So, Her Majesty the Queen waved her slender hand and a table of hot pot suddenly appeared on the ground, with dishes on the table.

The heroic inviting the psychics to eat together.

The psychics naturally thanked her and thanked her again and again, so they almost didn't regard her as a goddess.

"Cool."

"I feel like I haven't eaten such a delicious thing in a hundred years."

"Thank you Miss Ni, I owe you a favor this time. If we can go out of this city alive, if we are sent in the future, we will definitely accept it."

"Me too."

"And I."

Perhaps thinking that it was the last supper, these people were eating heroically, and while they were in full swing, they were grateful for the brilliance that would allow them to eat a steaming and delicious meal before they fought hard.

Fenghua rinsed the mutton and replied: "It's easy to say."

...

Bitch!

An Ying bit her lower lip tightly, her beautiful eyes hiding resentment.

He actually bought these arrogant and arrogant psychics with a hot pot.

She has the Doomsday System in hand, so what do you want to eat? It’s no problem to just hot pot.

An Ying had not had secretly eaten with Xin Chi and the others on her back, but she had never thought of taking out the things to share with everyone. Now she was watching Fenghua win people's hearts and her intestines were ruined.

However, she has lost the opportunity.

Even if you come up with a French meal better than hot pot with 1982 Rafi wine, these abilities may not be very grateful.

Even Xin Chi and the others would have doubts about her.

An Ying had to sit alone in the corner, chewing biscuits silently.

No one invited her.

Of course, she also has a very "backbone" and would rather die than eat food from pity.

Not long ago, An Ying was showing off her proudly for a bite of biscuits.

Now, while everyone was eating hot pot, she sat alone in the corner and gnawed biscuits.

What a irony.

"It smells so good~" The man in white who passed by the skyscraper suddenly wafted a spicy and delicious butter fragrance suddenly floated from the tip of his nose. His figure paused and stopped.

"This smell is very similar to the food made by the little girl I met on the road more than ten days ago..."

It’s really nostalgic to remember that smell.

"Meeting is fate. In the vast sea of ​​people, I can meet the little girl again, which is really destined by God. God is so will, how can I disobey it? It is better to say hello."

The man in white murmured to himself, then touched his stomach, "It's time for dinner, and I'm a little hungry. I think the little girl should invite me to have a meal. Will I agree or refuse? If I agree, it means that I owe another cause and effect... it's really distressing."

The man in white said, with a fairy-like spirit as if he was shrouded in something, without a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his steps and floated up to the skyscraper.

It's really "floating".

It's very fast, and the feet don't touch the ground.

Soon, the man in white followed the aroma of spicy butter hot pot and came to a certain floor of the skyscraper.

He closed his eyes, took a breath, then opened it, and said, "It's the smell."

Xin Chi turned his head alertly, and a pair of chopsticks in his hand flew out, "Who is it——"

Take action, no regrets, and you will definitely kill.

However, the silver chopsticks were just one foot away from the white man and were blocked outside.

No more close to the identity.
Chapter completed!