When the little baby woke up, he found that he was tied up like a rice dumpling and placed on a big stone.

Ning Xuemo's method of tied people was very professional, and it was a standard tying. Not only did he tie his limbs, but he also tied his fingers one by one. He didn't want to pinch his fingers and chant the mantra, even if he moved his fingers.

Ning Xuemo sat not far beside him, a fire was burning in front of her, and the blazing bonfire made her face unstable.

As if she noticed that he had woken up, she turned to smile at him. Under the moonlight, her four little white teeth shone: "Little guy, how did you choose to die? Did I bake you or stew you?"

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

Ning Xuemo: "..." He was talking about the truth.

However, this little baby was too calm. He was sure she wouldn't kill him?

She was a little unhappy and walked over, and the short knife in her palm was spinning: "It's really a bit less nutritious when roasted, but it's much better than not eating. I'd just skewers and grilled you. I've roasted suckling pigs and tasted delicious. I guess the taste of roasting personal ginseng dolls will not be too bad."

The little doll pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Ning Xuemo squatted in front of him, patted him with the hilt of the short knife, and smiled kindly: "How about it? Do you have any better suggestions? If not, we will make such a happy decision."

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

She had big eyes shining brightly, and she looked at him with a smile, with a dimples on each cheek. She looked innocent and kind, and even a little childish, but she turned out to be a cunning little devil...

The little doll's eyes were too deep, like the unpredictable deep sea. Ning Xuemo looked at him for a moment, his heart pounded, he coughed, and suddenly moved his eyes away.

He used a knife to measure his little face: "Why would I try to cut two pieces of meat with your beautiful little face first?"

The little doll's face was so shattered. Ning Xuemo's knife was a little closer. The little doll subconsciously avoided it, and let her blade rub against his face, and blood beads rolled down.

Ning Xuemo was slightly stunned and quickly moved the knife back a little...

Such a beautiful little face is really ugly if it is scratched! It’s a sin!

The little doll seemed to have not taken the wound on her face to heart. A smile flashed in her eyes when she looked at her. The smile was so faint that Ning Xuemo, who had been looking at him, didn't notice it.

"Little girl..." He spoke, and said something straightforward: "You let me go, I'll send you away from the Ninth Peak."

"The genius believed you!" Ning Xuemo sat down on the spot: "Last time you said you wouldn't run away, but in the blink of an eye there was no sign and he was still calculating me behind his back!"

"Last time, you were too bold and actually teased..."

Ning Xuemo finally remembered the last time she patted his bellyband, and seemed to have accidentally photographed his legs...

She coughed, smiled indifferently, and glanced maliciously below him: "What's the point of teasing you little bean dink? Are you the size of bean sprouts there?"

The little doll: "..."

This little girl has a thick skin!

This is the first time he has seen such a thick-skinned girl.

Since he met this little girl, he seemed to have had several firsts.
Chapter completed!