"Miss Fengjiao, we obviously have so many people here, why only Emperor Zichen has it?" Demon Emperor Hanxing asked with a dissatisfied expression.

Before Feng Jiao could speak, Ling Yuan raised her eyebrows and said, "What? Do you feel dissatisfied? As her husband, Benjun should always have a little privilege, right? ”

Why can't he eat the dishes made by his daughter-in-law?

He asked his daughter-in-law to cook for the Demon Emperor Hanxing, which was already a great favor. But the Demon Emperor Hanxing is still so dissatisfied.

Demon Emperor Han Xing twitched the corners of his mouth and glanced at Ling Yuan.

Know that you have a good daughter-in-law. But there's no need to show off anytime and anywhere.

Let him be a single dog to look so angry!

Although the Demon Emperor Han Xing and Jiu Ying felt a little dissatisfied because of Ling Yuan's privileges, this emotion did not exist for long.

Because they were soon attracted by the warm, thick fragrance wafting from the cauldron in front of Feng Jiao, they began to swallow their saliva while looking forward to their dinner.

Glancing at the expectant crowd, Feng Jiao took out the chili oil she had prepared in advance from the space and put it aside with the finely chopped green onion and coriander.

As she stirred the pot with a long-handled spoon, the fragrance wafting from the cauldron became more intense and enticing.

When the hand-cut noodles are cooked, Feng Jiao will put out the noodles, pour two spoonfuls of hot haggis soup on top, add two pieces of mutton, a piece of money tripe and some other haggis, sprinkle with fine green onions and coriander, add a spoonful of aged vinegar, a spoonful of chili oil, and sprinkle a handful of white sesame seeds, and a bowl of steaming hot and sour haggis soup noodles is done.

When bowls of hot and sour haggis noodle soup were placed in front of everyone, everyone breathed in the fragrant taste and let out a comfortable exhalation.

Everyone in the camp began to gather around the bonfire and enjoy the warm food.

On the other side, it's a different story.

Several demon cultivators of the Shu family knelt at the door of the Shu family's secret ancestral hall.

"Old Ancestor, at present, the seventeen mountains have been recaptured by the team of the Demon Emperor Hanxing, and eight of them have been recaptured. Will our plan still succeed? With the power of our Shu family, can we really unify the entire demon realm, and even extend our power to the spiritual realm to confront the Terran monks? The eldest son of the Shu family asked.

He said, glancing cautiously.

I saw a figure sitting in the ancestral hall, blocked by a curtain, and I couldn't see it really.

A low, indistinguishable voice came from behind the curtain of the ancestral hall: "Heh, don't you even believe in your own ancestors? ”

The voice paused and continued, "You can not believe me. But don't forget how this new ancestral hall came about. This was personally prepared by Shu Jinxi, the former head of your Shu family. Even if you don't believe me, can you still not believe your former master? Could it be that Shu Jinxi will harm you? ”

As if a little anger was heard from that voice, the monks and elders of the Shu family hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed in fear.

"Don't be angry, Ancestor. We are not suspicious of you. It's just that...... It's just that the momentum of the Demon Emperor Hanxing's attack is too fierce, and he has already captured eight mountains in a row. If we continue like this, I am afraid that sooner or later the mountains we occupied will be lost. ”

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