Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Although Hong Lian was puzzled, he didn't respond to the little carrot demon who was blushing excitedly alone.

She took a few steps forward and tried to pat Ling Xiaotu's bent back a few times to relieve her pain.

"vomit, vomit, vomit,,,,"

"Crack, crack, crack,,,," [

There was only such a quiet monosyllable left in the room, and even the little radish demon who was screaming just now gradually quieted down.

It looked at Ling Xiaotu's mother with a worried face, as sad as if he wished he could bring her to suffer.

After retching like this for about 10 minutes, Ling Xiaotu's vomiting showed no signs of stopping. She quickly rinsed her mouth with warm water. She felt that her throat was almost corroded by stomach acid. She had never tried this before. The vomiting did not come.

Ling Xiaotu lay back on the chair with both legs prostrated, watching Hong Lian in pain and hatred as he poured out the box of soup, and disappeared into the trash can along with the remaining boxes of food.

She doesn't want to try this kind of feeling anymore, this is soup, it's life-threatening!

"Mommy! Mommy! Are you alright?!" The little radish demon saw that Ling Xiaotu seemed to be much better, and it started asking again.

Ling Xiaotu was in a ball like cotton candy, she gave the little radish demon a consoling smile, indicating that she was much better.

The little radish demon became much quieter now.

Hong Lian asked in a doubtful tone, "How could the dishes of a six-star chef make you sick like this?"

Ling Xiaotu cleared her throat, her voice was still a little weak,

"I only eat seven-star ones."

"You mean the seven-star ladybug, right?" Hong Lian said bluntly.

"Only you snakes like to eat insects." As soon as Ling Xiaotu finished speaking, Hong Lian immediately shouted, "I'm not a reptile!"

Ling Xiaotu weakly waved his hand,

"I know, we both understand."

Hong Lian could almost die of anger if she held her breath, but she really didn't dare to do anything in front of Xuanyuan Xuantian's private version of the pillow.

He could only grit his teeth bitterly and give up.

Although her tone was blunt, Ling Xiaotu still bowed her head depressed, she also wanted to know what was going on.

She's usually not picky eaters, but who knew that she smelled fish soup and vomited like this before she drank it. [

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