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"Why?

You seem to know the male angel just now, and you even planned to let him go at first?"

Half leaning against the car door, Angel Yan held his chin and stared at the tilapia with interest and asked curiously.

Tilapia: "..."

"If you don't speak, do you feel guilty as a thief?

Or is there some ulterior motive?" Not getting an answer, Angel Yan refused to give up and continued to ask.

silence.

The car was speeding, Angel Yan's little mouth was babbling and beeping, and he never tired of it.

At night, looking at the car seat where Tilapia lay flat, Angel Yan finally closed his little mouth that had been beeping all afternoon.

The night was dark, there was no one around, a man and a woman were alone on a bed, the woman was seriously injured, and the man was strong and strong, with amazing fighting ability.

Due to various conditions, Queen Yan's heart suddenly started to murmur.

Woman: "You don't want to have dinner?"

Man: “I won’t eat anymore.

Essentially, I no longer need food to replenish energy.

The reason for eating is purely to preserve human habits."

Woman: "This is a good habit, I think we should continue to do it."

Man: "No, I don't want to eat tonight, I want to eat something else." Staring at the woman, the man said very seriously.

Woman: "Asshole, I'm Ah Zhui's best friend, and I'm still injured."

Man: "Don't worry, I will try to be gentle."

Woman: "Asshole, aren't you afraid that I will tell Ah Zhui and let her chop you?"

Man: "You can die under the peonies, and you can be a ghost even if you die."

If you get the new Angel King, it won’t be a loss even if you die.”

His expression gradually became wretched, and he took steps to force the woman to the only bedside and stretched out his claws.

…Two hours…

Woman: “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancyful!!! Tilapia, you bastard.

Wait, if you don't kill me today, when I recover, I will cut you into pieces, chop you into pieces and feed them to the dogs." A few pieces were thrown aside, the woman hugged her knees with her hands, her knees were slightly blue, her eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse.

, staring at the smoking man bitterly.

Looking at the spread out car seats, a big drama gradually took shape in Queen Yan's mind, and she even imagined her own ending.

Wait for the tilapia to turn back, then subconsciously retreat and keep distance.

"You're crazy." Looking at Angel Yan who was staring at him warily, Tilapia curled his lips with a look of disgust.

With a wave of his arm, a spring bed appeared next to the off-road vehicle.

"I'll sleep in the car tonight, and you'll sleep on the spring bed.

We agreed, you have thick legs and are not my cup of tea, so don’t try to influence me."

"Damn those legs are thick, I'm just plump, not thick, you bastard."

Ignoring the dark-faced Queen Yan, Tilapia finished speaking and disappeared.

"Kesha is gone. What's so great about angels? We're not afraid." I thought happily. Within a few minutes, Luo had returned from hunting.

Tibetan antelope, a first-level protected animal, is an excellent ingredient for roasting whole sheep.

Because of the large amount of exercise, the muscles are chewy and much more delicious than artificially raised goats.

He is skilled in killing sheep, removing their internal organs, marinating them with seasonings, grilling them, and making barbecue sauce. He is so skilled in making people feel sorry for the wild animals.

Sitting on the spring bed and looking at the busy big man, Angel Yan doubted himself again: "That's it...? Ambitious?

Ambitious to be a cook?"

Another click, Angel Yan felt that his analysis of tilapia was wrong again.

"I have blown the evening breeze you blew, and felt the heartache you once felt. I looked at the sky in the lonely night, and my tears were uncontrollable..."

Humming a song in his mouth, Tilapia leisurely prepared dinner for himself.

His singing skills were not professional, but they were natural and engaging. Matched with the scene, Angel Yan was immersed in it for a while.

She had heard this song before. When Ah Zhui returned to Tiancheng, she would sit by the window and hum softly from time to time.

Coupled with the Tilapia profession, Yan knew very well that the song must have a special meaning to the two of them.

The singing stopped, and Queen Yan looked at Tilapia with softer and satisfied eyes.

Even the fact that this guy was angry with him since last night can be ignored at this time.

That look is like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. The more she looks at her, the more she likes him, and the more she looks at him, the more satisfied she becomes.

Little did he know that when he looked back once in a while, Tilapia was so frightened by her eyes that he almost went to heaven.

"Nima, your eyes are so scary, even my mother has looked at me like this."

A thin layer of sweat breaks out on the forehead, and the mood for singing is gone.

Don't blame Tilapia for being timid, no one wants to have multiple mother-like women for no reason.

"I treat you as a friend, but if you want to be my mother, that's too much."

Inwardly complaining, I turned the mutton and a layer of fat soon appeared.

The color is golden, the sound is sizzling, and the fragrance is overflowing, making people subconsciously roll their throats and swallow their saliva.

"Beer and barbecue, I wouldn't exchange it for a god on this little day."

As I muttered some musings, a bottle of beer appeared.

Chill it, open the lid, drink it, all in one go.

He looked at the tilapia seriously for a while, then forgot about it. He ate and drank happily alone, which made Angel Yan couldn't help but feel happy.

A thought arose in my mind, "Young men with sex are much happier. The Earth Network will not deceive me."

A knife suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. It was the silver dagger that had penetrated his head during the day.

After roasting it over the fire, he cut off a layer of cooked mutton without hesitation.

Charred on the outside and tender on the inside, just looking at it will whet your appetite.

A handprint was formed with one hand, wood shot out from the palm, growing wildly, and a wooden table and wooden chairs appeared on the side of the barbecue grill.

On the wooden table, even chopsticks and plates appeared.

Cut off the roasted meat and throw it into the plate, and add some chive sauce. The tilapia is a delight to eat.

While he was enjoying his meal, footsteps came closer and closer. Angel Yan, who was wearing Xu Weixiong slippers, sat down on the chair next to him.

No invitation is needed, just pick up the dagger and cut the mutton.

The outstretched hand paused and he looked at the dagger in his hand. Angel Yan, who was originally unconcerned, suddenly widened his eyes and said in surprise: "An Suyin, how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible.

The other party is the mistress of your Tianji King Hexi, so it is normal to leave behind a dark silver weapon."

As if he could sense Angel Yan staring at him and asking questions, Tilapia didn't even raise his head, and explained while feasting.

At present, the other party has not fully inherited the information left by Kesha, and many things are still only left-wing.

You may know something, but the details of the individual are very vague.

In the City of Angels, reading information requires level authority. Yan Yan was only a holy left winger, and he was not enough to know everything.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Of course, if Kesha, as a teacher, dictates, that is another matter.

However, Kesha will not tell Angel Yan about Hexi and Sumari.

Just like Angel Zhixin knew about Su Mary but not about Hua Ye, Hexi also wouldn't tell his students about Hua Ye and Kesha.

This is the bottom line. If both sides tell their students about each other's dark history, they are not friends or comrades, but plastic sisters.

His expression changed from shocked to serious, Angel Yan stared at Tilapia, and said angrily: "It's just a joke, don't make fun of King Tianji." The dagger was nailed to the table, Angel Yan said solemnly: "Or,

What you said is true.

But I’m very curious, how do you know something that even Chai doesn’t know?”

"Can I see the future and know something weird?"

Looking up and grinning, Tilapia asked back.

One sentence immediately blocked all Angel Yan's questions.
To be continued...