The white tiger watched Eleven angrily walk out of the gate of Dali Temple, and the smile in his eyes deepened, but when he saw that the other party stepped out less than three steps, and turned around and entered Rudali Temple, he was suddenly stunned.

"Huh?" What's wrong?

Eleven didn't answer the white tiger's question, and walked inside aggressively, as if there was something more important and urgent.

The white tiger tilted his huge head and looked at Xiao Nizi, and finally followed.

Unexpectedly, Eleven turned around and returned to the small kitchen, and yelled at the two people in the kitchen: "Plus a white chopped chicken!" ”

Qing Yan looked at the master at the door of the house, and without saying a word, he caught a chicken in the chicken coop in the yard, cut his throat and let out blood, and pulled the chicken feathers, all in one go.

"What else would you like to eat?" Nan Ling turned around and smiled softly.

Eleven looked at Nan Ling, white plain clothes, always indifferent eyes, looking at himself with a full face, and the cold and arrogant air exuded also softened with such eyes, clear and beautiful as pear blossoms reflecting water.

Seeing such a beauty, the irritability in my heart gradually dissipated a lot, and I squinted my eyes and smiled: "Just make your specialty dish, I'm not a picky eater." ”

After saying that, I found a place in the courtyard to sit down and wait for dinner.

The white tiger squinted, becoming more and more unable to understand this little overlord, he was obviously very angry just now, why did he suddenly change his mind? Doesn't the trick of eating meat work?

Eleven looked at the white tiger's fat buttocks, the corners of his mouth raised, and he kicked it.

The white tiger suddenly bounced up from the ground and turned his head viciously to look at Xiao Nizi behind him.

"Don't think I don't know what the hell you're up to!" Eleven snorted coldly and said, "The Radical Tactics are of no use to me at all. ”

"Useless? Don't tell me you don't want to make him your person. White Tiger asked disdainfully, "I remember that he swore back then that he would never let you touch him." ”

"Humph!" Eleven glared at the white tiger and kicked it over, this time the white tiger dodged and said, "If you weren't afraid that he would hate me, do you think you need his approval to force him?!" ”

The white tiger was speechless.

With the character of the little bully, such a thing is done.

"Don't worry, aren't they just three pseudo-corpse monsters, it's not bad for so long, I'll go after dinner."

Seeing that Eleven agreed, the white tiger naturally had nothing to say, smelling the fragrance wafting from the small kitchen, and couldn't help but flick his tail and droop.

Nan Jing looked at the mess of the autopsy room, his brows furrowed, his face was extremely ugly, and he ordered a few catchers to move the two corpses to the spare coroner's room, and ordered someone to clean up the previous house and buy the things needed.

After giving the order, he hurried towards the eleven small courtyards, and before he could enter, he saw a ginkgo tree split in half by something, and his heart could not help but be startled, and when he looked up, he saw that the walls of the courtyard had been destroyed.

Nan Jing hurriedly stepped forward, checked worriedly, and found that there was no one in the room, secretly relieved, and at the same time kept burning his chest with anger, and turned to leave.

"Have you seen Madame?" Nan Jing looked at the two catchers not far away, and strode forward to ask.

"Madame, they went to the kitchenette." One of them replied truthfully, not that he was particularly concerned about his wife's traces, but the huge body of the white tiger, and he couldn't ignore it if he wanted to.

Hearing this, Nanjing quickly turned around and went to the small kitchen.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I smelled the smell of food.

Seeing his wife sitting on the stone table, squatting next to the white tiger, Qing Yan came out of the kitchen with two dishes, and he was about to step forward, when the familiar shadow crashed into his sight.