Survival: King Picking Game

After a while, Eltruchi, who was pretending to have her eyes closed, noticed that the other party seemed to be approaching.

It's so close to the temperature of a man's body that he can even feel it.When the girl was feeling vigilant, she heard him say it.

"What do you like for breakfast?"

Uh……

"Of course, no matter what you answer, the only thing I will cook is instant noodles."

Then why are you asking?

"Okay, breakfast is here."

"...This is done too fast!"

Eltruchi couldn't help opening her eyes.

Li Pingan held a dinner plate in his hand.

Topped with a plate of freshly baked bread, a plate of fried eggs and bacon, and a glass of warm milk.

The hot aroma is tangy.

For a dead ancestor with the blood of the true ancestor flowing in his body, human food is not necessary for survival.

If you insist, she won't die even if she doesn't eat or drink for thousands of years...but she will become the same as a "mummy".

The reason why I am used to eating is probably just a habit of the nobles in the past, which has been carried on.

However, when seeing this long-lost fresh food, Eltruchi suddenly felt... as if jumping for joy.

Subtle touch.

After Kurohime realized this, besides being surprised by her unexpected emotions, she couldn't help reaching out to the dinner plate——

As a result, he was mercilessly photographed by the other party.

"Before eating, wash your hands first."

Li Pingan brought a towel from somewhere, and said solemnly.

... That condescending and stern attitude is almost the same as treating a real ten-year-old girl.

An angry look flickered in Erte Luqi's pupils.

...Even now, it is impossible for a mere mortal to be her opponent.What's more, if the "bottom card" is liberated, she still has the power to fight against the Death Apostle at the level of Lord White Wing.

"...Don't treat me like a child."

Unexpectedly, Erte Luqi did not lose her temper, but just stared at Li Pingan indifferently.

...Maybe it's because she's in a pretty good mood right now.

"Ahaha, only children would say such things."

However, Li Pingan didn't mean to appreciate it.While talking with a smile, he rubbed Hei Ji's little head, and messed up her neat black hair under the girl's dull eyes.

Ever since she was born, she has possessed an extremely noble identity and bloodline, never had such an offense, and Elte Lucy's body froze there instead.

... If any Dead Apostles saw it, they would be dumbfounded.

How dare a mere mortal touch Ji Jun's head?Even her mortal enemy—such as Bai Yigong—wouldn't even dare to think about such a face-to-face embarrassment.

It's like ordinary people trying to touch a tiger's ass to kill themselves.What's more, Master Hei Ji is a million times more terrifying than a tiger.

"Crack!"

On the girl's fair forehead, blue veins popped up again.

"You... you, you bastard, what are you doing?!"

"Ah... appeared."

Li Pingan ignored Hei Ji's anger, but gently stroked the girl's long black hair like smoothing a cat's fur.

——Until there was a strand of hair that could not be smoothed out, and he stubbornly raised his head from between Li Pingan's fingers.

"That's it! This is the legendary 'Dumb', right? Hahahaha... Puff!"

As soon as Li Pingan's wild laughter was halfway through, his voice turned into a cry of pain.

He was punched hard by Eltruchi in the stomach.

...Even though she looks like a little girl on the outside, in essence, she is still a monster standing at the top of the Dead Apostles.

Just like that, Li Pingan hugged his stomach and slowly rolled off the g.

"Peng" hit the floor.

Chapter 1019 "Inventing Your Heart"

With her arms folded in front of her flat chest, Elte Lucy, who was wearing a pitch-black dress, stood on the g with her feet slightly apart. ÷Miscellaneous ∫ Magazine ∫ Bug ÷

He had that "you deserve it" look on his face.

A light breeze blows from the window, and the corners of the skirt are slightly raised.

Li Pingan, who rolled to the ground clutching his stomach, noticed this and simply lay on the ground and couldn't get up.Trying to seize the fleeting moment when the skirt floats up, to see the infinitely beautiful scenery under the skirt...