Chapter 1207

"The eighth prince, right? I didn't care about you before. I forgive you for what you said before." Qin Chuan said faintly.

Although the eighth Prince is uncomfortable now, he feels a little better when he hears Qin Chuan's words. Now he is much more polite. This identity is still very important. After all, he is the eighth Prince of the northern snow country. Anyone in the southern Empire should be polite when he sees himself.

"Chen'er is my woman. Don't make an idea about her. Stay away from her in the future. Although I know my woman doesn't look at you, I don't want anyone to have an idea about her. If I know you make an idea about my woman, I'll kill you." Qin Chuan continued.

The plain tone sounds a little strange, a little 250

The eighth prince thought Qin Chuan had changed and would even take the initiative to leave fan Qingchen, but as soon as he said this, he felt that his hair was about to explode.

His body trembled slightly, and he looked at fan Qingchen.

The man said she was his woman. He found that fan Qingchen didn't refute. This made him more and more angry. This woman is his. No one wants to take it away. Whoever dares to rob him will die, no matter who it is.

"Well, you're fine. You don't know how to live or die." the eighth prince said coldly, looked at Qin Chuan ruthlessly and left directly.

Qin Chuan didn't seem to see it.

"Be careful of the eighth prince. He will deal with you in the secret territory of Foshan." fan Qingchen said.

"He's not my opponent. It's easy to kill him." Qin Chuan smiled.

"Be careful!"

"Baby is right. Be careful," Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"Disgusting!"

"Husband, that's a miracle doctor. If you're sick, let me feel my pulse with my many years of medical experience." Qin Chuan originally held fan Qingchen's hand and directly put two fingers on fan Qingchen's wrist.

His eyes lit up.

Fan Qingchen looked at him puzzled.

"Congratulations, madam. Congratulations, madam. This is a happy pulse. Madam is happy." Qin Chuan said with a smile.

"You are a big asshole..."

The eighth Prince looked at Qin Chuan and fan Qingchen's intimate appearance in the distance, and the fire in his heart was very prosperous.

Suddenly he hated this woman a little. In the past, this woman was high above the world and never pretended to be any man. At that time, he felt very good. This was the goddess in his mind.

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In the evening, everyone lives and bakes, just like a bonfire party.

Qin Chuan, fan Qingchen and Zu Hao gathered together.

Zu Hao was also shocked by fan Qingchen. You thumbed up to Qin Chuan: "I completely convinced you."

Qin Chuan smiled and didn't speak. He was naturally satisfied. Sometimes only in this way can men be the greatest satisfaction.

Qinchuan's craftsmanship is naturally unknown. Many people in Nantian Empire know it, and so does fan Qingchen.

This time, Qinchuan directly tested a big mountain pig and roasted a hare.

Soon the fragrance came out. It was really tempting. Zu Hao and others naturally knew that Qinchuan would roast a whole one and would certainly let them eat it.

Drooling one by one.

Qinchuan gets some natural spices and herbs.

This roast made many people around not calm. The smell passed from Qinchuan made them all in no mood to bake.

With this taste, they have conquered them.

Food is the most important thing for the people. Even the martial arts and semi saints can't live without eating and drinking. Eating is the most fundamental enjoyment of life and the enjoyment of survival, which is the enjoyment of physical instinct.

Soon it was ripe. Qin Chuan smiled at fan Qingchen and said, "eat that?"

"Whatever!"

Qin Chuan directly picked up the hare, tore it off and gave it to her back.

After Qin Chuan spoke, the others immediately divided up the mountain pig.

Holding a large piece one by one, they ate meat and drank wine. The comfortable expression came out of their mouth one by one.

Others around looked at it with envy.

The refreshing fragrance constantly impacted their taste buds.

The eighth Prince's face was ugly. Looking at fan Qingchen holding a rabbit leg, he ate happily.

I'm angry and can't eat.

The eighth Prince looked at Qin Chuan with envy. He despised the cook before. No matter how powerful the cook is, he can practice his cooking to this level. It's amazing and legendary.

However, a cook is a cook after all. You are so strong in cooking and can't improve your accomplishments. The secret place of Foshan is your burial place.

The eighth Prince stared at Qin Chuan with cold eyes.

Qin Chuan looked up at him, laughing, sneering, disdaining and sneering.

This made the eighth Prince's blood surge. He wanted to go directly to kill Qin Chuan, but he looked at fan Qingchen and resisted the thought that he thought it was very attractive.

"Shuangshuang, Mr. Qin's craft is only available in heaven. We are really satisfied."

"Yes, it's a great blessing to know Mr. Qin."

"I'm an old man. If you're not afraid of jokes, I've been eating such a meal for most of my life. I'm a little dead without regret."

"You're welcome, old man. I'll treat you to a meal when I get back to the southern empire." Qin Chuan smiled.

"Good!" one cheered.

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