She is Starlight Falling Fingertips

Chapter 1012 Princess Nine, You Killed
The three of Jing Lichen returned to the room, and the strong smell of rice got into their noses for a while.

Jiu'er's wet and watery black eyes lit up suddenly when he saw the delicious food on the table.

Qing Qiong was still in a daze, a white shadow flashed past quickly, and the sound of chewing could be heard in the room.

He stared blankly at Jiu'er, who was sitting on the stool, with two white, tender and slightly chubby hands, full of greasy gripping a fat chicken leg and eating deliciously. How long has it been since he ate? ?

He blinked blankly, and elbowed Jing Lichen beside him, "By the way, how many days has she not eaten?"

Moreover, they are all gods, shouldn't they be bigu?

Although some gods will eat some food in order to satisfy their appetite.

But this girl is too nervous!
"I didn't eat your food." Jing Lichen cast a sideways glance at Qing Qiong, and sat down gracefully beside Jiu'er.

The faint smile on Qing Qiong's face immediately collapsed, really wanting to break up with this guy!
Taking a deep breath, the smell of rice immediately penetrated into the throat.

His deep eyes moved slightly, and he actually felt hungry too.

However, having said that, he has never doubted Huang's craftsmanship.

It's a pity that he has only eaten it twice so far!

You heard that right, twice!
And these two times were all thanks to this girl, otherwise, even if he spent his entire life, he might not know that this guy Huang can actually cook!

The corners of her lips raised slightly in a perfect arc, and Qing Qiong lifted up her robe and sat down at the table.

At first glance, there were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Obviously it's not for him!

But he didn't care too much, gods, how could things like bowls and chopsticks not change?

With a flick of his sleeves, a pair of bowls and chopsticks appeared in front of him.

Picking up the chopsticks, I picked up a chicken leg of an eight-treasure chicken.

After taking a bite, Qing Qiong's eyes lit up.

After Jiu'er finished eating one chicken leg, those greasy paws went to find another one, only to find that there was no more chicken leg on the plate! ! !
Looking up, I saw Qing Qiong chewing on it with great relish, and said, "Ah! You actually ate my chicken drumstick!"

"Isn't it made to be eaten? There are no chicken legs, don't there be duck legs?"

Qing Qiong ate, uttered a few words inarticulately, and a chicken leg was wiped out by him.

Jiu'er was gasping for breath with rage, staring at him with two wet eyes, as if he wanted to poke holes in his body.

That's abominable!

All those who rob her chicken legs are bad guys!
With her delicate brows raised, Jiu'er secretly turned her fingertips, and a streak of white spiritual power suddenly shot out.

Qing Qiong tilted his head calmly, and the spiritual power shot straight into the door behind him.

With a "pop", a fly the size of a thumb hit the door frame, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

Anyone here who is not sharp-eyed can naturally see the little black figure.

Qing Qiong stared at the lifeless fly on the ground and twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, looked at the girl who was glaring at him, and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

His eyebrows were light, and he said lightly, "Ninth Princess, you killed a life."

"..." Jiu'er choked for a moment, staring at the fly lying on the ground with big round eyes.

Rolling his eyes, he picked up a chicken wing and gnawed, "I didn't kill it."

"Hehe, I saw it with both eyes."

"Seeing is not necessarily true, you must have heard that." Jiu'er took a bite of the chicken wing, "If you trace the source, you actually killed the fly."

Qing Qiong: "..." How did he kill it?
"Look, if you dodge, I won't kill it by mistake."

"Then if you don't attack me, it won't die."

"But if you don't grab my chicken leg, can I fight with you?" Jiu'er blinked innocently.

The corners of Qing Qiong's eyes twitched slightly, his left hand rested on his chin, and his slender eyelashes blinked lightly, "If you say that, in fact, it should be your husband who really killed this innocent little fly."

"If he didn't cook so deliciously, I wouldn't sit here and eat a chicken leg."

Jiu'er seemed to be led into a ditch by him, she was slightly startled, her eyes narrowed, "My husband didn't cook for you!"

Why blame her husband for this matter!

It was clearly his fault!

"So, you're the one who killed it." Qing Qiong paused, her sexy chin lightly tapped, and said with certainty.

Jiu'er: "..."

Jing Lichen was listening to the meaningless conversation between the two, with black lines all over his head, he was speechless.

His clear eyes swept Qing Qiong lightly, and the deterrent meaning was self-evident.

Immediately, he picked up a snow-white handkerchief on his table, took Jiu'er's small white jade-like hands, and wiped it gently and carefully.

That focused and doting look made Qing Qiong feel a stomach ache!
After dinner, Jiu'er was forced by Jing Lichen to take a nap.

In the study, Jing Lichen sat down casually behind the desk, not too elegant.

Qing Qiong lifted up his robe and sat down on the stool beside him.

"I've already checked everything you asked me to check, and here are the details."

With a wave of his hand, a piece of white paper as thin as a cicada's wings slowly fell on the table in front of Jing Lichen.

The slender, white fingers tapped lightly on the table, once and for all, like drumbeats.

Qing Qiong was not in a hurry, he simply took a book and flipped through it.

Brought to Jing Lichen to read the content on that piece of paper, his thick sword eyebrows frowned slightly.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped a few degrees, Qing Qiong pursed her lips, and put the book aside.

"Actually, this incident was not a secret back then. However, the Demon Realm may have disappeared for too long. Most of the people who knew about it were old people from the Demon Realm. It took a little effort to investigate."

"However, I still have to say that this little princess of yours and her mother are really confidantes, and their rank is even worse."

It's just that this one from his family is even more provocative.

But those peach blossoms are not as paranoid as Mo Chetian.

After he finished speaking, Jing Lichen narrowed his dangerous eyes, making Qing Qiong's heart tremble.

She smiled embarrassingly, stood up and poured a glass of water, "What are you going to do next?"

Jing Lichen tapped on the table with his fingers, and there was no emotion in his plain eyes, like a clean mirror.

"I'll go there myself."

"You want to go in person? You're gone, what about your little princess? You're not going to throw it to me, are you?"

Qing Qiong's eyes widened: "Hey, I can promise you other things, but this is not the only thing. It's not like you don't know your little princess' temper, I have to break down."

Besides, he didn't think he could stand her.

He was 100% sure that once Huang left, that girl would follow.

(End of this chapter)