This concubine is very ruffian and wild

Chapter 193 Kiss you until you suffocate! (2)

Without answering Yehuo's question, Linghu Jingtian just looked at his ninth younger brother with raised eyes.

"Don't tell the imperial grandmother about this matter!"

"I'm not a talkative person!"

Jiu'er shrugged lightly.

"However, other people, whether they will or not, that's not up to me to decide! After all, you hurt others first!"

Even Ye Huo could tell that he was referring to Linghu Xiaotian.

Hearing what he said, Linghu Jingtian couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Of course, he knew the fifth brother Linghu Xiaotian, he had suffered a loss in this competition, and he had to complain to his grandma, how could he tell grandma without embellishment about his fainting on the field.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help having a headache.

Looking at Linghu Jingtian's expression, a gloating smile flashed across Jiu'er's eyes.

"I think, grandma will come soon, I'd better get out of here first!"

At this moment, Jiu'er still doesn't have the slightest sense of immortality just now, and that expression is simply the same as Yehuo's virtue when he does bad things.

Only now did Yehuo fully understand that the young master's deep desperation just now was just a disguise.

He is far more cunning than she is!
Jiu'er flitted away, Yehuo pulled the pillow behind Linghu Jingtian's back, turned around and took the porridge bowl on the table, and brought it to Linghu Jingtian.

"Eat some, replenish your vitality!"

Linghu Jingtian didn't speak, but a pair of eyes stared deeply at her face.

"Tell me, what's going on?!"

"What's going on!"

Yehuo put his face down and held the porridge with a spoon, pretending to be stupid on purpose.

Withdrawing his arm from the quilt, Linghu Jingtian raised his hand to support her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"Phoenix blood, where did it come from?!"

"Listen to Jiu'er talking nonsense, where is there any phoenix blood, it must be his Baicaolu that has played a role..."

Yehuo raised his lips exaggeratedly, and served the porridge with a spoon to his lips.

"Eat it, it's cold!"

Linghu Jingtian directly grabbed her wrist, seeing the blood overflowing from the cloth band around her palm, his heart couldn't help but a tearing pain.

"What's the matter with this injury?!"

(End of this chapter)