Mobile reading

So, the blood clan stared at the blood of the demon clan, and the demon clan stared at the flesh of the blood clan.

Although it is controlled by the commanders of both sides, contradictions are inevitable.

This kind of contradiction, with the accumulation of time, gathers little by little, and is already on the verge of a flashpoint, and there is a possibility of internal strife at any time.

The Night Underworld, in a clean and tidy kitchen.

"Emperor, if you let them fight now, once there is infighting, it will definitely consume a lot of troops." Looking at the Emperor Throne who was boiling soup at home, Ri Rail couldn't help but say.

Who can tell them when they are as noble as jade, and when did the Night Emperor, who is not touched by the spring water with his ten fingers, start to like cooking.

I'm so happy to do it.

"Don't worry, good steel should be used on the blade, now is not the time." With his back to the day rail, he said that his silver hair was already standing up with a headband at will, and the stunning young man was wearing an apron, giving people a clean and warm feeling of a young man next door.

On his shoulder, there was also a fat, round little milk dragon, biting its claws, looking at the soup in the pot, drooling.

Of course, the star soul beside the day rail, the movements at this moment are exactly the same as the little milk dragon.

Although Moon Devourer didn't speak, he didn't blink a pair of eyes looking at the big pot of soup in front of Su Ye.

"Yes." Ri Rail said, looking at the huge soup pot in front of Su Ye, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Such a big pot of soup is at least ten servings!

The Emperor wants to drink it himself, even if he adds a little dragon highness, he can't drink it all!

Could it be that Lord Emperor wants to invite them to drink?

That's something they never dared to think of!

All of a sudden, the day rail and the star soul and others were instantly moved, if it weren't for the fear of being kicked by their own emperor's seat, they really wanted to go up and hug the emperor's thigh directly.

Time passed minute by minute, smelling the aroma that was getting stronger and stronger, and the day rail and the others were behind the night, watching and watching.

Finally.

"Have you eaten?" After a long night of boiling soup, he finally spoke.

The day rail and the others immediately shook their heads, neatly and uniformly, very neatly and uniformly.

"Hmm." Su Ye said lightly and nodded.

Hearing this, the day rail and others were stunned, well! Yes, what does that mean?

Legitimate

I saw that my lord had already put the soup out and put it on the table.

"Thank you, Daddy, for the soup that Long Long cooked." On his shoulder, the little milk dragon said, and immediately pounced in the direction of the soup pot.

However, before it reached the edge of the soup pot, it was directly grabbed by the night, "It's not for you." ”

Immediately, the soup pot was covered and put into a huge lunch box.

"You guys, don't forget to go to lunch." In the end, he said a word to the day rail and the others, and Su Ye carried the lunch box in one hand, threw the little milk dragon into the collar, and in the sad eyes of the day rail and the others, he flew up and disappeared into the starry night imperial capital.

Standing in place, looking at the direction in which the night left, the day rail and the others looked at the pot that had just been boiling the pot soup and exuding a rich aroma of soup.

All right! It's that they think too much.

As a subordinate, it is really a sin to want to drink the soup boiled by his master.

As for who the Emperor's soup is for, needless to say, everyone knows.

However, such a big pot of soup is for ten people!

Can Miss Feng Ge really finish drinking?

Forgive the three of them at this moment, they still don't know anything about someone's meal.

After three days of painful torture, Soul Eater, who was finally able to go out, just walked out of the dormitory, and saw the night with a lunch box sweeping in front of him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This book is from: