Chapter 1135

Qin Zong's Fengmu paused slightly, turned his eyes and bumped into the handsome face of the young man.

The young man's slender fingers easily hooked the handle of the kettle, and his red thin lips tilted up, "I also want to drink water. Major general Qin doesn't mind if I pour it first?"

Before Qin Zong could answer, Yan Tao took the kettle away, poured himself a glass of water, and put it in front of clean dust on his right hand.

The Q version of Xiao Qi sits in the void, holding his chest with both hands, simulating the mood of his master at the moment, and is angry like a little hamster: "hum, I won't give you a drink!"

Qin Zong's Phoenix eyes coagulated, didn't speak, slowly drank the last saliva in the glass and remained silent.

There was a strange atmosphere in the box. People sat facing the food like statues and never moved their chopsticks.

Cassandra: "in order to entertain you, I specially ordered the chef to cook Chinese food. You can taste it more."

Then she slowly turned the round table, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Yan, and the master, please."

In the half-hour when they all came down, they witnessed a tragic case without a sword.

Every time the lonely and cold major general Qin moved his chopsticks, the teenagers on the side would turn their heads and look at him with affectionate eyes.

No, that look, it should be said to be staring.

It seems that major general Qin is very dissatisfied with him. Most of the young students are handsome and have a bright smile. No one can say words of condemnation.

The young man's slender white fingers supported his chin, and his peach blossom eyes were wanton. "The dishes held by major general Qin look delicious. Can you give me a taste?"

The tone is light.

It was just that tone, not a request, not a consultation, but an order.

The people in the power base have also heard of Qin Zong.

The cold faced king of hell is cruel and ruthless.

I don't know how many people want to calculate him and make his mind.

Up to now, those people have become the ghosts of the sword, but Qin Zong still lives well.

All the powers gloated and thought: this young man is so arrogant that even the king of hell dares to provoke him.

Few people who have done this have survived through the ages.

Tut.

Look, these Chinese people are bound to fight among themselves.

This is a fine tradition handed down by them for thousands of years. They just wait to see a good play.

Lord Qin looked as cold as ice and snow for thousands of years. The eyebrow bones were as if they had been carved with a knife and axe. He turned his eyes coldly.

A group of powers: Wow! Fight, fight!

I really want to know the effect of the fight between the king of hell and the boy.

The ancient warriors opened their eyes, suddenly remembered the ginger eating tragedy on the plane, and silently covered their hearts: forget it, it's so hard to fall in love, and I don't have to eat. I'd better pay attention to Gu Sheng.

Qin Zong's deep eyes fell on the handsome face of the young man, and his wrists moved.

Power: it's going to fight, it's going to fight!

Qin Zong slowly stretched out his hand and put the picked dishes into the juvenile dishes.

Young master Yan burst into a big smile and ate it briskly and happily. He looked like a contented and treacherous man, "thank you very much."

The power man was stunned: why didn't he fight?!

Doesn't it mean that the king of hell turns his face faster than the book?!

Even the food was taken away. Don't you think it's a trample on dignity?!

Cassandra's eyes are also slightly narrowed. A pair of beautiful eyes flow between the same excellent two people, and the light at the bottom of her eyes is dim.