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Chapter Eight Don't Be a Starving Ghost

Su Xiaoxiao wiped his neck with a fierce look on his face. Qiu'er was so shocked that he almost jumped up and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, miss! The second young master has martial arts, we can't kill him, maybe he will...

"

Qiu'er followed Su Xiaoxiao's example and wiped her neck. Su Xiaoxiao stared, "When did I say I wanted to kill him? I just said he was threatening me, so I would use him to have an affair with my eldest brother's woman."

He was threatened by the incident!"

"Then Miss just now..." Qiu'er made a gesture of wiping her neck, and also showed Su Xiaoxiao's angry expression. Su Xiaoxiao took a look and stuck out her tongue, "I made the wrong move."

Qiuer almost vomited blood and fainted.

"Anyway, he has our handle, and we also have his handle! A person like him has not enjoyed a lot of good life, and he will not fight to the death with us!" Although he said it very firmly, Su Xiaoxiao still felt it in his heart.

Somewhat bottomless.

Looking at the unusually beautiful appearance of the second young master, we know that his behavior and thinking are probably different from ordinary people. Who knows if he will get tired of living a good life and want to fight to the death with a miserable man like himself?

His death is a relief. It would be miserable if he died. If he is lucky and travels through time again, he might be able to travel back to modern times. But what if he accidentally travels back to primitive society? I thought of a bunch of people standing in front of me.

An ape that eats raw hair and drinks blood, Su Xiaoxiao hates the cold~~~~~~~

The master and servant roasted the canary and ate it. Qiu'er took a small shovel and buried the bird feathers behind the flowers. Su Xiaoxiao sat alone in the yard, looking at the stars in the sky and the beautiful and soft moonlight.

, listening to the chirping of insects, and... and the gurgling sound from my stomach...

Su Xiaoxiao touched her belly and thought that in modern times, she would not eat this or that. She was very picky about food. When she traveled to ancient times, she couldn't eat anything she wanted. If she could go back to modern times, she would eat everything.

After eating everything, I carried a large bag of snacks and went to the Chenjiang River, so that I could have food when I came back and continue fighting with Ding Shaoze!

"Gulu——" My stomach protested again, and then, there was another "Gulu——"

"So fast?"

"Miss, that sound behind was my stomach growling."

Qiu'er threw away the small shovel and sat feebly next to Su Xiaoxiao. The two of them stood back to back and admired the starry sky. As they watched, the stars and the moon in the sky turned into cakes that were full of color, fragrance and flavor.

"Qiu'er."

"Yes, miss."

"are you hungry?"

"I...I'm...not hungry." As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu'er's stomach made a protest. Qiu'er lowered her head in embarrassment, and Su Xiaoxiao sighed three times. Could it be that a modern person like me would still be hungry in ancient times?

Are you going to die? You have to be a hungry ghost even if you die!

After making up her mind, Su Xiaoxiao pulled Qiu'er up and said, "Let's go! I'll take you to find something to eat!"

The two of them sneaked into the kitchen in a twist and turn. They couldn't go to the garden and fish pond. Who knew if the second young master would block her there?

By the light of the lantern, there were vegetables and rice in the kitchen, but they were all raw.

God wants to kill me, Su Xiaoxiao!

Su Xiaoxiao almost cried bitterly while holding the pile of cabbage and rice, but she saw Qiu'er taking off her coat and pouring the rice from the rice vat onto her clothes.

"Qiu'er, that's raw!" Su Xiaoxiao reminded Qiu'er kindly.

"I know, Miss!" Qiu'er winked at Su Xiaoxiao mischievously, "Miss, forgot? There is a small kitchen in Lichun Courtyard!"

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