Qin Zongfeng's eyes paused slightly, turned his eyes sideways, and ran into the handsome face of the boy who seemed to be smiling.

The boy's slender and slender fingers easily hooked the handle of the kettle, and his thin red lips raised up, "I want to drink water too, Major General Qin doesn't mind me pouring it first, right?"

Without waiting for Qin Zong to answer, Yan Tao moved the kettle away, poured a glass of water for himself, and then put it in front of Wuchen on his right hand.

The Q-version Xiaoqi sat cross-legged in the void, holding his hands in his chest, simulating the owner's mood at this moment, as angry as a little hamster: "Hmph, I won't give you a drink!"

Qin Zongfeng's eyes condensed, and he didn't say anything. He slowly drank the last sip of water in the glass and remained silent.

The private room was filled with a strange atmosphere, and everyone sat facing the food like a statue, never moving their chopsticks.

Kassandra: "In order to entertain you, I specially ordered the chef to cook Chinese cuisine, so everyone can taste it."

As she said that, she slowly turned the round dining table, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Yan, and this master, please."

In the half hour after they all came down, everyone witnessed a tragedy without seeing the shadow of swords.

Every time the lonely, cold and cold Major General Qin moved his chopsticks, the boy next to him would turn his head and look at him with affectionate eyes.

No, that kind of look should be said to be staring at it.

It seemed that he was very disliked by Major General Qin, but he was handsome and handsome, with a bright smile on his face, and no one could say anything condemned.

The young man's slender fingers supported his chin, and his peach blossom eyes were romantic and unrestrained. "The dishes picked by Major General Qin look delicious. Can you give me a try?"

The tone of voice is light.

It's just that tone, not request, not seeking opinions, but orders.

Everyone at the Superpower Base had also heard of Qin Zong.

The cold-faced King of Hell is cruel and ruthless.

I don’t know how many people want to plot against him and make up his mind.

Until now, all of those people have become dead souls under the sword, but Qin Zong is still living well.

The scathing scoundrels thought: This young man is so frivolous and arrogant, even the King of Hell dares to provoke him.

There are few who have survived this through ancient times.

Tsk.

Look, these Chinese people are bound to have internal conflicts.

These are the fine traditions they have passed down over thousands of years, so they are just waiting to watch the show.

Master Qin's expression was as cold as the snow and ice for thousands of years, and his eyebrows were as if he had been carved by a knife and an axe, and his eyes were turned coldly.

A group of psychics: Wow! Fight quickly!

I really want to know what the effect of fighting with this young man is.

The ancient warriors opened their eyes wide and suddenly remembered the gangster tragedy on the plane, silently covering their hearts: Forget it, love is so bitter, and I can’t even eat, so I’d better be lonely.

Qin Zongshen's eyes fell on the young man's smiling handsome face, and his wrist moved slightly.

Supernatural: It's going to fight!

Qin Zong slowly reached out his hand and put the picked dishes into the boy's bowl.

Young Master Yan instantly smiled and ate it with a light and joyful movement, looking smug and treacherous, "Thank you."

The supernatural being was confused: Why didn’t the fight start?!

Didn’t it mean that the King of Hell turned against each other faster than turning a book?!

Even the food has been taken away. Don’t you think it is a trampling on dignity?!
Chapter completed!