Chapter 1229 (1/2)

The instructor ate the second meal and said to Xianzong, ”don't ask after you die? I'll make some money and walk around looking for a woman. ”

Guys... This is really not ambitious.

Xianzong looked at the instructor who chewed the chicken leg and didn't lift his head. He thought that in the future, he'd better wait until Mo asked him to die. It seems a little superfluous to talk about life with him.

After eating the drumstick, the instructor looked up and confirmed with Xianzong, ”I'm here. I don't have enough to eat?”

Xianzong said, ”yes, my words are perfect. This should be my gift of thanks. Thank Master Yu for saving his life.”

Now the instructor was satisfied and pretended to be polite and said to several people in the account, ”do you want to eat? Eat together? ”

The crowd shook their heads together and looked at the way the man ate. It was estimated that this table was not enough.

In the middle of the night, it snowed heavily around the gem lake.

Mo Wen sent a fast horse to inquire about Yan's return to the city.

The army stopped in front of the gem lake and was ready to leave the stronghold when the wind and snow were a little smaller and rush to Yan back to the city.

The war is coming. Except for the instructors who live comfortably in the military tent to eat and drink, no one is relaxed from emperors, powerful officials and fierce generals to ordinary soldiers.

After the snowstorm went into the night the next day, instead of stopping, it turned into a snowstorm. The army was trapped in front of the gem lake.

Xianzong was anxious. The wind and snow made him anxious. The words of several generals in charge of Quartermaster also made the holy master anxious. The generals didn't say it clearly, but Xianzong could understand the meaning. If the princess and the master ate it like this, their military food might not be enough.

”He ate a pot of rice alone,” the general in charge of Quartermaster compared the size of the pot with Xianzong.

Xianzong knows how big the cooking pot in the military camp is. His majesty Xianzong holds his head in his hands and wants to die. A pot of rice can fill hundreds of people. How much can his daughter eat!

The instructor ate a pot of chicken soup again and shook his hand. The more he ate, the better his powers would recover. ”Another pot of meat,” the instructor told the master who served him.

The master knelt down to the instructor. He can eat more than his princess. Hey!

The instructor waved and threw the master out of the account and said, ”go and come back.”

People outside the tent felt flesh ache when they saw that the leader was thrown out of the military tent again.

The master got up from the ground with a black and blue face.

The instructor sat in the tent and listened to the footsteps of the master go away. He snorted coldly, Croton? Can't he clean up a weak chicken?

The master walked all the way to the kitchen, and everyone passing by looked at the master with a sympathetic eye.

Got beaten again.

True abuse.

That's terrible.