Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"What's wrong?" Tsing Yi was a little strange.

"Did you not add salt?"

I thought that Tsing Yi was to blame for the trouble just now, and deliberately didn't put salt on him. As a result, his bowl was tasteless.

"Let it go."

"Let it go?"

"Yeah, didn't you forget to put this bowl?" Tsing Yi thought about it seriously and made sure that he did put salt in it.

I thought the drunkard wanted to make trouble again, but seeing the drunkard didn't seem like a joke, Tsing Yi was a little strange.

Did you really forget to put it? Still put less?

Tsing Yi took a sip of the drunkard’s noodle soup, and then curled his lips with a helpless expression: "Don’t make trouble, it’s getting late, let’s finish eating and rest early."

"..."

The drunkard was startled.

After taking a sip of the soup again, it still feels tasteless.

He looked at Tsing Yi next to him, and saw that he didn't seem to be fixing him, and the drunkard's heart became more and more strange.

He picked up the bottle of milk on the table and looked at the introduction on the bottle.

Strawberry flavor, sour.

The drunkard opened his mouth and drank.

I seriously felt it with my taste buds.

It seems that it is a bit sour, but it is very light, as if it is tasteless.

"what happened to you?"

Seeing the drunkard was a little weird, Tsing Yi asked inexplicably.

"……No."

The drunkard raised his head and drank most of the milk.

"This is quite sour, don't drink too much, eat the noodles first." Seeing the alcoholic drink the milk to the bottom, Tsing Yi frowned and said.

"Oh……"

The drunkard put the milk bottle back on the table and ate the noodles with his head down.

The more you eat, the more unpalatable it becomes.

He and Tsing Yi have known each other for six years, and he has been eating for four years.

The taste has always been the same, neither heavy nor weak, but the taste has been getting weaker and weaker after eating it recently.

This time, it was just boring.

Did he have a taste problem?

The drunkard was a little disturbed.

In that dark secret room, the man was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, trying to refine the corpse poison transferred from Jun Moyan's body.

He actually didn't know how to refining corpse poison. Nie Jiuque hadn't dealt with the underworld much before. When Li Gui saw him, he also took a detour.

To Nie Jiuque at that time, the corpse poison was at best a small poison that couldn’t get on the stage. With his skills at that time, he was caught by a ghost and was poisoned with corpse poison. Forced out, naturally won't waste time to learn this poison solution.

He only saw the method of refining corpse poison in this ancient book, and hadn't personally tried it, but he didn't expect that it was actually used at this moment.

In his current situation, he couldn't beat even ordinary little demon little ghosts, but fortunately, the corpse poison was successfully refined.

Seeing the man put his hand away, the anxious Ye Yin hurriedly asked, "Is it okay, master?"

"...It's okay."

The man spoke, his voice still weak.

"It's fine if it's okay." Ye Yin sighed in relief, and put down his hanging heart.

The man rested for a while, and after regaining some strength, his palm spread out, and the purple crane appeared in his palm.

"Master, what is this?"

The breath on the purple crane...like that of the lady.

The man looked at the purple crane in his palm, his eyes were gentle, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a smile spread across the corners of his mouth.

"Ying'er gave it to me."

The man spoke, and his words were full of sweetness.

This thing, Yinger didn't have it before, so when it comes to it, it's actually Wen Xiaoai.

But it's all the same.

"Ms. gave it? Does the madam think of the master?" Seeing the tenderness on the man's face, Ye Yin thought it was Wen Xiaoai who remembered something.

"...No." The man's eyes dimmed for an instant.