Yan Qingrui couldn't hold back her anger anymore, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, she pressed Zhen Zidemon's entire bald head into the bowl of oily braised pork. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Can you tell the truth?

What should he do when he plays Journey to the West?

When she let go of her hand, Zhen Zidemon's handsome face suddenly shone with brilliance...... Oily, full of flow.

Zhen Zidemon smashed the gravy on the side of his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly: "Can you still have a little humor? I don't know how to respect the elderly, I don't know how to love the young, how can I marry in the future if I am so violent?"

Yan Qingrui gritted her teeth, where is he old, where is he young? Running the train with her mouth full, without a word of truth, she can endure it until now, which is already the maximum limit of patience.

Zhen Zidemon stretched out his hand at her: "Bring it!"

Yan Qingrui squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "What?"

Zhen Zidemon said: "Stupid? Wipe your face! The monk's hair can be broken, the scar can be left, and the image cannot be lost, I am such a fairy, what is the matter with this face full of oil soup? Do you want to know anything, wait for the monk to finish eating, and tell you one by one." I don't have any humor, I'm really tired!"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes wildly and threw him a silk handkerchief.

Zhen Zidemon wiped a few handfuls on his face, threw them aside, and continued to eat with chopsticks.

He eats leisurely and relaxedly.

Yan Qingrui saw the anger in her heart bubbling and rising, and she pressed it down, and then it came up, and then it came up, and it came up again.

This monk was sent by God to be angry with her, right?

Zhen Zidemon in Yan Qingrui's white eyes, in her forbearance of anger, eat in an orderly and leisurely manner, eat elegantly, but the speed is not slow, only the fish skeleton is left, the hooves are only the bone residue, the shark fin is gone, the shrimp has become a shrimp shell, and the scallop has eaten up......

In short, it was a sumptuous banquet that could be eaten for ten people before, but when Yan Qingrui didn't move her chopsticks, Zhen Zidemon ate them all so silently, leaving only the bones and the soup and water.

Zhen Zidemon, who has eaten so much, is still biting the chicken leg of another drunken chicken at the moment, and he doesn't look like he is eating at all.

Yan Qingrui: "......"

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really didn't know that this monk could eat so much, why hadn't she eaten for ten days?

Zhen Zidemon smiled and said, "If the monk tells you that the monk hasn't eaten for thirteen days and two hours, do you believe it?"

Yan Qingrui rolled her eyes: "You just blow it!" "I haven't eaten for thirteen days, and he is beaten by iron?"

This world is not a fantasy world, how can he still open up the valley?

Zhen Zidemon sighed and said, "It's normal for you not to believe it, hey, how can ordinary people understand the loneliness of the demon god?" Then, in the end, the drunken chicken also became a skeleton.

Yan Qingrui said, "Have you eaten enough?"

Zhen Zidemon slowly wiped the oil on his fingers with the silk handkerchief, and said, "I barely ate eight points full, which is enough." You check out!"

When the little second came to check out, he saw that the table full of dishes was all empty, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide in surprise.

He looked at the fairy wind and bones sitting in a precarious position, the "treasure looks solemn" Zhen Zidemon, and then looked at Yan Qingrui, showing an expression of admiration for Yan Qingrui.

The master said that he was a vegetarian, so this table full of meat dishes was naturally eaten up by this dark-looking and thin young man.