

  Well, very pure and in-depth communication about where to sleep.

right,

   is very pure.

   Hearing the problem of whitening, Su Yi pursed her lips, her voice is charming,

   "I just sleep underground."

   Dye Bai gave a casual "Oh".

   Throw the extra quilt on the bed to Su Yi.

   Modesty?

nonexistent.

  Seal: "..."

  Host, humility is a virtue, worthy of your study.

  Dyeing white slightly curled her lips, and said quietly.

   "Seal, IQ is a skill, worthy of your study."

  Seal: "..."

  ! ! !

   Knowing that he must have a poisonous tongue but a white seal, he honestly slid in the system space with walnut milk in his mouth.

After finishing washing   Suiyi, the ink-colored hair tips are still dripping with water, which looks very sexy.

   Ran Bai paused for a second on Su Yi's face, and a strange light flashed across her narrow and cold eyes.

  Can't control the thoughts in my mind.

if.

What will   夙yi make into a human body specimen?

  Dyeing white eyes dim, looking a little cold.

   brushed sideways with Su Yi.

   Suyi blinked, and reached out his hand to touch his face.

  I like my face for the first time.

but.

  Why does Master always stare at his face?

  Suiyi is not narcissistic enough to think that dyeing white is to think that he is good-looking.

  The closure of the system space made a faint sound.

   "Because I want to make you a human specimen."

  Feng Luo couldn't help but think maliciously.

  If Su Yi is not the **** of Raiders.

  Will the host directly store Shu Yi as a human specimen?

Um,

  It should be fortunate to have captured the identity of the male god.

  Think of the experiment that night,

   Dyeing white face and expressionless, very close to paranoid experiments time and time again.

  Xu Jiaye's twitching expression and distorted face.

  Feng Luo reminded herself again.

  Don't make your host angry! ! !

  　 3 more, the next one, at eight o'clock in the evening.

  (End of this chapter)