"Don't blame Xiaoya, she is just a martial arts madman. Since she came into contact with kendo, she has been a sword madman. Don't be as knowledgeable as her."

"People from our small place don't know etiquette. Just don't be as good as me." Feng Xingying said, hung Nangong Yuzhu aside, brought the bowl and entered his rest tent.

There are no houses here, and everyone brings their own tents, which is their own room and place. If there is no permission, no one will be embarrassed to break in.

Nangong Yuzhu was embarrassed and could only ask Feng Feifei and the others to join in the fun, and try Feng Xingying's cooking skills. Seeing that those people who came out of the Curse Land had eaten one bowl and asked for a second bowl, this means that Xiao Mu's cooking skills should be very good.

Nangong Yuzhu couldn't help but pick up the soup that was no longer hot and poured it into one bite.

"vomit!"

Nangong Yuzhu couldn't stand the strange smell in the soup, so he turned around and vomited. How could there be such a bad thing!

Fortunately, these barbarians were happy to eat. Didn’t they notice the indescribable smell in this soup?

It smells quite fragrant, but when the taste of the soup comes into my mouth, it feels like I take a sip of rotten water, and I feel uncomfortable all over.

Nangong Yuzhu couldn't stand the onlookers' gazes around him, so he endured his disgust and ran away in shame.

It was his sister Nangong Yuxiu who had been waiting for him and rubbed his back carefully. When he walked out of the Huayu team, Nangong Yuzhu found another place and vomited for a long time.

"These savages have never tasted delicious!"

When he returned to the tent, Nangong Yuzhu was still complaining angrily that his vomiting action today was almost offended by Hua Yu's people, and he would be embarrassed to chat with them next time.

Nangong Yuxiu was standing aside, like his little wife, preparing the clothes for Nangong Yuzhu to change, and then helped him clean his throat with a glass of juice.

Nangong Yuzhu didn't shy away, so he took off his coat in front of Nangong Yuxiu, and asked Nangong Yuxiu to help him put clean clothes on his body, and then sat by the bed and sighed:

"Xiu'er, you're better at cooking. 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 filled with grievance and forbearance.

Nangong Yuzhu stretched out his long arm and pulled the resentful woman into his arms, sealing his words with his mouth.

The air was covered with an indescribable wave of heat.

The sky outside the tent is clear, the wind blows away the clouds inside the tent, the wind blows violently, and the angrily blows the heart.

After the wind and rain, Nangong Yuxiu lay shyly on Nangong Yuzhu's chest and said softly:

"We are not brothers and sisters, we are just 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'm just having fun.

She has good qualifications, so she can try the holy land of our Tai Chi Palace when she is going to use her.

You can bear it for a while, and when Wanshe takes us into the holy land, I will kill her with my own hands to vent your anger. OK? I will come without saying a word."

"You are dead, um... slow down..." Nangong Yuxiu's eyes became more and more confused, and she fell into the whirlpool of love.

However, Nangong Yuzhu's eyes were even more hatred, with a kind of crazy, unpleasant destruction.

This woman is so mean. Every time he wishes to penetrate her and vent her anger, she thinks he loves him to death and feels so happy.
Chapter completed!