Chapter 643: School bully, you are so cold (45)
so……
His Highness should have raised her, but when she was very young and not yet sensible.
But no matter what, His Highness is like an elder.
The most outstanding **** in the realm of the gods, born with a godhead, with outstanding abilities.
Or the future Lord God, facing His Highness, Feng Qian could not be nervous.
What's more, she is still very guilty in front of His Highness. After all, every plane has developed such a relationship with His Highness's fragments, and this plane has just been established for a long time.
Feng Qian can't guarantee that His Highness has no memory of the small plane now.
But just judging from His Highness's expression, it was flat and indifferent, with the inherent indifference in the quiet, and no other emotions could be seen.
Your Highness will always feel this way.
No one could see what Mu Yan was thinking, and his existence, without his own signal of indifference and alienation, could already make the rest of the people dread and even dare not look at this young man.
Feng Qian was entangled in his heart for a while, and cheered, it's not the body anyway, it's not right.
The teenager sitting on the sofa, sitting upright, the arrival of the main body soul, makes the teenager in the small plane more sacred and nobility, the dark pupils are faintly flowing with broken golden luster, and the long eyelashes tremble slightly. When, the blushing lips were slightly pursed, and the beauty was boundless.
Feng Qian blinked his eyes and asked obediently, "Is Your Highness hungry?"
She was hungry anyway.
Feng Qian glanced at His Highness Mu Yan and restrained the urge to touch his stomach.
The **** over there, raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell gently on the girl. When he was slightly stunned, even the young man himself did not expect that at this moment, he tilted his head slightly, and the light golden colored pupils were stained. A little confused look.
"hungry?"
Mu Yan's voice was soft, his eyes stayed on Feng Qian for a moment, then lowered his head, his light gaze fell quietly on his lower abdomen.
In God's Domain, he had never experienced such hunger.
But his current physical state told him that perhaps, this was the hunger in the girl's mouth.
After thinking about it, Mu Yan nodded lightly, and his beautiful red lips parted lightly: "I'm hungry."
Feng Qian was also stunned when he was met by the other party's obedient gaze.
Feng Qian's brain went blank for a moment.
what happened?
Why does she think His Highness is cute and well-behaved?
He said that he was hungry in such a soft voice, the look in his eyes was also unusually soft, and the low and soft tone gave people a feeling of grievance and pitiful inexplicable.
Feng Qian was in a daze, and after returning to his senses, his face was sullen, and he said with a serious expression: "Your Highness wait for me, I will make breakfast."
After finishing speaking, the wind slid.
Well, slipped into the kitchen.
The wind took a deep breath.
Being in the same space with His Royal Highness will always be inexplicably nervous. Although His Highness is not scary, nor is it as cold and inviolable as he imagined, but it is inexplicably cowardly.
Feng Qian held her forehead, she must be too guilty, after all, in many planes, she bullied the little fragments so much.
This kind of thing makes people blush.
But looking at His Highness like this, it should be that there is no memory of the small plane.
After thinking about it, Feng Qian looked for ingredients in the kitchen.
Fengqian doesn't know how to do other things, so he just googled it and cooked a pot of black rice porridge.
Fengqian has never cooked, but the original owner has done it. Although there is a little memory of the original owner, but after all, he has never cooked it himself, so Fengqian can only use Baidu to draw pictures of the gourd.
The pot is clean, and the wind is shallow, just follow the steps directly.
After about ten minutes, the preliminary work was done, Feng Qian put the pot on the stove, and turned on the fire.