"He drank the piping hot soup." Looking at the myrrh that was angry but couldn't open his mouth, Mo Feibai said the reason.

"It's really hard for you, the taste is so special!" Just imagining, Fenghua is enough to know how ecstatic the bitter taste is.

is worthy of being the myrrh young master of the Alchemy Alliance, and even the bitterness must be a hundred times hotter than others, which is really amazing.

With a slight admiration, Fenghua took advantage of the distraction of the people over there and shuttled from the crowd to the backyard.

With a bang, he kicked the aspect.

Sou!

A little bit of turquoise rushed towards him like this.

Raise your hand and pinch it.

I want to throw it away, but I ......

Glued.

The familiar texture, Fenghua spread his hands.

In the palm of his hand, there is a small insect with a whole body green and foaming at the mouth. This feel, except for Xiao Green, there is nothing else.

"Stop!"

"Don't move!"

"Hand over the bugs."

“……”

Just when Fenghua was thinking about how to pull Xiao Lu down, others were more anxious than herself?

When I looked up, there was a five-meter-diameter cutting board in front of me, which landed in the middle of the room.

There's an ingredient on the cutting board?

No, if you look closely, you'll see that the cutting board, it's actually a bed. It's not an ingredient in it, but a little chef who often tastes it.

The weapon is a rolling pin, and the bed is a cutting board?

Sure enough, she is a little chef, and her hobbies are so unique.

In this room, on the cutting board, there is a small chef who often tastes alone. Next to the cutting board were a few of her people standing, as well as a person who seemed to be a little familiar.

She is from the Thirteenth Pavilion, the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion.

This time, the Suzaku Pavilion Lord looked completely different from last time, wearing a pretty short red and white skirt, which looked a bit like a puffy skirt.

On his feet he was wearing a pair of red leather boots, with a layer of red tassels on his head, and a few strands of silver-white hair falling on his shoulders. He also held a small black umbrella in his hand, and a circle of red flowers was painted on the edge of the umbrella, which was slightly sideways to cover half of his face.

A small chef who falls asleep on the cutting board, plus a Suzaku Pavilion owner who plays an umbrella in the room, what kind of alternative habits are these?

"Excuse me, lend her to me." In front of everyone's eyes, Fenghua jumped onto the cutting board, ready to take away the little chef's usual taste.

"Put down our Pavilion Master!"

"Shopkeeper!"

"Clothes are going to break!"

“……”

Suyu, the lord of the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, still held the umbrella and didn't make much of a move, and the large group of people rushed up like this.

As soon as he was not careful, Fenghua made the wrong move. She used the hand that was stained with little green saliva. Looking at the vacant one, there is a slight distance between the hand.

As long as you are a little careless, then this little chef who is still in a coma and sleeps will be leaked out of spring.

Usually I do this, it's nothing, but now I'm looking for her to help, right?

In this case, you can't get too miserable.

A lost heart of kindness rose in his heart, and Fenghua hurriedly stretched out his other hand to stop those people from coming over and avoid unnecessary entanglement, "Forehead, forehead, forehead!" Don't move, she'll have no clothes when she comes back. ”

"What else do you want to do to our Pavilion Master?"

"That's it! Our pavilion master has been knocked unconscious by you! ”

"Get out of the way and let the Suyu Pavilion Master save our Pavilion Master!"