Chapter 290: After Duang's Death, You Must Report Peace First

Liang Yue's behavior puzzled everyone, and it was easy to say that the noodle soup was separated, but it was difficult to understand when the noodles and bowls were eaten together.

"How's it taste?" Wang Yu put aside Liangyue's eating habits for the time being, and asked directly how it tasted.

"Taste?" However, Suzuki's answer was even more puzzling, as if she didn't know the meaning of the word taste at all.

"Is it delicious or unpalatable?" Flying field Ji stopped his movements and asked helpfully.

“?” Liang Yue was puzzled.

Northern Shui Ji pushed her share in front of Liang Yue, and took out a set of basic resources and put it aside, "The same? ”

"Hmm." Liang Yue nodded, and then asked, "It's different?" ”

Wang Yu sighed softly, "For you, it may all be the same." "I can't taste the ship's mother.

"By the way, can your eyes see?" Flying field Ji asked suddenly, because of the taste problem, she thought of somewhere else.

And yet - "Look? ”

......

“wowowowowo。” wo-chan was unhappy, and she didn't even wait for wo to eat together! wo also took so many strange things down the underground canal.

"Wo-chan is back? Wait, right away. Wang Yu stared at the pot in front of him, estimating the time, "Specially made for you, super large noodles." ”

“wo? wowowowo。 "wo-chan is happy.

"Huh, Admiral, fish, big fish." North staggered over with a fish taller than her.

"Well, thank you North." Wang Yu grabbed the gills of the fish, lifted the big fish, and stunned the fish.

Beibei clapped his little hands and ran to Sister Ai's side.

"Love sister? Do what? ”

"Huh? Playing games. The corners of Flyfield Ji's mouth laughed.

"Shame, no clothes." Beibei said, pointing to the characters in the picture.

"Flying, if you don't want the harbor to know—" Wang Yu picked up his face and said to the flying field Ji without looking back.

"Alas, why are you so stingy, North, you are still too young to watch. Good, go over there and play. Flying field Ji complained about Wang Yu, and then laughed and wanted to let the north leave.

"Shame, love sister." The North stuck out its tongue and ran away.

"wowowo" wo sauce doesn't care about that side, you can eat it right away.

"Anyway, wo-chan, do you eat noodles? Do you usually use your tentacles to eat noodles with chopsticks or forks? "The flying field Ji lazily spread out on the chair and played the newly bought game, and from time to time let out a strange laugh.

“wowo。” As if protesting, wo-chan danced wildly with her tentacles, picked up the noodles in the big basin, and quickly sat down at the table.

Then, forks, chopsticks, all go into battle.

Flying field Ji, silently playing the game in her hand, the reality is a bad game, there is a deep sea more skilled than her to eat noodles! It's not scientific! Obviously, she is the one who eats the most noodles in her room!

“wowowo”

......

The clothes on the Shadow Guardian are mottled.

The smell of blood emanated in a black mist that was getting thinner and thinner.

"What? My knife skills are not bad, they didn't cut your skin, only your clothes. Teki snickered, in the dark, the shadow guardian who was not as trained as her was naturally inferior, and the guardian Eugen also did not dare to fire at will.

If the black fog clears at this moment, the scenery revealed by the Shadow Guardian will probably be very avant-garde.

Bell crotch –

"I'm already following you, Teki." With a pistol and a dagger in the other, the Shadow Guardian said coldly, "Next, it's your turn. ”

"Roar, you are really ambitious and confident. That's right, let's ask you a question now, that man, what level is the shipwreck next to him? Tsuki showed a very unusual interest in this, "Based on your answer, I may be able to exchange some of the information you need with you, the Shadow Guardian, or rather, the Shadow Demon." ”

PS: The shadow cloud of liver activity is salted, and the broken sleep is gone, and tomorrow we will see if it can be incomparable and then decide on the amount of renewal (offering a sea seal sacrifice)