"It's delicious, but you can't eat it secretly."
An Qing's voice was a little softer, with a slight hint of anger, but it no longer had the previous irritation.
"I know how much you eat, and I leave it for you every day."
The clear voice sounded again, but it was an answer that made people laugh.
An Qing smiled bitterly and emphasized: "That's my thing."
The moving voice of "delicious" emphasized only these two words from beginning to end, which made An Qing couldn't help but want to see what kind of person he was.
He didn't understand the world at all.
There was no electricity in the abandoned Taoist temple.
An Qing took out a lighter and lit the candle he had prepared in advance.
Under the candlelight, a tall man dressed in shabby clothes was looking at her with shining eyes.
His jade-like face was slanted into the temples.
Her face and eyes said that she looked beautiful under the candlelight.
She looked so handsome that An Qing had never seen her before.
She couldn't help but swallowed her saliva.
An Qing felt a little embarrassed.
Her face turned red with embarrassment.
Her crimson cheeks became more attractive under the candlelight: "It looks good and tastes delicious."
Someone holding the bun in his mouth grabbed An Qing's hand and stared at her.
The bone-chilling chill made An Qing shiver.
She looked at the man holding her hand and was stunned for a moment.
She frowned and then threw out a talisman.
It was the exorcism talisman used by the Wang family to exorcise magic.
It was a magical talisman that demons and ghosts avoided, but just such a piece of talisman paper started burning on its own before it even got close to the man.
An Qing's heart skipped a beat.
She had the memory of the original owner and knew very well what the spontaneous combustion of the talisman meant.
She took a breath of cold air, tightened her face, looked at the man and asked nervously: "Who sent you here?"
" In the memory of the original owner, she had never encountered such a powerful opponent, such as the magic talisman that would spontaneously ignite upon seeing it.
All An Qing could think of was other people's revenge, and the one she had the deepest hatred for was Xiaoxiao and Ruan whom she had designed before. wind.
"It tastes good, and you look good."
The man looked at the steamed bun in his hand, raised it slightly, and then pointed at An Qing and said slowly, with the same pleasant voice, without any change in emotion.
Although the man did not answer An Qing's question, she still understood what he meant.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
The man did not have any murderous intention towards her.
This was enough.
As for the rest, what did it matter?
An Qing signaled the man to let go.
The man was very obedient.
He only hesitated for a moment before he understood what she meant.
He loosened his grip on her hand and said, "I will cook the food from now on.
Come and eat if you like it."
An Qing Looking at the man, she sighed slightly.
Although he was so beautiful, he was not from my race and was so powerful, so she didn't want to provoke him too much.
"Creak" The kitchen door was pushed open by An Qing, and she stepped out.
Unexpectedly, the man dropped the steamed buns in his hands and followed her.
"What are you going to do?"
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An Qing shouted angrily, his face full of grievances.
"You look good, I like it."
A certain man followed Anqing unswervingly, never leaving.
"But I need to go to the bathroom," An Qing blushed, lowered her head, and shouted.
"I'll accompany you."
A certain man was still determined, but there was a hint of blush on his cheeks.
Since then, An Qing has had an unknown follower.
He follows her when she practices, cooks, eats, sleeps, and stands guard outside the bathroom.
This is what she reluctantly got after her strong request. of A year passed in the blink of an eye.
An Qing's skills increased rapidly due to her practice of flying pill refining.
According to the original owner's memory of the modern exorcism world, it can be said that she has no rivals in this era.
An Qing felt that it was time Go back and take a good look at those scumbags. tgt ttrgt: