Under the glaring and angry gaze of the White Eagle Commander.

A pair of hands, without the slightest hesitation, stretched out to his master's table and buckled them on the white porcelain bowl.

Then, silently, move in front of yourself.

White Eagle: "!! ”

If it weren't for the fact that the Lord hadn't spoken, he would have blurted out with a bold voice.

As soon as the porcelain bowl and chopsticks were halfway moved, a hand as white as porcelain, elegant and beautiful, clasped the chopsticks like this.

It seems to be careless, but in fact, the strength makes it impossible to break free.

Ye Gu looked at Feng Muge with a smile, and the tail note was slightly hooked, "Huh? ”

Feng Muge smiled at him shyly, "I can take the chopsticks myself, I don't need you to move them for me personally, just let you treat you to dinner, how can I bother you to hand me the chopsticks with dignity?" ”

White Eagle: "......! ”

This has refreshed the new definition of 'brazenness' in his mind.

Ye Gu Ci raised his eyebrows, and his narrow eyes lit up, as dangerous as a beast that preyed on in the night.

Feng Muge was stunned, and broke his fingers one by one,

"I know you made this cutlery for me.

After all, how could a person as elegant and unfathomable as you, a god-like figure like you, eat the food of such ordinary people? ”

The white eagle was stunned to see that his master really removed his hand, with a smile in his eyes, and asked calmly,

"Then what do you think the deity should eat?"

Getting the chopsticks, Feng Muge stretched out the chopsticks to the crystal bag in front of him without stopping and swallowed them in one gulp.

The cheek raiser was still chewing buns, his eyes didn't even look at the man next to him, and his voice was slurred,

"Mud ...... It should be a powder-absorbing silver road. Like Zhaoyin Mulan Zhi fell, the evening dinner ball drama knew Luoyin, and the style of the Yadi Immortal Day was on the mud. ”

You should be a sucker drinker. Like the falling dew of the morning drinking magnolia, and the falling ying of the autumn chrysanthemum at night, such a fairy day is worthy of the style of your big man.

In the time of these few sycophants, a cage of crystal bags has been quickly killed by Feng Muge.

Ye Guci looked at the front of him with narrow eyes, the corners of his slender mouth, but the curvature rose slightly.

It's a shame that Ye Gu can understand that bunch of vague alien language.

Bai Ying looked at his master being robbed of tableware, dishes and chopsticks but was not angry at all, and his heart was like a flipped five-flavor bottle, which had any taste.

This sycophant is too distracting!

Not only did he never take his eyes off the food, but even his mouth was stuffed with food, and his speech was slurred.

It's just perfunctory, so bad that it's outrageous!

But the master was not angry at all.

Is...... Is......!

Deputy Commander White Eagle searched through the sea of words in his head, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe his mood.

If someone else can sense his current mood, it will definitely help him find a suitable word.

That is, hate iron and not steel.

"Squeak, squeak." Watching Feng Muge feast, he squeaked and swallowed his saliva vigorously, and called softly twice.

Master! Don't forget me! Blessings and hardships are shared together!

Feng Muge took some food and put it on the table, and squeaked and twisted his ass in an instant

Not enough to eat on your own? Still have pets on the table?

The White Eagle was eager to run over and pick up the robber-like pet and throw it out.

The corners of Ye Guci's mouth were curled, and his phoenix eyes were narrow and deep, with a hint of smile.

Such a 'brazen' person, he has only seen two in his life.

One was the woman who had taken his clothes away when he was at his worst.

One is the person in front of you.

Emperor Song.

Mugo.

Scold.