The Titan Protoss, who kept talking, noticed that the demon vine suddenly stopped moving, he quietly took a deep breath, broke the branch veins of the demon vine, and peeked out through the layers of branches and leaves.

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The industrious cook sat on a stool pounding the soft white flour, her head was covered with fine sweat from the fire, and her red cheeks were irresistible worries.

"Sally, you said that the master was angry, then we will not be punished."

"How so." The thin but tall maid blew the hair hanging down from her forehead boringly, and a subtle sound reached her sensitive ears: "As long as you don't touch the master's bottom line, the master will not be angry, let alone the innocent us." ”

The flames in the fireplace were "crackling", and the walls that hung high in the tent were writhing vines, and the servants belonging to Cyril did not know that danger was around them.

"Oh, little Sally, don't be blind to the danger ahead, our master is moody, and loves to draw pictures of that woman, and even to enchant to create everything that is in that woman, as if he were a captured puppet."

The cook muttered quietly, her muscular arms trembling slightly in the thrashing: "I have to wonder who is the owner of the castle." ”

"Ah, yes." The maid replied nonchalantly, and she lay down on the table, her blue eyes rolling like a little mouse ready to steal cheese.

Odd.

I heard a voice just now.

"Little Sally." The perfunctory cook stopped her work, she sat heavily on the wooden stool, and patted the table with her white palms dissatisfied: "Did you listen to me?" ”

The maid snorted.

"Listen, nosy lady, my ears are beating with you." The maid covered her ears, and she muttered, "Perhaps, this time, the master's anger will spread to the two of us." ”

"What are you talking about?" The cook, who didn't hear clearly, asked.

The maid rolled her eyes: "It's okay, it's okay, even if there are more 'women' in the castle, this castle is still the master's castle, and there are so many soldiers outside, they will always catch the thief who makes the master angry." ”

The thief who was wrapped around the wall twitched the corners of his mouth, he breathed lightly, changing the strength of his muscles as the vine crawled slowly, it was too difficult, and Howard accidentally rubbed the branches and leaves of the vine.

"Sss

"Dah."

The maid stared at the blood dripping from her hands, and as the cook was chattering, she stretched out her long snake apricot and rolled the cold blood into her mouth.

The power of evil and light to coexist explodes in the mouths of aliens.

The familiar smell made her jerk her head, and she unmistakably found the direction of the intruders who were obscured by the tents, the shades that should not have appeared on the yellowed ones.

The young man, who had almost made eye contact with the maid, covered his forehead tightly.

The vine was still moving slowly.

"Little Sally, what are you looking at?" The cook looked in the direction the maid was staring, and her fleshy palm covered her mouth: "Is it a little mouse like you?" ”

The maid thought for a moment, and spread it out on the table again, her golden curls being grabbed in her hands: "Fat like a pig, I'm not a little mouse, do your job well." ”