The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Ziqianmo heart: in the future, I will make you more impressive.

She is a non talkative demon, strictly speaking, very silent, with slight communication barriers. That is, in the face of him, will work hard to say two more words.

She has known him these two days and talked to him more than she has been in the mountains for ten years.

As the assistant of the emperor, how can he be a Muggle.

She's practicing, overcoming obstacles.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the rabbit coming. Although he was only a foot long, he was more flexible than others. Now he was standing up, and his hind feet were walking like human beings. He had a dish in his two forepaws and a dish on his head. He came over and put three hot dishes on the table.

A plate of rabbit meat with green mushrooms, a plate of braised Penaeus genggiensis, and a plate of steamed guiwan.

Incense!

The fragrance of drilling brain!

Mo Yan immediately attracted, he is not good appetite, has been able to eat on the line. But in front of me, these dishes sell better than those used in Zhujun restaurant before.

"Try it."

Ziqianmo had already asked his servants to clear the leftovers of the rabbit feast on the table and let Mo Yan sit down to eat.

Mo Yan took a GUI pill and chewed it in his mouth. His face changed slightly.

yummy.

How could there be such delicacy in the world? I'm afraid it's a delicacy of the immortal family, but that's all.

I was not hungry, but I had an appetite.

He has a wide range of knowledge. His industry also includes restaurants and restaurants, and even includes several famous lingchefs in Beilan. However, compared with the three dishes in front of him, those lingchefs seem to be completely worthless.

"Is it the spirit chef?"

Mo Yan asked while eating vegetables.

On the other hand, bunny went to the kitchen again and brought a bowl of rice and purple bamboo shoots soup.

"It can be said."

Ziqianmo thought a little and gave a positive answer.

The top chef of the demon clan, which means the spirit chef in the Terran.

Mo Yan took a sip of the soup, and his tongue was conquered again. The simple soup completely boiled out the taste of purple bamboo shoots, and was full of aura. It was really the best.

"Rabbit demon?" He asked.

Ordinary rabbit, where can cook.

I can walk in such a high-end posture.

Before ziqianmo's reply, Mo Yan denied, "no, it has no evil spirit."

It has been a long time since the demon clan and the demon repair made trouble in the world.

Every warrior in the world takes killing demons and eliminating evil as his duty. The more evil he is, the more evil he is. But this can only cook rabbit, the body smell is very clean, the slightest bit of blood gas does not exist.

Ziqianmo didn't speak.

In fact, she was very nervous. She always paid attention to Mo Yan's every move, even her facial micro expression.

There are few people in Beilan country who don't hate demons.

What she cared about was what he thought of the demon.

After all, she is also a demon! Or the king of all demons!

If Mo Yan also hates demons, she will have to be careful to cover her vest when she gets along with him in the future.

Of course, if he doesn't hate demons, it's better

"If not, keep it." Mo Yan finished the soup and ate a bowl of rice. He solved more than half of the problem. He could not eat any more, so he put down his chopsticks.

Ziqianmo long eyelashes slightly down, pale pupil reflecting the light.

This sentence has another meaning.

If it's a demon, it's abandoned.