The little girl liked it very much, hugged the cat and kissed it, and happily threw the large sweet potato into the fire.

Then she sat there upright and waited.

Black and White Priest: "......"

The black and white priest is a little expert in life, and she feels unbearable when she sees this method of roasting sweet potatoes: "This kind of roasting will be sandwiched, right?" ”

His Majesty the Night Emperor spit out another word of comment: "Stupid! ”

The black and white priest also shook his head, this special little girl seems to be very anxious in cooking, but she is still so picky, she will suffer in the future.

So the master and servant looked at the little girl as if they were watching a movie.

Actually, the process was very boring, because the little girl sat there all the time, and nothing happened.

The black and white priest looked a little sleepy, and he couldn't wait to fast-forward -

She secretly glanced at the Night Emperor again, and there was no impatience on his face, he was still leaning lazily there, drinking a little wine and enjoying the scenery.

His Majesty the Night Emperor has a very special attitude towards this girl.

A flash of excitement flashed in the black and white priest's eyes, and he felt that this was a big melon that could invigorate the entire Night Clan!

Although the face of the Night Emperor is very attractive to women and loves to laugh, he is warm and cold-hearted, and he has never felt pity for the jade.

Or treat women as men, such as she, who has been working diligently as cattle and horses in the Night Clan, and has never received special care.

Either disdainful, the woman who has no ability and only a beautiful face gets a little closer to him, and he shoots it away.

And then there is the one who has no eyesight and is desperate to stick upward, and he is destroyed by his hot hands......

His Majesty's harem has been empty for so many years, not to mention the three palaces and six courtyards, and I haven't even seen a single female mouse!

It caused everyone in the Night Clan to think that His Majesty the Night Emperor was not normal in some aspects, and maybe it was a broken sleeve.

Although the Night Clan can't help but break their sleeves, if His Majesty the Night Emperor breaks his sleeves, how can he reproduce his bloodline? There is no successor to the Night Clan!

These ministers of the Chinese New Year's Eve clan have been worried, almost white-headed.

Well, now, the Night Emperor is finally special to a little girl!

The black and white priest only felt that there was blood stirring in his chest, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like this.

So, she asked without fear of death: "Your Majesty, do you like her?" ”

I have already calculated how to feed the little girl fatter, and only after she is fatter can she give birth to her-

But His Majesty the Night Emperor splashed her heart with a word: "Like her? You're thinking too much! ”

As soon as he turned around, he disappeared on the spot.

As soon as he left, the small film naturally stopped playing, and it was an ordinary stone, looking at the black and white priests in pairs, and the evening breeze was desolate.

……

Jun Crimson in the ravine really roasted a raw sweet potato, half of which was pasted and half uncooked.

She patted off the black ash on it, and broke it open with her hot hands, half charred and half pale, only a small half circle showed a little warm yellow.

Such a sweet potato Jun Crimson usually doesn't look at it, but now - she's so hungry!

So she sighed, carefully peeled off the skin, blew it, and nibbled on it in one gulp.

As a result, the sweet potato suddenly disappeared, and she almost bit her finger in one bite!

She: "!! ”

"You baked such an ugly thing?" A voice blew into her ears like a cool breeze.

She looked up angrily and saw that His Majesty the Night Emperor had finally gone and returned.

Standing on the treetops in front of him, the evening breeze made his fiery red robe fly as if he were going to ride the wind.

What he was holding between his two fingers was the sweet potato she had worked so hard to bake, and he looked disgusted.