Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

The air pressure around this child is so low that it has even reached absolute zero.

Yan Yueyue originally liked children very much, especially the kind of children who were very beautiful, but the child in front of her had a cold and stinking face, and exuded an aura that no strangers should enter, which made people dare not approach her.

"Well, little brother, what's your name?" Yan Yueyue was very careful, and her voice was so gentle that it couldn't be more gentle.

Chi You didn't even lift his eyelids, his eyes drooped like dead fish, his blue pupils were faint, staring directly at a corner of the table.

Yan Yueyue's eyes twitched: "..."

Forget it, ignore her and ignore her.

The scene was a little awkward, the senior brother Fu Dong stretched out his hand, put it on his lips, coughed lightly, and said: "There are still more than a dozen dishes on the table, if you are hungry, little brother, you can eat some to pad your stomach first."

"No." Chi You's thin lips moved slightly, and the words he said were cold and blunt, "I only eat what Aunt Luo makes."

"Eh..." A drop of cold sweat ran across the corner of Fu Dong's forehead.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, children nowadays are really hard to serve.

The surrounding air pressure was getting lower and lower, so low that none of the disciples in the Holy Fire Hall dared to speak, they just sneaked glances at the child brought back by Ling Luo from time to time.

But at this moment, there was someone who was ignorant and insisted on bumping into the eye-catching——

"Hey, I said, what happened to that woman just now, she spoke so aggressively, what is a dish and a low-grade origin stone? That's cheap for us?"

A disciple of the Holy Soil Hall couldn't help howling at the top of his voice, with a look of displeasure on his face.

The second-generation disciple of Shengjintang hurriedly poked him again, and reminded in a low voice: "Hey, don't talk about it, that woman is called Ling Luo, a disciple of Shenghuotang, who defeated Shengxiu Jiujie in the hall battle. Fanxi, who is ranked fifth, is now the fiancée of His Highness the Prince!"

But all the disciples of Shengjintang have heard a little about Ling Luo, especially when the emperor promulgated the edict for the selection of the crown princess, and the news that Xuanyuan Yangyue's father and daughter fell from the horse a few days ago and were taken away and executed by the Hai clan. It made them even more afraid of this woman named Ling Luo.

"I don't care what she is? What about the Crown Princess? She can still bully others, hmph." Shengtu Tang said coldly with a look of disdain on her face, "Anyway, she said that there is more than one low-grade Origin Stone per dish. This is definitely a scam!"

The people in the Holy Soil Hall are very rigid, a group of guys who believe in death, their heads are like stone bumps, and they can't be knocked open.

Hearing someone say Ling Luo, Chi You, who had kept his head down and remained silent, turned his head suddenly, his blue eyes burst into a very sharp light, like an evil ghost.

The air pressure in the air completely sank to the extreme.

No one could see when that extremely beautiful child left the edge of the table, the naked eye couldn't follow his movements at all.

When everyone reacted, the child had already stretched out his hand and strangled the disciple of the Holy Soil Hall by the neck.

Chi You had no expression on his face, his blue eyes were extremely cold, and his arms were obviously so thin, but he lifted up a grown man who was several times his size without any effort. .

Everyone was shocked.

The most surprising ones belong to the disciples of the Holy Fire Hall.