"Hey, Emperor Zichen, you know, I admire Miss Fengjiao, who is good at cooking delicious food and beautiful. You praise her as a fairy with nothing in the sky and without the earth. Be careful that I am jealous for a moment and snatch her from you!" The demon emperor Han Xing said with a smile.

Somehow, looking at his evil smile, Feng Jiao suddenly remembered a lyric.

Blood was lit between the eyebrows, and peonies on the clothes were covered. The more you smiled, the colder you became.

When she found that her little chef was staring at the demon emperor Han Xing for some reason, Ling Yuan suddenly had a bell in his heart. His movements were a little quick, but gently, he leaned against Feng Jiao's shoulders, making her gaze fall on her face.

"Little chef, do you think your husband is not good-looking? Well? Your husband is clearly present, why do you have time to see other men?"

Listening to Ling Yuan's jealous words, Feng Jiao glanced at the demon emperor Hanxing and couldn't help but blush.

Ling Yuan said childishly: "Why are you still looking at him? Do you think your husband is not as good as him? I don't allow you to look at him again!"

Feng Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth, but had to comfort the man who fell into the jealous tank: "Who said you are not as good as him! My husband is beautiful in the prosperous era, my husband is extremely beautiful, my husband is the best in the world!"

Feng Jiao blew a rainbow fart, and Ling Yuan was finally satisfied: "Hmph, this is almost the same. Madam, you must remember that being a husband is actually very small, so small that he can only tolerate you alone. So, I can't tolerate you to look at other men."

Feng Jiao twitched the corner of her mouth, but had to give Ling Yuan a big comfort hug. At the same time, she quietly sent a message to him: "Don't you think that the demon emperor Hanxing seems to be a little wrong?"

Ling Yuan’s focus at this time was a little wrong.

"Little chef, I just said that I don't like you showing attention to other men in front of me."

Feng Jiao was so angry that her mouth twitched wildly: "I'm not interested in him. I just think that something seems wrong with his emotions..."

"Hmph, you even noticed his emotions, and you said you didn't pay special attention to him?!"

Feng Jiao never thought that someone was jealous and was irrational, making her have nowhere to do if she wanted to coax people!

She was so angry that she twitched the corners of her mouth: "You cat! If you make such unreasonable troubles again, I will not care about you!"

She was angry and said nothing, subconsciously treating him as the arrogant cat fairy who appeared in front of her in the past.

The man snorted aggrievedly and pressed his chin against her shoulder: "No matter what I care about, then who do you want to care about?"

"Dog!" She bit her little white teeth.

"Wang!" He cooperated immediately.

She needs him to be a cat fairy, and he is her cat fairy. If she needs to take care of a dog, then he can only cooperate with being a dog.

"You!" Feng Jiao was directly laughed by someone's anger.

The demon emperor Han Xing saw the interaction between them, and his heart was even more sour and tight.

He finally understood why Ling Yuan could hold the beauty back, but he could only miss the match with his beloved Jun Nianxi.

The reason is that he did not see his feelings clearly early on. The point is that his face is not as thick as Ling Yuan.

"Hey, you two, can you stop being entangled? I'm so kind! I said, there are important things to discuss with you!" Han Xing said unbearable.
Chapter completed!