This Demon Emperor Hanxing is clearly coming for his little cook!

Don't think he can't see it, the Demon Emperor Hanxing's eyes looking at his little chef are clearly mixed with a bit of ill intentions!

"Isn't your Excellency afraid of being told by your clansmen that you, as the emperor of the demon clan, have a close relationship with the Terran monks, and are suspected of leaning towards the Terrans?" Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes and said unceremoniously.

Han Xing laughed: "Don't worry, the people I brought this time are very reliable, and their mouths are also very strict." None of them will just talk nonsense. ”

Ling Yuan stiffened his face and did not speak.

However, Xue Yan rolled his eyes, and hurriedly said to Han Xing: "It is indeed inappropriate for the Demon Clan Emperor and the Terran Immortal Cultivators to sit in the same boat. It's not as good as this. If you don't dislike it, we're willing to give you our ship, so that you and your fellow cultivators will have an unbreakable boat to ride. As for us, we can go and ride in the same boat with Miss Feng Jiao, and there are only three of us anyway. ”

Ling Yuan: "......"

This is really a front door to reject the tiger and the back door to welcome the wolf!

Why are there so many people, scrambling to get on their golden teak boat!

Especially this Xue Yan, will he be hippie and smiling at his little chef after getting on the boat, and he will be able to repair the same boat for ten years!

Han Xing sneered at Xue Yan and curled the corners of his lips: "Stinky boy, do you think that Benjun is so cheap, any cat and dog boat, if you tell me to take it, I have to go to the seat?" Go, go, don't have much to do with your little one. I have some important matters to discuss with the Terran Emperor here. ”

As he spoke, he took control of the stone chair he was sitting in, and swaggered to the deck of the gold-tucked boat.

Seeing this, Xue Yan couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, Ling Yuan's face was also not good-looking, but at this time, he heard the voice of Han Xing.

"Lao Ling, about the immortal totem, I think we need to talk about it."

As he spoke, Han Xing also threw a charming glance at Ling Yuan, which made the corners of Ling Yuan's mouth twitch wildly: "Say whatever you want to say, don't do such disgusting things." ”

He snorted coldly, glanced at the uninvited Han Xing, and got on the boat with his little cook in his arms.

Xue Yan glanced at Feng Jiao a little unwillingly, and just heard her say to everyone:

"It's been a hard night. You're all hungry, aren't you? Wait a minute, I'll make you a supper! ”

Hearing the words "supper" made the eyes of Qianmo, Yunshen, Lingshan, the Ni family brothers and sisters, and even the Demon Emperor Hanxing light up.

The frustration on Xue Yan's face deepened a few points, but he had to board their ship at the urging of his two colleagues.

Feng Jiao was in a good mood and entered the cabin where she and Ling Yuan lived, and got busy in the space.

As early as when Ling Yuan ordered everyone to sail to the island, she had already made some preparations for cooking supper in advance.

Now there are noodles that have been prepared in advance and ice herring meat filling that has been prepared in advance.

While cooking white porridge, Feng Jiao picked some fresh leeks with her hands and feet, chopped them tuk-tok, mixed with ice herring meat filling and an appropriate amount of pig fat, added various condiments, and made a bun filling, and soon made a big white and fat bun.