Chapter 132: The Taste of Soup.
"Your Highnessγγγγγ" Qin Yuhao looked at the man who was so noble in her mind.
He actually ate the filth of the human race under the nine heavens in front of him.
This is... Is it because of the 'woman'?
Qin Yuhao trembled and came up with this answer, no, no, no, I have to ask him, what else does Qin Yuhao want to say.
βγγγγγγγγβ But his eyes 'touched' those two indifferent gazes.
One is a disdainful and disgusted gaze that covers the sky. But the disparate look in those eyes still flashed with the most moving expression.
This temperament. No matter what the expression is. will not be halved in the United States,
There is also a light from the eyes of the ghost butterfly that is as calm as a pool. The ghost butterfly's dark bottomless eyes were full of things that Qin Yu didn't know. But from that terrible depth. Qin Yuhao felt a kind of fear coming from the depths of his soul.
Red 'color'.!! This is something that the ghost butterfly does not know,
In that dark depths. A faint and invisible red 'color' shimmers with a unique light and pride. The bright red 'color' made people feel inexplicably panicked. It's also inexplicably terrifying,
Qin Yu was afraid. I panicked too. It's also 'messed up'. She looked at the faint blush in the ghost butterfly's eyes. He stood up as if he had seen something terrible.
She quickly disappeared from the sight of the Ghost Butterfly and the Sky Coverer. Only a few staccato gasps remained.
βγγγγγγβ Is it so scary to be yourself? The ghost butterfly 'touched' its head. A hint of helplessness crossed the corners of his mouth.
People now. The ability to bear it is just too poor. The psychological quality is also very poor, Ghost Butterfly looked at Qin Yu's remaining panicked back and said slowly,
But, suddenly. It was as if she had thought of something again. She turned her head. Meanwhile. When she turned her head.
The familiar red 'color' also disappeared without a trace like a dramatic 'sex'. It's as if there was never that trembling red 'color' in her quiet and beautiful black eyes,
If you look at the red 'color' carefully. You will find that the red 'color' is full of blood, as if it can overflow. It's not any kind of red in that 'color' at allγγγγγγ
In general. The red 'color'. It's terrible.
βγγγγγγγβ Ghost Butterfly was a little surprised by the man's cooperation with him.
But she still wants to see if this soup can be drunk, because. After all, this soup is made by yourself. If he's poisoned because of the soup or something.
That.. It's kind of bad.
Covering the sky Mo changed into a meaningful look again. That condescending appearance is full of the nobility and domineering of a person who is born in a high position.
The ghost butterfly couldn't find a trace of poisoning or some precursor to death on his face,
After all, it was the first time she had made soup. So she still wanted to hear how the first person to try it felt.
"It's all over the place. This soup. What do you think? Ghost Butterfly's tone was flat. It's like a windless sea. There are no ups and downs to speak of.
There is no expression to speak of. It's like saying a simple greeting.
"Soup. Its taste... Come over a little. I'm telling you. There was a hint of unusual seriousness on the lips of Mo Tianmo. It's as if he's a man of his word.
βγγγγγγγβ Ghost Butterfly walked over because of a little guilt in her heart. Covering the sky Mo gently supported his body. Leaning against the ear of the ghost butterfly. As if he was going to say something.
"Speak up if you have something to say!" Ghost Butterfly watched as the warm breath swirled in her ears. I couldn't help but feel a little unhappy in my heart.