Chapter 1127 Lord Qin's Nemesis

  Qin Zong nodded slightly, he had almost eaten, and began to drink soup.

  The soup bowl is full of **** slices.

  Master Qin ate a mouthful of ginger.

  He was holding the bowl, his eyes paused.

  Not just sliced ​​ginger, but also some other seasonings. The smell of a piece that spread in the mouth made Master Qin's eyebrows wrinkle tightly.

  Master Qin held **** slices in his mouth, slowly loosened his sword eyebrows, and slowly chewed and swallowed.

  The melon-eating crowd clenched their fists: I'm fucking!

  There are so many **** and seasonings, and Master Qin who is losing can eat it!

  Young Master Yan’s slender legs were put together randomly, and he held Qin Zong's hand that put down the soup bowl, smiled and smiled at him.

   "Also, this is something I specially give you."

  Little Seven: Gee.

  The master’s revenge.

   Yantao: Humph!

  I'm forced to do this, if you don't believe him, he won't talk to me!

  The crowd was trembling with fright: Master Yan is terrible...

  That is a bowl full of **** slices mixed with seasoning...

  The young man’s slender fingertips pressed against the edge of the soup bowl, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Qin Zong glanced at him lightly, raised his hand silently, and drank the soup.

  One bite...

  Two mouths...

  Qin Zong's face was clear and cold, and the chill was compelling, and he actually drank it one bite at a time.

  Not a drop left.

  The people who eat melons are stunned holding their jobs.

   just feel that everything they see before them has subverted their previous imagination.

Do not!

  My idol is not like this!

  They recalled Major General Qin they had seen in the past.

   Indifferent, wise and powerful.

  Is this naive and arrogant man really the same as Major General Qin?

  Qi Zheng sighed twice, this time he cast an admiring look at his cousin.

  Can eat it all, this skill is also amazing.

  The smile on Yantao’s face disappeared silently, staring at Qin Zongjun’s cool and outstanding face, mockingly: "You really have extraordinary perseverance."

snort!

ignore me!

  My master still ignores you!

  In the cabin, the young man stood sideways, his picturesque and handsome face faded with a clean smile, his eyes were dull and unclear, and his posture was cold and indifferent.

  Qin Zong looked at her, thinking of Qing Yangzi’s words, a suffocating pain came from his heart.

  The man's well-knotted fingers pinched the soup bowl with extremely heavy force, and the pale color of the fingertips was faintly visible.

  Young Master Yan suddenly turned around and walked to the opposite side, his face from dust was as cold as ice.

  The young man took a long leg to the position by the window, sat down blankly, drew down the curtains, Gu Zi closed his eyes and went to rest.

snort!

  Who is not a baby anymore.

  Ignore me, I still ignore you!

  The moment the boy turned around, he didn't see the man's faintly pale expression.

  Qin Zong's eyes were deeply locked, and a huge wave rolled under his eyes. He closed his eyes slightly, was silent for a moment, and put down the soup bowl.

  The two sat across the aisle, but they never even glanced at the other side.

  Someone couldn't help it anymore, and secretly poked Lian Feng and lowered his voice, "Lian Lieutenant, did Major General Qin quarrel with Yan Gongzi?"

   "This, is this in the Cold War?"

  Lian Feng sat on his seat, like an ant on a hot pot, sneaking a glance at Yan Tao and then at Qin Zong.

  In the past, Master Yan coaxed Master Qin.

  It’s better now, and Master Qin has also annoyed Master Yan.

  Lian Feng covered his face, tried to reduce his sense of existence, and cleared his dishes in the past.

  There are cracks spreading on the white porcelain soup bowl, which will break at any time.

  (End of this chapter)