"Don't blame me for being mute. She is a martial arts madman. Ever since she came into contact with kendo, she has been a sword madman. Don't be like her."
"People from our small place don't know etiquette. You brothers and sisters just don't have the same experience as me." Feng Xingying said, put Nangong Yuzhu aside, took the bowl and entered his rest tent.
There are no houses here. Everyone brings their own tent, which is their own room and a place of privacy. No one can break in without permission.
Nangong Yuzhu was so embarrassed that he could only join in the fun with Feng Feifei and the others, and try Feng Xingying's cooking skills by the way. Seeing those people who came out of the cursed land, they all asked for a second meal after eating one bowl. Bowl, this means that Xiaoya's cooking skills should be very good.
Nangong Yuzhu couldn't help but pick up the soup that was no longer hot and drank it in one gulp.
"vomit!"
Nangong Yuzhu couldn't stand the strange smell in the soup, so she turned around and vomited. How could there be something so unpalatable!
Thanks to these barbarians, they were still eating happily. Didn't they find that there was an unspeakable odor in the soup
It smells quite fragrant, but when the taste of the soup enters your mouth, it's like taking a sip of rancid water, making your whole body uncomfortable.
Nangong Yuzhu couldn't stand the gazes of the people around him, suppressed his nausea, and ran away in despair.
It was his sister Nangong Yuxiu who had been waiting for him, carefully rubbing his back. After walking out of the Huayu team, Nangong Yuzhu found another place and vomited for a long time.
"These barbarians have never tasted delicious food!"
When he returned to the tent, Nangong Yuzhu was still complaining angrily. His vomiting action today had almost offended everyone in Huayu, and he would be embarrassed to chat with them next time.
Nangong Yuxiu was on the side, like a little wife, preparing a change of clothes for Nangong Yuzhu, and getting him a glass of juice to clear his throat.
Nangong Yuzhu didn't shy away from it, so he took off his coat in front of Nangong Yuxiu, and then asked Nangong Yuxiu to help him put on clean clothes, then sat by the bed and sighed:
"Xiu'er, your cooking skills are better. Show your skills tomorrow and invite them all over."
"Brother. Are you really still obsessed with that little mute? She just looks a bit similar, she is not." Nangong Yuxiu's voice was full of grievance and forbearing hatred.
Nangong Yuzhu stretched out his long arms, pulled the resentful woman into his arms, and sealed her words.
The air was filled with an indescribable heat wave.
The sky outside the tent is as clear as a wash, but inside the tent there are wind and clouds, violent wind and rain, and the rage is beating and the heart is broken.
After the storm and flowers faded away, Nangong Yuxiu lay shyly and weakly on Nangong Yuzhu's chest and said softly:
"We are not brothers and sisters, we are just from the same clan, and our bloodline has faded. Even if we are really together, my father will agree."
"Xiu'er, don't worry." Nangong Yuzhu hugged her tighter: "You are the woman who will accompany me for the rest of my life, that little mute, I am just playing around."
She has good qualifications. When the time comes, let her try the holy land of our Tai Chi Palace.
Just be patient for a while, and when Wan takes us into the Holy Land, I will kill her with my own hands to vent your anger, okay? I will come without saying a word. "
"You're so bad, um... slow down..." Nangong Yuxiu's eyes became more and more blurred, falling into the whirlpool of love.
But the hatred in Nangong Yuzhu's eyes was even stronger, with a kind of crazy and merciless destruction.
This woman is so mean. Every time he wants to penetrate her to vent his anger, she thinks he loves him to death, which makes her feel so good.