Brother Qing? Wow, wow, wow, this name is so funny.

I originally wanted to hold my belly and laugh at Sima Qing, but when I thought of the current serious situation, all my smiles turned into depression.

There was no sound in the quiet night sky, and the atmosphere was so dull that it made people want to faint.

The fire crackled, and Sima Qing turned the stick in her hand without saying a word. The shiny homing pigeon had been roasted into a golden color, exuding bursts of alluring fragrance...

Everyone was as motionless as statues. After a few minutes, Sima Yang broke the silence: "Brother, I think Hu Xiang didn't do it on purpose."[

Sima Qing glanced at Sima Yang indifferently, put the stick in Hu Xiang's hand, fell down on the grass, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Hu Xiang was left as anxious as a headless fly, whirling around in circles, and kept muttering to himself: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's over, Brother Qing will definitely throw him into the river tomorrow."

Feeding the fish..."

I looked at Hu Xiang, and then at Sima Qing, whose face was covered by the shadow in the backlight, and I deeply felt that this was entirely possible!
Chapter completed!