Tan Sang looked at him a little angry when he looked so indifferent, "Did you listen to me?!" ”

Samuel's gaze was as cold as a blade, and there was a sinister aura that gave people a strong sense of oppression.

He said softly with thin lips: "Are you ordering Lonely?" ”

Tan Sang was silent for a moment and nodded.

She said, "Yes, Samuel, I am commanding my little slave, and I hope that my little slave will be safe and sound, and be a mighty dragon with promise."

Instead of abusing and killing others. ”

Little Slave ......

But Christine Lansan, that little slave can't come back......

Now there is only the brutal Samuel.

"Christine Lansan, Lone wants to eat longevity noodles and make them for Lone."

The tsundere dragon tilted its head.

It's obviously a little dragon cub who wants to eat noodles, but he actually asks for it so funny.

Tan Sang smiled and took his hand, with a bright smile in her eyes, she looked very gentle, not quite the same as before.

She took herself by the hand and walked all the way on, expecting that His Majesty would shake off her hand, and the soldiers waited until the flowers were gone, but before he could let go of his hand.

The two stopped in front of a shop.

It looks rudimentary.

It's like a century-old store in decline.

The old woman looked at Tan Sang with a smile and said kindly: "Madam, you are here again, this must be your husband, right?" ”

Samuel lowered his head and subconsciously looked at Tan Sang.

There was no other look on the woman's white and flawless face, she just took the old woman's apron, and her eyes were as plain as water.

She didn't have a hint of resistance or explanation.

It was as if he had admitted that he was his wife.

[Ding, -10 Hate, current Hate 40.] ］

The old woman stumbled forward.

She said as she walked, "Madam, the longevity noodles you made have been cooked.

The old man has been running a shop here for many years, and he has been exposed to many things here, and the only craft that he has not forgotten is longevity noodles. ”

Then she brought out the longevity noodles, "Madame's hands are skillful, and the noodles are made quickly, sir, try them." ”

The man was stunned.

It stands to reason that Tan Sang can probably only make such a bowl of noodles when he goes out.

So can he think that she came out just to make this bowl of longevity noodles?

Long was a little suspicious of himself, so did he blame her?

Tan Sang, who was standing on the side, naturally understood his expression at a glance, and knew that he would probably forgive himself if he coaxed the little slave.

Although that side ...... It has nothing to do with me, but the result is good.

The dark light in the man's eyes floated, and his knuckles contracted.

[Ding, -15 hatred, current 25.] ］

He couldn't help but dislike her, he just liked her.

Impulsiveness was actually only a matter of a moment, and he reacted that he had already held the person in his arms.

He lowered his chin to her shoulder, feeling insecure.

But he still said what he had never dared to say, and asked her in an astringent voice: "Can we start all over again?" ”

Let go of everything.

It's not hate, it's love.

It's a long-time favorite.

It's the unwilling taste that he can't get, and it's the only person in the world who makes him tender.

Samuel hugged her tightly, smelling the scent of roses on her body, and his heart was only sour.

For the first time, he knew that he had been so useless in front of her, and that as long as she showed him a little kindness, he could come to her again in spite of everything.

Her smile, her actions, and the scars that had been there for three whole years actually began to heal slowly.

He seemed to have forgotten the pain of the Infernal Hell, and he didn't seem to remember the scars on his body.

Stop thinking about the fact that she showed up with her three years ago just to kill herself.

I don't want to guess what she's trying to do now.

He thinks about it now.

And it's just ...... Can you do it all over again?