As soon as the door is opened.

Hula-la.

A group of black-clad bodyguards blocked the door directly.

Little Black Dragon, Mo.

The host's open-minded food grabbing box was blocked by others on the spot, is that what it means?

Nan Ji looked at the black-clothed bodyguard, and then turned her head to look at the thin seal.

Bo Feng sighed, pulled out the chair, and sat down, still cold.

Page by page, I turned the book in my hand.

Didn't look up.

It's as if everything in front of him has nothing to do with him.

The little black dragon soon saw the necklace around the neck of a black-clothed bodyguard led by him.

Well, that seems to be a sign of something.

Thirty seconds later

[Host, the fifteen people in front of you are retired special forces.]

The one standing at the front has won the title of the king of special forces]

So, this big fight, just to catch a stealer?

Nan Ji didn't know what special forces were.

But listening to the introduction of the little black dragon, it seems to be very powerful.

She looked at the lunch box, and then looked back at the thin seal.

You have to do it with such a powerful person.

There's always something to match.

Otherwise, isn't it worth it?

Nan Ji put the lunch box aside.

Look at the thin seal

"I beat him, you come with me?"

Bo Feng looked up as he listened.

The face is expressionless

"Do you think I'll go with a lunch thief?"

Talking about him, he paused.

His gaze fell on the back of Nanji's injured hand

"Still a beaten food thief."

Nan Ji listened to him expressionlessly, one bite at a time.

It's not pleasant to hear.

She watched him correct

"I took it in front of you."

The little black dragon listened to the host's words and wanted to cover his face again.

Woooooooo

It knew that the host had been locked up in a dungeon since the age of eleven, and it didn't know how many tens of thousands of years had passed.

I also know that the host has no moral outlook, values, and outlook on life.

But, but for the sake of Mao, it still feels so ashamed?

Bo Feng made a cold face and nodded rather perfunctorily.

Then he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Five minutes later.

The Manchu and Han banquets filled this long table.

Hula-la, the black-clothed bodyguard withdrew.

No one is blocking the doorway anymore.

She wanted to go.

But look at this little lunch box in your hand.

Look at the table again.

Well.

She didn't want a boxed lunch anymore.

She wanted that table.

The idea only existed for three seconds.

Then, a certain concubine put it into action.

I don't know which trash can she threw it into.

On this table, there happened to be two dishes and chopsticks.

She picked up her chopsticks and pulled over a chair to sit across from the thin seal.

Never looked at Bo Feng again.

Eat only your own with your head down.

The little black dragon looked at the host like this.

Let's take a look at the 'Night Pearl' classmate on the other side.

Eat from the host.

Bo Feng's gaze moved from the book to Nanji's body.

He grimaced a cold face and didn't say a word, just watched her eat.

The little black dragon took a closer look.

Hey?

Uh, this one, this one, this thin seal classmate has any intentions for its host?

This thin seal classmate ······, has a good character, a good family background, and a positive outlook.

Think about the host again, uh······ In addition to being able to eat and not waste, it seems that there is no advantage.

Let the host follow this thin seal classmate to edify and edify.

Will it be better to transform into a good person?

Anyway, its host is already on the edge of humanity.

Even if you want to go up the lower limit, there is nowhere to go.

Maybe with Bo Feng, he can raise the lower limit up.

Suddenly, the little black dragon's eyes were different when he looked at Bo Feng.

That's the best way to help it transform its host together.