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Di Jiye silently looked at Yuan Feiyu from the side. Hmm, her figure seemed to be even better than before, the soft ball on her chest was even larger and fuller, but her waist seemed to be even more delicate than before, probably because of the effect of the top quality Golden Sacred Cloak. His eyes looked towards Yuan Feiyu who had a pair of fat legs, and her flesh was extremely firm. He also tightened his grip on Tailed Sovereign.

Yuan Feiyu did not notice Di Jiye's vulgar attitude at all, but she had been the most focused during the taste test. Her rosy lips gently pursed, and her curved eyes lit up, and her fair and white face revealed a smile, making her look extremely likeable. She scooped a bowl for Di Jiye and also filled one for herself, hmm, the moment she woke up and drank a bowl of this kind of extremely good broth, she was truly blessed.

After drinking two bowls, Yuan Feiyu indicated that his stomach was full. Di Jiye touched it with his own hands, feeling worried and satisfied. He lowered his head and continued to eat. Seeing that the soup in the pot was becoming less and less, Yuan Feiyu became conflicted and said, "About that, should I leave some for my son's wife? That, and the friend that left it for you. "

Di Jiye lowered his head and ignored her.

The original Flying Fish's heart was filled with ten thousand blades of grass … but the God Beast was running away. Fuck, Bian Xiaobao is your son, yet you don't even give him a mouthful of soup, is there even a father like you? "When you were still a mixed blood demon, you really did look like a foster father. Now that your body has become that of a beast, your heart has become that of a beast as well.

Seeing the soup decrease, Yuan Feiyu couldn't take it anymore and begged again.

"About that, leave some for him."

Di Jiye rolled his eyes at her, his cold eyes like a male protecting his meat. Whoever dared to have any thoughts of eating his meat, they should prepare to die.

Yuan Feiyu was resentful and resentful, he was really too petty!

Di Jiye ate and drank to his heart's content, he packed his things and carried Yuan Feiyu back.

Qiu Xiaobao and the other two were still sticking their heads out of the door, the golden wingman was depressed. Why is it that Di Jiye is so smart, has such a good partner, has such a good son, and has such a good talent in cultivation, assimilating everything so smoothly. He can even make soup? He actually made the soup without giving himself a single drop. Woo woo … * Too much. However, although he was clearly taller than Di Jiye, he was suppressed by Di Jiye's aura until he didn't dare to retaliate. This annoyed Ti Ming to death.

When Di Jiye was a Fourth Prince, he could only be a friend, but as a golden wingman, Di Jiye was a would-be chief, his boss, the person he had to protect with his life, he had no choice but to listen. "Ying, ying, ying …"

"I really want to eat it, Su …"

"Su …"

"Su …"

The three gluttons took a deep breath.

Di Jiye carried Yuan Feiyu as if he did not see the three of them, and directly went back to his own room. He extended his hand and naturally created a barrier over his house, so as to prevent people from causing trouble when they were in a critical situation.

When Yuan Feiyu was thrown into the bird's nest, he was still confused: "I just woke up, I'm very energetic, and don't want to sleep."

When he saw that Di Jiye's golden eyes had lit up, he said guiltily: "Look, Qiu Xiaobao still hasn't eaten, I'll cook some soup for him, okay?"

Di Jiye lowered his body and lay on top of her.