Coming to the well-known century-old store Quanjude, Qin Fen followed the welcome and walked in, in order to avoid the bastard of Xiaodouding from causing trouble to people, he called a private room alone. It's so capricious and rich.

Qin Fen, who was sitting in the huge private room, did not feel empty, but clean, his original good mood was now gone, and the chef was also temperamental, and his heart was not happy.

Put the small bean dice on the ground, this thing was immediately resurrected with full blood, pretending that the toy was already familiar with the road, ordered a few dishes, Qin Fen waited with peace of mind, eating is his hobby, and he has been famous for Peking duck for a long time.

Took out his mobile phone, while waiting, Qin Fen didn't look at the circle of Heavenly Court, shook it, and now he wanted to chat.

Click, panda wants to dive? Qin Fen ignored it directly when he saw this ID, and continued to shake it when he dived.

Click, bloody dawn, this name hangs, a bit of an iron-blooded tough guy feeling, it's not a brother soldier, Qin Fen still likes the cutest person, and he used to want to be a soldier, but unfortunately, his family didn't agree, because there was no one in front of him, the old man needed to be taken care of, his grandfather was old, and his parents were worried, so it turned into water.

Qin Fen could only give up, put aside his troubles, and the chef added this guy.

In a black eerie castle, a foreigner is about to enjoy dinner, in front of a small wet and bloody beef cow, and a glass of bright red wine in hand.

"Count, your dinner is ready!" An ugly-looking old man on the side spoke softly to an old man with Parkinson's disease.

"Igo, go down!" After speaking, the middle-aged foreigner picked up the knife and fork and prepared to start, not knowing that he had been added to the list of friends by someone.

"Dude. It's time to eat. Me too! ”

I'm a god. Dracula's mind was confused, "Who? ”

"Why do you have to know each other when you meet! Seriously, you'll lose. Qin Fen was speechless, the buddies were all chatting, so why do you want to get to the bottom of it.

With a stab, the veal in front of Count Dracula was cut open, and the knife kept castrating, and it was pulled directly onto the table, making a fierce mark.

Oh! Dracula's mouth opened in an O-shape and looked at the table in pain. It's an antique. Familiar to you? Why do you have to know each other? In addition, he is very aggrieved, this thing can speak directly in your head.

What is he, the mysterious three generations of blood, the King of Piercing, the son of the dragon, Lord Dracula, the vampire count. Who dares to provoke him like this, but the strength of the other party is very strange, as a noble three-generation blood clan, comparable to the existence of a demigod, he can only speak in the head of his descendants. But what the hell is the other party? Could it be the ancestor?

That doesn't sound like that.

Dracula couldn't make up his mind, "yes." I'm eating, do you want to join us? ”

"I'm going to eat it too." Qin Fen was waiting for the roast duck, but he didn't know that he was shaking the three thousand small world this time. Why? Because of his ID name, he didn't know that WeChat was so frustrating, turning Dracula's screen name into Scarlet Dawn, just like the god of lights in an oil lamp.

If you had a Dracula, maybe Chef Qin would be able to react, but what the hell is Scarlet Dawn? At first glance, it is an earthling, or a netizen, this kind of chat is exciting, there is no pressure.

"Really? I've got good wine here! "Dracula sent out an invitation, and it was the original fungus blood.

"I don't drink, thank you!"

Don't drink, it's not scientific! That blood clan is not good for this bite, can it taste like something else? Dracula was stunned.

"And what do you eat?" Gradually, I brought honorifics.

Qin Fen felt that there was nothing you used just now, this person knows how to be good and exquisite. "I'm eating roast duck!"

Roast duck? Can you eat that stuff in there? Dracula doesn't believe it, there are only two types of people who can contact him, one is the same kind, the blood clan, and the other is the witch, but this voice doesn't look like a witch, even if the demons are forgotten, they are all fallen angels, and they can't play with them.

"Delicious?" Dracula cautiously verified.

"Nonsense, of course it's delicious, I haven't heard of Peking duck? Haven't heard of Quanjude? This thing is exquisite, and now there are more and more ways to eat it, and there are endless patterns. Qin Fen was telling the truth.

Embarrassment, it looks so classy, Dracula is a little confused, what is Quanjude? This isn't here to play with him.

"Is it delicious without blood?"

"Problem, how to eat raw?" Qin Fen was speechless, "Dude, this is not Western food!" ”

Am I sick? Dracula was once again confused. Do you know who you're talking about? The uncrowned king of Transylvania, the king of the night!

But because the chef didn't take it seriously, Dracula was even more sad, what kind of thing is this?

"Who is your father?" Dracula asked the key, knowing who it was, he knew how many generations the other party was, it was too arrogant.

"My dad? Let's talk about it! Which one do you call my dad? Qin Fen thinks that this thing should be too old, and he is a little autistic, and he can't chat. When it comes to Western food, is it still a foreigner to talk about? It's a little fresh, and you can encounter it.

Dracula's heart, which he felt had never beaten, twitched, and he sulked back. Bastard. Can you have a good chat? Is there still a little bit of the temperament of the nobility of the night?

"Who are you?" That's what Dracula asked.

"Celestial Empire, by the way, you're not, that country?" Qin Fen is not stupid, this rhythm is not right, it is not like a Celestial Empire netizen who mixes the Internet world, how to say it, it feels a little, and I can't talk about it.

This is an old foreigner who has been a soldier, Qin Fen analyzed and came to a conclusion, this is basically correct.

Dracula is very old, there is no doubt, it is a foreigner, everyone in this Celestial Dynasty knows, he has been a soldier? That's right, he led troops to resist Turkey back then! All-in.

Celestial Empire? Dracula found that he hadn't heard of it, and there was a country on the continent of Europa that he didn't know, and he must be a hillbilly. Who is so lacking in virtue and went to the countryside to develop a turtle descendant.

"I'm sorry I don't want to talk to someone like you, I'm going to eat!" Dracula is sure that this is not an ancestor, just an authentic hillbilly, and may even be his own descendant, I don't know how he managed to trace the origins, is the blood too mixed? Even basic confession of ancestors doesn't work?

What do you call someone like me? Qin Fen is very depressed, let's talk for a while.

Bang, the door opened suddenly, and a chef pushed the roast duck in, Xiao Douding instantly did not move and became a dead dog, lying on the chair, at this time it was very sensible, knowing that Chef Qin was unhappy, so he didn't touch the mold.

After eating, not chatting, Qin Fen casually sent an angry expression to Dracula to express his dissatisfaction.

With this hair, the angry self-creation area of Heavenly Court flickered strangely.

Qin Fen also watched as the chef began to cut the roast duck, and Dracula was ready to eat, "Hillbilly!" As soon as he finished saying this, the sky above Transylvania was covered with clouds, and there was a fluctuation in the black space, and the dark clouds converged to reveal a strange face.

Lao Tzu Heavenly Demon is out again, haha! (To be continued.) )