Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

When their secret love affair was exposed, within a few days the entire divine world knew that Chu Ci was dead.

Although I don’t want to believe it, no matter how I look at it, I feel that Mr. Qisui is the one below. (Mainly because they are too similar, a kind of feeling)

But the rumors were really big, so they acquiesced in the fact that Lord Qisui was 1, even though they really couldn't believe it.

Qi Sui laughed twice, touched his nose, and lifted his tail up to the sky, "No, Chu Ci is nothing. It's so useless! It has to be me!"

The three ghosts nodded repeatedly and said attentively: "It is said that husbands and wives follow each other. If you rebel, Lord Chu Ci will definitely join you."

That's what it says.

Qi Sui curled his lips, disapproving.

He conveniently snatched a cherry from 681's hand that was about to be put into his mouth, threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

"It doesn't matter, Chu Ci is nothing. I've been in prison for more than a thousand years and haven't even seen me, he's just a——"

"The concubine of chaff."

Big Tou, Er Niu, and San Gui: "...?"

I understand, they understand, the angry words of being abandoned by their "concubine"!

Qi Sui waved his hand, and the fruit cakes on the square table immediately disappeared, and a neat mahjong table appeared instead.

"Hurry up, let's play two games first. When the food is served, we'll have a fist fight. The loser will drink as a penalty!"

"Okay, Master Qisui!"

As a result, the originally lifeless prison soon began to ring with the crisp sound of "bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, etc."

When the sky darkened outside the prison, the luxurious overhead lights were turned on inside the prison. The 100,000-watt headlights illuminated even a cockroach in the corner, making it as bright as day.

Qi Sui held half an apple in his mouth, stepped arrogantly on the stool next to him with one foot, and had several strips of white paper taped to his face.

"What are you doing! You are cheating! Look at my cards!"

"I didn't! You are wrong, sir!"

"It's unfair, I didn't do it either!"

The other three people were not much better. There were white stripes all over their foreheads, faces and chins, and the paste was even stained on their hair.

Qi Sui made another eight, took a bite of half of the apple, and shouted, "Why haven't the dishes been served yet? I'm starving to death!"

Erniu looked at the clock on the wall.

"Don't worry, sir, the food will be served soon. The prison has not been so hot in three or four thousand years. When you come back, you will have to wash the pot from beginning to end twice! I guarantee that I will serve you well!"

Qi Sui only noticed the first half of the sentence——

Three or four thousand years?

How long has it been since this pot was washed?

"Okay." Qi Sui reluctantly accepted the excuse, and as soon as he played his card, "Four barrels!"

A few people were fighting in full swing, with 681 meowing nearby to act as the atmosphere team, when there was a knock on the cell door.

Seven chefs went into battle together. One of them stood up and took out an air bomb. When it exploded, a glass table appeared.

The remaining six people took turns to come forward, put the dishes in their hands on the table, and then bent down, "Master Qisui, I wish you a happy meal!"

"Have a good time, let's go."

Qi Sui was still playing cards and didn't notice the situation around him at all. After finishing chewing the apple, his eyes glanced to the side——

What the hell.

Boiled cabbage with white tofu, stir-fried eggplant, stewed tomatoes with tomatoes, stir-fried small mushrooms with large mushrooms...?

The styles are very light, not big fish or meat at all!

Qi Sui was annoyed and took a picture of a six-cylinder.

"Has your warden changed someone? Why is the food so miserable now? Where is my roast suckling pig? Where is my hairy crab? There are not even nine dishes, only six!"

Da Tou chuckled and handed him a pair of chopsticks, "Master Qisui, try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'll scold them! What if it tastes good..."

"It doesn't taste good at first sight."

"Hey, sir, please give it a try."

"That's right, sir. What if it just doesn't look good, but it's actually so delicious that it spirals up to the sky!"

Several people were buzzing in their ears. Qi Sui looked at the cards on the table absentmindedly. When he lowered his head, the white strips of paper on his face fluttered.

He glanced at the food around him again, took the chopsticks, and said, "If it doesn't taste good, I will fan you like a spinning top for the rest of your life."

Big Tou, Er Niu, and San Gui: "..."

Qi Sui picked up a chopstick, frowned, and put it into his mouth in disgust.

After chewing, he paused for a moment and looked at the three people in front of him.

"How does it taste? Do you think it's delicious, adults?"

Qi Sui put down his chopsticks, raised his cards, and rushed forward to beat the person, "It's not delicious! Where did you hire the cook? Didn't I say I want delicacies from the mountains and seas? You dare to give me whatever you make!"

"Ah, ah, wait, Lord Qisui!"

"Lord Qisui, please calm down! Calm down your anger!"

Several people were ducking and dodging around the table, the prison was in chaos, and the sound of meowing was loud enough to break the sky.

Footsteps suddenly approached outside the prison. Every time they passed a place, the layers of restrictions outside disappeared with the coming people, leaving them unimpeded.

"Suisui."

There was a clear sound, and Qi Sui grabbed one person's ear with one hand, and his movements in mid-air suddenly froze.

He raised his head blankly.

"...Chu, Chu Ci——"

Qi Sui's throat was choked, and he suddenly relaxed his movements. The two people under his hands covered their ears and grinned and slipped out.

By the way, I grabbed the little kitten watching the show in the corner.

As soon as the outermost door was closed, the noisy environment suddenly became quiet, and Qi Sui looked at him intently.

Obviously I should have many, many thoughts at this moment.

But he found that his mind was blank.

When the other party stepped forward, Qi Sui subconsciously took a step back and leaned against the side wall. His voice trembled slightly, "Don't touch me."

An obscure light flashed in Chu Ci's eyes. He calmly raised his hand and tore off the notes on the young man's face one by one.

The corners of his lips curled up in an arc of unknown meaning.

"I saw that some of them have more stickers on their faces than you. You must be more powerful, right?"

"You're really pretending."

Qi Sui opened his hand, tore off all the notes on his face with a cold face, sat down, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the food and put it into his mouth.

Talk while eating.

"I went to the Three Thousand Worlds and experienced tribulations for only three or four thousand years. I didn't expect that the food in the prison would be so unpalatable when I came back. If you are still a cook, why not change your career as soon as possible and feed pigs."

Chu Ci blinked, chuckled, and sat down in front of the young man.

Following his words, "You have just come back from a disaster and your body has not fully recovered yet. It is always better to eat something light."

"Ah, you're right."

Qi Sui's smile grew brighter, and he took a piece of cabbage and handed it to the man's lips, "Porridge and side dishes are good, but if you eat too much porridge and side dishes, you have to eat some big fish and meat to enhance the taste, right?"

Chu Ci listened and was forced to eat the mouthful of cabbage.

The other party said calmly: "It's just like, no matter how good the old people were in the past, or how affectionate they were before. But you will always get tired of it if you eat too much. You have to look for some freshness outside, right?" "

"What's more, the porridge and side dishes are all rancid. As the host, why should I have to live with those little things?"