"Miss Fengjiao, there are so many people here, why are only the ones that Emperor Zichen has to eat?" The demon emperor Han Xing asked with dissatisfaction.

Before Feng Jiao could speak, Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Do you feel dissatisfied? As her husband, I should have a little privilege, right?"

Why can't he eat the dishes his wife cooks?

He asked his wife to cook for the demon emperor Hanxing, which was already a great favor. But the demon emperor Hanxing was still so unsatisfied.

The demon emperor Han Xing twitched the corner of his mouth and gave Ling Yuan a blank look.

I know you have a good wife, but there is no need to show off like this anytime and anywhere.

Let him, a single dog, be so angry!

Although the Demon Emperor Han Xing and Jiuying felt a little dissatisfied with Ling Yuan's privilege, this emotion has not existed for a long time.

Because they were soon attracted by the warm and scented fragrance that floated out of the big pot in front of Feng Jiao, and began to swallow their saliva while looking forward to their dinner.

After looking at everyone with anticipation, Feng Jiao took out the chili oil she had prepared in advance from the space and placed it aside with the fine chopped scallion coriander.

As she stirred the pot with a long-handled spoon, the fragrance that floated out of the pot became even more intense and tempting.

When the hand-cut noodles were cooked, Feng Jiao put out the noodles, poured two spoons of hot mutton soup on it, two pieces of lamb, a piece of gold belly and some other mutton offals, sprinkled with fine chopped scallions and coriander, a spoon of aged vinegar, a spoon of chili oil, and a handful of white sesame seeds, and a bowl of steaming hot and sour mutton soup noodles. It was done.

When bowls of sour and sour mutton noodle soup were placed in front of everyone, everyone breathed the strong fragrance and made a comfortable exhalation.

Everyone in the camp began to enjoy the warm food around the bonfire.

On the other side, there is a different scene.

Several demon cultivators from the Shu family knelt at the entrance of the Shu family's secret ancestral hall.

"Old ancestor, at present, eight of the seventeen hills have been taken back by the team of the demon emperor Hanxing. Can our plan still succeed? With the power of our Shu family, we can really unify the entire demon domain, and even expand our power to the spiritual domain to fight against the human cultivators?" asked the eldest son of the Shu family.

He said, while taking a careful look.

I saw a figure sitting in the ancestral hall, blocked by the curtains, and it was not clear.

A low voice that was indistinguishable to men and women came from behind the curtain of the ancestral hall: "Ha, do you even believe your ancestors?"

The voice paused and continued, "You can't believe me. But don't forget how this newly built ancestral hall came from. This was built by Shu Jinxi, the former head of your Shu family. Even if you don't believe me, can you still not believe your former head? Will Shu Jinxi harm you?"

It seemed that a little anger could be heard from the voice. The monks and elders of the Shu family knelt on the ground and kowtowed in fear.

"Ancestor, don't be angry. We are not suspicious of you. It's just... it's just that the demon emperor Hanxing's attack is too strong and has seized eight hills in a row. If this continues, I'm afraid that the hills we occupied before will be lost sooner or later."
Chapter completed!