Chapter 177 Did I Bake You or Stew You? "

When the little doll woke up, he found himself tied up like a zongzi on a big rock.

Ning Xuemo's technique of tying people is extremely professional. It is a standard five-flower tie. Not only does he bind his limbs, but he also binds his fingers apart one by one. were able.

Ning Xuemo was sitting next to him not far away, a fire was lit in front of her, and the roaring bonfire illuminated her little face.

As if realizing that he had woken up, she turned her head and smiled at him. In the moonlight, her four little white teeth gleamed: "Little guy, how do you choose to die? Did I roast you or stew you?"

The little doll didn't struggle. He was silent for a moment: "It's not nutritious if you bake it, and it's nutritious if you stew it, but you don't have a pot."

Ning Xuemo: "..." He was telling the truth.

However, this little baby is too calm. He expected that she would not kill him?

She was a little unhappy, and came over, the short knife in the palm of her hand twirled: "It is indeed less nutritious to eat it, but it is better than not eating it. I'll just skewer you and roast it. I have roasted suckling pigs, The taste is fragrant and delicious, and the taste of roasted ginseng dolls will not be too bad."

The little doll pursed her lips and said nothing.

Ning Xuemo squatted in front of him, patted him with the hilt of the short knife, and smiled kindly: "How is it? Do you have any better suggestions? If not, we have decided so happily."

The little doll stared at her face with a pair of dark blue eyes.

Her big eyes were shining brightly, and she looked at him with a smile, and there was a dimple on each cheek. It looks innocent and kind, and even a little childish, but it turns out to be a cunning little devil...

This little baby's eyes are too deep, like an unfathomable deep sea, Ning Xuemo and him looked at each other for a moment, then his heart skipped a beat, he coughed, and abruptly moved his eyes away.

He measured his face with a knife: "Why don't I cut two pieces of your pretty little face and try roasting it first?"

This little doll's small face can be broken by blowing bullets. Ning Xuemo's knife is a little closer. The little doll hides subconsciously, but let her blade rub against his face, and there are blood beads. get off.

Ning Xuemo was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly moved the knife back a little...

Such a beautiful little face is really ugly to be scratched! Sin!

The little doll didn't seem to care about the injury on her face, and a smile flashed in her eyes when she looked at her. The smile was so light that Ning Xuemo, who had been looking at him, didn't notice it.

"Little girl..." He opened his mouth and said neatly: "You let me go, and I will send you away from Ninth Peak."

"The devil believes in you!" Ning Xuemo sat down on the spot: "Last time you said that you wouldn't run, but in the blink of an eye, there was no shadow, and you were still plotting against me behind your back!"

"Last time, you were too daring and actually molested..."

Ning Xuemo finally remembered the last time she patted his bellyband, and it seemed that she accidentally photographed between his legs...

She coughed, smiled nonchalantly, and glanced below him maliciously: "What can you play with, little beanie? Do you have bean sprouts in your place?"

The little doll: "..."

This little girl's face is also thicker!

It was the first time he had seen such a thick-skinned little girl in his life.

He seems to have had several firsts since he met this little girl.