Qin Chuan looked at this self-righteous man, and simply ignored him.

"What did I say, did you hear? Leaving the state division." The man said again.

"It's not sick, Chener, who is this fool?" Qin Chuan asked.

Fan Qingchen drew a corner of his mouth and said softly, "No swearing is allowed, he is the eighth prince of Beixue Kingdom."

When the man heard Qin Chuan's words, he was almost angry, but when he saw Fan Qingchen introduced him, where is his identity, I believe this guy will change.

Among the three kingdoms, although the North Snow Country is not the strongest, it is much stronger than the Nantian Empire. In the presence of the Nantian Empire, the North Snow Country cannot be provoked. Especially in such a situation, the weak will provoke the strong. court death.

"Eight princes, I didn't care about you before, and I forgive you before." Qin Chuan said lightly.

Although the eighth prince is uncomfortable, when I hear Qin Chuan ’s words, my heart is slightly better, and now I ’m more polite. This status is still very important. After all, it is the eighth prince of the Northern Snow Country. Angry.

"Dust is my woman. Don't hit her. Think about her later. Although I know my woman doesn't take you seriously, but I don't want anyone to think of her. If you let me know you hit me, Woman idea, I will kill you. "Qin Chuan continued.

Bland tone, it sounds a little weird, a little two hundred five ...

The eighth prince originally thought that Qin Chuan had changed, and would even leave Fan Qingchen on his own initiative, but the words made him feel that his whole hair was about to explode.

The body was trembling slightly, he looked at Fan Qingqing.

The man said that she was his woman. He found that Fan Qingchen didn't refute it. This made him even more angry. This woman is his. No one wants to take it away. Whoever dares to steal it from him will let him Die, no matter who it is.

"Okay, you're fine, I don't know if I live or die." The eighth prince said coldly, glanced at Qin Chuan, and left.

Qin Chuan didn't seem to see it.

"Beware of the eighth prince, he will deal with you in the secret place of Foshan." Fan Qingchen said.

"He is not my opponent, it is easy to kill him." Qin Chuan laughed.

"Don't be careless, be careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years." Van Qingchen said.

"Baby is right, I listen to you." Qin Chuan smiled at her.

"Disgusting!" Fan Qingchen blushed.

"Is it really disgusting, little baby?" Qin Chuan smiled softly in front of her.

"Nausea!" Fan Qingchen felt that her heartbeat was speeding up, an indescribable feeling. She didn't say the nausea, she just felt weird, her heartbeat was a little faster, and the whole person was dizzy.

The eighth prince watched Qin Chuan and Fan Qingchen intimately in the distance, and the fire in his heart was very strong.

"Fu Jun is a divine doctor. If you are sick, with my many years of medical experience, let me take the pulse." Qin Chuan originally held Fan Qingchen's hand and put **** directly on Fan Qingchen's wrist.

His eyes brightened.

Fan looked at him in a puzzled manner.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Congratulations. This is a happy pulse. Madam is happy." Qin Chuan laughed.

"You're a big bastard." Fan Qingchen took a sip, gave Qin Chuan a glance, and smiled.

It feels easy, natural, and time flies with this guy.

The eighth prince once again saw Fan Qingchen's happy appearance, and that pleasant look, this was the first time he saw that he never thought that Fan Qingchen would have such a woman's side.

Suddenly he hated this woman a little bit. Before, this woman was high above him, and never sneered at any man. At that time, he felt good. This was the goddess in his mind.

But now she showed a woman's look to a man, this man was not himself, and he immediately messed up his heart.

Before, he was actually unwilling to profane this woman, but now he is thinking about how to get this woman and kill the man.

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

Qin Chuan, Fan Qingchen, and Zu Hao were together.

Zu Hao was also shocked by Fan Qingchen, and raised his thumb toward Qin Chuan: "I'm completely obedient to you."

Qin Chuan smiled, didn't speak, and was naturally satisfied in his heart. Sometimes this is the only satisfaction for men.

Qin Chuan's craftsmanship did not naturally say that many people in the Nantian Empire knew that Fan Qingchen also knew it.

This time Qin Chuan directly took a big boar, and roasted a hare aside.

Soon the scent broke out. The scent was really tempting. Zu Hao and others naturally knew that Qinchuan roasted the whole one, and they would definitely let them eat.

Drooling one by one.

Qin Chuan made some natural spices and herbs.

This roasting made many people around not calm, and the taste passed from Qin Chuan made them all feel uneasy to roast.

Based on this smell, they have been conquered.

The people take food as their heaven. Even if they are martial arts, the existence of the semi-sacred can not help but not eat, but eating is the most fundamental enjoyment of life, the enjoyment of survival, this is the instinctual enjoyment of the body.

Quickly cooked, Qin Chuan smiled at Fan Qingchen: "Eat that?"

"Anything!"

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

Others waited for Qin Chuan to talk, and instantly split up the big boar.

Holding a large piece one by one, eating meat with a big mouth, drinking with a big mouth, the soothing expression, every word was refreshing.

The others around looked at each other with envy.

The refreshing scent is constantly impacting their taste buds.

The eighth prince's face was ugly, watching Fan Qingchen holding a rabbit leg and eating with a small mouth. The mouth was **** and terrible. The jade blush was still indescribably beautiful. Looking at Fan Qingchen in a daze.

Food color, all.

It ’s a pity that they ca n’t eat and do n’t look good. The eighth prince looked at Qin Chuan's jealous death. He used to look down on the cook. The most powerful cook is also a cook, but this person can practice cooking to this state. It's really legendary.

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The eighth prince's cold eyes stared at Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan looked up at him, smiling, sneer, disdain, sneer.

This made the eighth prince surging, and wished to go directly to kill Qin Chuan, but he looked at Fan Qingchen and resisted the thought that he thought was very tempting.

"Shuang Shuang, Mr. Qin's craft is only available in the sky, we are really content."

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

"My old man is old, and if you are not afraid of jokes, most of my life, I have eaten such a meal, it is a bit dead without regrets."

"The old man is polite. When I return to the Nantian Empire, I will invite you to eat again." Qin Chuan smiled.

"Okay!" Exclaimed.

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