Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

"See you, Lord." The little flower demon also stood up and knelt down to him.

Seeing her salute to him, Jiuyuanji stepped forward and helped up the soft and boneless little flower demon. He then swept past the demon attendants in the hall, waved his hand and said, "Everyone, please go down."

The demon servants all responded and exited the hall in an orderly manner.

The hall fell silent instantly. Jiuyuanji saw that she was still standing. After sitting down, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. The tip of his nose was filled with the elegant fragrance of epiphyllum on her body. This was the smell last night. It made him almost crazy for her: "Little flower demon, although I have only been separated from you for a moment, I miss you so much."

"Little flower demon, have you done something to me?" Jiuyuanji's fingers firmly clasped her chin, his voice was cold.

The people who stayed in the dormitory to monitor him came to repay him. The little flower demon has been sleeping in the inner hall since he left, and she didn't do anything unusual. However, after the meal was served, she vomited without taking a bite.

After hearing this, Jiuyuanji thought of her frail body again, so he left the cave where he was practicing and returned to the dormitory to see her.

After spending a night with him, Yihuan had become accustomed to his moodiness. She did not struggle, nor did she cry out in pain with tears in her eyes. She just sat obediently on his lap and leaned gently on his arms. , said in a soft voice: "Your Majesty, the little demon has a delicate body. I dare not and cannot be petty to your Majesty."

Jiuyuanji looked at her for a while, and she looked at him, her eyes as clean as a clear pool of water, and then he let go of the hand holding her chin: "Let's eat."

Yi Huan nodded, obediently picked up the porcelain bowl and chopsticks, but when picking up the dishes, she frowned slightly. She didn't pick up a chopstick for a long time, but her eyes were looking at a dish that was a little far away from her. Serve with boiled vegetables.

Jiuyuanji glanced at the food on the table: "Why don't you eat it? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"

Yi Huan nodded lightly: "Your Majesty, I am a flower demon and I don't eat these."

Jiuyuanji frowned, glanced at the dishes on the table, stretched out his hand to bring the white vegetables on the table closer, and then he saw the little flower demon's eyes light up.

"Thank you, Lord." The little flower demon put a piece of green vegetables into his mouth and chewed it slowly without making any sound.

Jiuyuanji looked at the little flower demon eating obediently in his arms. When she ate something she liked, her eyes narrowed involuntarily, as if she was enjoying it. Are these green vegetable leaves so delicious?

Yi Huanguang ate a few green vegetables, and her mouth suddenly felt very bland, so she wanted to drink some white radish soup. When she took the spoon to serve the soup, her hand suddenly became weak, and the handle of the spoon collided with the soup bowl. There was a crisp sound, and the splash of soup burned the back of her hand: "Well, it hurts..."

Jiuyuanji heard her soft cry of pain, and took her hand. When he saw that her white and soft little hand was slightly red, he lightly tapped his finger on it, and the red spot disappeared instantly. .

"Lord, you are so powerful~" The little flower demon raised her eyes and looked at him with stars in her eyes.

The corners of Jiuyuanji's lips curved up in an imperceptible arc, and he filled a bowl of white radish soup, then took a spoonful and handed it to her lips: "Drink it."

"Lord, let me do it myself." The little flower demon refused twice more symbolically, but Jiuyuanji just held up the spoon. There was no other way, so the little flower demon had to accept the soup he fed with peace of mind.

[Host, you are so awesome. 】

"I can't help it. Who made me weak?" It was difficult to even hold soup.

However, as soon as a mouthful of soup reached her mouth, the little flower demon quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief and spit it out, and her beautiful little face wrinkled up.

This is not pure daikon soup at all, but daikon soup cooked with bone broth. The meat smells really fishy.

Jiu Yuanji looked at her like this, put down the soup bowl, and stretched out his hand to help her move the food: "You are really picky about food."

She is really a little flower demon who only eats vegetarian food and drinks dew for a living.