The Sealer of the Sword

(PS: The map building should be updated tomorrow... It should be said that it should have been updated long ago...)

Presumably no one can, it would be fine if he was not scared to death and then kicked him to death.

So considering that Qiongmei was already weak, Yan Ye decided to wait here honestly.

Well--

Although there is also a part of the reason for Gui Yanye.

After that, Yan Ye rolled on the floor. Because he didn't know whether it was spring in the countryside, the temperature had already risen. Compared with the feeling of entering a bathroom in the city, Yan Ye felt The thick, thick clothes that he was wearing, wrapped like a penguin, had already been taken off and thrown aside.

Because those clothes are similar to the limited props in the game, so they will not be dirty or have other things, so even if they are thrown there, they will be clean, and even if they are contaminated with dust, they will be thrown back into the package. Go to the side and it will be fine.

30 So Yan Ye didn't care, just rolling on the tatami like that—

Squeak.

With the sound like a wooden door being pushed open, when it sounded in Yan Ye's ear, Yan Ye stopped rolling and turned to look at the door.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Just because Gui Yanye also changed his clothes, his long black hair was tied into a single ponytail at the back of his head, just like Gui Yanye dressed as a housewife with an apron on her body, just holding a few in her hands. Pan Xiaocai, standing at the door of the room looking at him helplessly.

However, Gui Yanye didn't say much, just like that, he stepped out of his feet wearing black silk above the knees, walked into the house, and then put a few plates of side dishes in his hand on the table, then turned his head to face Yan Ye, revealing a light expression. With a shallow smile, he opened his mouth and said, "Brother, after eating, you must be very tired after a long journey, right? Although it's just a rough meal, it's still a little early for lunch after Li Qionglai, so if my brother is exhausted, it won't work. ."

It's like a wife's dress, it's like a wife's tenderness, it's like - it's like it's not going on anymore.

Look at the crystal clear side dish, look at the unknown black substance that can be seen with the naked eye, and look at the sound like corrosive liquid from time to time - ah, this is to see not reach.

Anyone who sees this picture of Gui Yanye, anyone who sees Gui Yanye who speaks such thoughtful words, can't help but sigh - ah, what a good child.

If you can ignore the side dish that is completely comparable to her smiling beauty, you definitely don't want to go to the bottom of what it is.

If Yan Ye didn't know that Gui Yanye has the "dark cooking" talent skill that is completely opposite to his "cooking MAX", Yan Ye would probably be wondering, is this girl Gui Yanye going to get her? Heaven or something.

Yan Ye put on an unrequited expression like that. After pursing his mouth, he smiled at Gui Yanye and picked up his chopsticks, ready to pick up a small dish to try.

As a result, the moment his chopsticks just touched the surface of the side dish, there was a popping sound.

With Yan Ye's confused expression on his face, when he picked up the chopsticks again, he found that there was a length missing.

my mother...

After he couldn't help but feel this way in his heart, Yan Ye raised his head and looked towards Gui Yanye.

It turned out that Gui Yanye didn't seem to notice half of it at all, and looked at Yanye expectantly, as if he wanted to see Yanye showing a happy expression after eating her own cooking.

Yes, I am indeed happy to die now.

But on one side is Gui Yanye's expectant expression, and on the other side is dark cooking with unknown black substance.

After weighing it for a while, Yan Ye grabbed the side dish with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. After chewing it, he swallowed it.

what……

Yan Ye let out a sigh of unrequited love in his heart.

How to describe this taste?

It is a kind of extremely complex that cannot be described in any language. It is so rich that you can taste any flavor. Before you have time to taste it, the sense of taste is instantly lost. It is a nuclear explosion-like impact, from The tip of your tongue hits your entire body, then echoes back into your brain and explodes in an instant.

To sum up in one sentence -

Ordinary people, it is estimated that they have farted now.

At that moment, Yan Ye achieved the state of how the so-called three-no-facial paralysis was made.

I saw him looking up at Gui Yanye like that, showing the brightest smile so far, and giving Gui Yanye a thumbs up: "Delicious! I didn't expect your cooking skills, Gui, to be so good, oh This is simply a delicacy that even gods can't eat!"

Yan Ye's compliment without any hesitation made Gui Yanye's cheeks flush with blush when he was overjoyed.

Then, when Yanye ate the small dish again and again, and continued to praise Gui Yanye's cooking, Gui Yanye blushed.

As if to avoid fainting out of shyness, Gui Yanye blushed and turned his head to look around. After seeing the clothes that Yan Ye had thrown on the ground, he stood up and walked over, removing the clothes one by one. After picking it up in his hands and holding it in his arms, he said to Yan Ye, "Really, my brother is always like this."

After saying this, Gui Yanye, who had all the clothes in his arms, smiled and bowed his head at Yan Ye, "Then brother eat slowly, I'm going to wash the clothes."

If it were normal, Yan Ye would definitely first praise the character of Gui Yanye's good wife and mother, and then say that those clothes are clean and do not need to be washed.

But now he just maintains that smile, smiling and nodding towards Gui Yanye while eating.

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Then, with the helpless expression on Gui Yanye's face, when she walked out of the room like that, and at the same time closed the door, the moment the door hit the door frame and made a soft sound——

slap.

Yan Ye just hit the floor with one head, and the whole person was lying on the tatami in a heroic sacrifice - out of breath.

Well, that's bullshit.

But now Yan Ye just wants to lie down on the tatami and doesn't want to move at all, this is true.

He didn't want to think about it at all, what the taste of that side dish was, because his head was no longer his.

"Help... whoever... is fine... come and help me call 120... quick..."

After a while alone on the tatami, Yan Ye finally sat up.