Qiao Le: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan......"

Abba Abba ~

Holding the noodle bowl in his hand, which didn't even have soup left, Qiao Le looked at Jun Yan with a look in his eyes, he was weak, pitiful and helpless, but he could eat it......

Ahem, it's really edible......

But she has no money to eat.

Ah......h

She could only pray in her heart that Jun Yan in front of her would not dislike her because she was a rice bucket.

Then, she saw Jun Yan's eyes glowing golden, and immediately bought her three bowls of noodles, and added five eggs.

Qiao Le: "......"

Looking at the steaming noodle bowl in front of him, Qiao Le was silent.

Feelings, you really treat me like a rice bucket, don't you?

Holding the noodle bowl, Qiao Le's eyes were full of pride in seeing death as if he were at home.

Eat, I don't believe it, I can't finish eating, can you still beat me?

It's a big deal, I'll pay you back, can you do it lightly......

No, you're still laughing, you're still laughing?

Yes, Jun Yan was looking at her thin lips and slightly raised, and her phoenix eyes were smiling.

There's no way, that "Brother Yan" is crisp, it's so good.

Well, come back 100 million times, don't talk about noodles, the noodle stalls will buy them for you.

However, from Qiao Le's point of view, she always felt that Jun Yan had bad intentions.

Aren't you, you're really going to hit me?

Hey, in short, the channel is something outside the body, whether it can match it depends on luck.

Although Qiao Le, probably no luck.

Because of the arrival of Qiao Le and Jun Yan, the noodle stall became popular for a while, not only for eating noodles, but also for watching the excitement.

Everyone was amazed by the casualness of the little prince and the little county lord, and fell into their etiquette to other noodle eaters, and sighed at their silence and beauty alone.

Gradually, the existence of Jun Yan and Qiao Le seems to be no longer a violation of the noodle stall, but a kind of normality.

They don't affect anyone, and no one influences them.

Therefore, gradually, the people who came to the noodle stall tacitly ignored them, followed the rules, and did their own things.

However, life is full of surprises, and there are always fools who will come to give gifts.

For example, the one who had just withdrawn from the Qi Palace, there were more than a dozen guards.

I saw them swaggering, swaggering, and the devil-like pace made pedestrians retreat and merchants frightened.

When it comes to the Qi Palace, what people think of is that they are tyrannical, tyrannical and ferocious, and these people are the minions of the King of Qi, helping to abuse and bully the market.

No, it's afternoon, and it's time to eat white food again.

Which one should you choose today?

Well, this noodle stall is crowded.

Yo ho, isn't this the pair of old things that were just snatched away by their prince not long ago?

Their daughter, right now, is buried in the backyard of their palace.

Or is it here?

The evil slaves looked at each other, and finally swaggered and walked towards the noodle stall.

The surrounding people were talking, and all of them looked different. And the stall owner and his wife who saw this group of evil slaves were even more pale, and their eyes were thick and uncontrollable hatred.

The evil slave at the head sneered, and at his signal, the first attendant stepped forward, wanting to drive away the guests in the stall.

For some reason, they always felt that the people around them looked at them a little strangely.

Say they're afraid, they're afraid, but why are they afraid, and they still have some coldness?

Could it be that they have itchy skin again?

The malice in his heart swelled rapidly, and this evil slave should want to make a difference.

Then he saw the trapeze artists.

Not to mention, it's quite high.

And, and this flying man, how does he seem to have seen it somewhere?

Well, he didn't remember until the flying man couldn't fly anymore and threw him up and vomited blood.

Trapeze?

The Flying Gods ......

Isn't this one of his retinue?