Julian, Kingdom of Death, City of Dark Light.

Daliang immediately knew who the other party was, and the players who attacked him.

Unexpectedly, they could guess my identity. It was probably the information exposed by the Frost Dragon and Juliet.

However, it is not the beginning of the game. At that time, Daliang had weak self-protection ability inside and outside the game, and needed to conceal the matter of the Black Fire Lord. Now even if someone knows that he still owns a territory, it is no big deal.

At most, add one more to Brother's many halos. If anyone wants to use this secret to threaten Brother, he will probably be disappointed.

However, Daliang was also very curious about the purpose of these attackers. Was the attack at that time just to determine his identity? Then their losses were really a bit large, and there must be other plans.

Anyway, Daliang was not afraid of seeing a foreigner on his territory. He first figured out their ideas, and the final decision was still in his hands.

So Daliang said to Shu Xiao: "Which country is from foreigners? Where are the people now?"

Shu Xiao said: "The Polish, whose name is Sergey. Our people have checked his identity, but the other party has not concealed anything. He didn't know where we live, so he went to Shangjiangxian to contact Yingshi Virtual Bank and now lives in a hotel arranged by the virtual bank."

Daliang thought about his affairs in the game. A black elf wife needs to be comforted, and a black elf mother-in-law also needs to be dealt with. He really has no time to meet the Pole named Sergei.

"Let him wait first, I will deal with the urgent matters in the game, and let the receptionist of the virtual bank entertain the Pole. Then help me get a few clothes from the closet..."

Shu Xiao glared and said, "I am your apprentice, not your nanny, the wardrobe is right next to you, why did you ask me to get you clothes? Who knows if there is something shameful inside? I can hear that you men like to paste some colorful pictures in the wardrobe."

"Who did you hear?...We are all collecting seeds on the Internet." Daliang patted the helmet under his belly: "Isn't it inconvenient for me now!"

"Okay, okay, I'll take it."

Put on your clothes and hide your body's embarrassment.

Daliang continued to log in to the game while Shu Xiao left the room.

The picture returned to the room in the underground castle, and it was still a swaying fire, and a beautiful beauty. However, Daliang had no idea of ​​blasphemy. Although he was watching Monica, he was thinking about Shu Xiao.

It shouldn't be! Do I like her?

Daliang suddenly felt that Shu Xiao had been integrated into his life and lived under the same roof with Shu Xiao. Everything was so natural, as if they should have been like this. Sometimes Daliang also enjoyed the moment of being pulled by Shu Xiao to exercise, appreciated the beauty of the flexible body, and listened to her telling interesting stories in the game comfortably.

Oh my God! I will be kicked to death.

At this time, Daliang had no idea of ​​taking the opportunity to push Monica, so he simply practiced his ship design skills before the banquet began.

Although Monica was also surprised by Daliang's actions, since Daliang began to draw ship design drawings, she had to stand aside and help him organize the designed drawings.

Abigail, who suffered a blow, held a grand banquet with lights on the road. The originally depressed city of Songjiang actually showed a festive atmosphere. The lights inside and outside the city lord's mansion were brightly lit, and the band played melodious music. The attendants placed silver tableware containing all kinds of fine wine and food on the dining table.

The important personnel of the Black Elf sat on both sides of the long table in the middle, and Daliang and Monica were arranged to Abigail's right hand.

Daliang soon found that he was the only male on the main dining table. All the male black elfs sat on other dining tables, and the food was not as exquisite as the main dining table. Being able to sit here shows how much Abigail attaches to Daliang.

After Abigail finished speaking the toast, the banquet began.

"Earl Daliang, my daughter, this is just an ordinary family dinner. Don't be polite..." Abigail kept his demeanor and greeted Daliang for dinner, while trying to show Monica his luxurious life, but the eating attitude of other black elves made Abigail's face hurt.

Before Abigail announced the start of the banquet, the black elves were all sitting in a state of fear of their mistress. However, after Abigail announced the start of the banquet, the black elves immediately revealed their true colors.

At this moment, no black elf used the tableware in front of him. They were like the athletes who were rushing to the competition, and at the same time stretched out their hands to the food that had been eyeing at a long time. They took out the agility of fighting and the power of fighting. Pieces of food left empty plates after shadowless hands...

"Ahem cough cough..."

Abigail used a cough to stop his subordinates' embarrassing actions, and everyone stopped immediately. At this time, two black elves were already standing on the dining table, one of whom was holding a lamb leg and fighting hard here.

The black elves then remembered what the mistress said to them before Daliang and Monica arrived.

"Remember our identities. We are the rulers of Songjiang City. We are hosting a nobleman who can influence the situation in Shangjiang. Don't embarrass me in front of guests, especially in front of Monica. Monica is just a loser who was expelled by me!"

But in front of the food, all the black elves forgot.

The mistress's anger had already filled the sky above the banquet. The depressing atmosphere made all the black elves immediately return to their positions, especially the two black elves who were competing for lamb legs. They put down their food and returned to their seats, trembling and knew that they were in trouble.

"Hahahaha..." Daliang's smile suddenly echoed at the banquet, and he said, "The dining table of the black elf is still so lively. Miss Mother, you know that I used to be a civilian. After becoming a noble, I couldn't stand it. There were so many etiquettes in eating.

I was also very casual when I had dinner with my subordinates, just like you here.

You said it was Monica?"

Daliang's words made Abigail's expression much better, and he changed his smile to his face: "Yes, the black elf is free on the dining table."

Monica said with a smile: "Dear...I think everyone is scrambling to scramble on your table because your personal chefs have... master-level cooking skills. And the ingredients come from all planes, transported through planes and frost dragons, all delivered to your kitchen at the freshest moments.

You know that I like to eat the pork meat of Hellfire roasted under the moon in the dreamland. Every evening I send people to Hell to collect flames, send them to the manor of the Kingdom of Death through the main world, and send people to the snow fields in the extreme north to hunt polar bears and send them to the kitchen of the Kingdom of Death. After cooking by your private chef, I send them to the Dreamland, which I just can spend a dreamy moon with us.

A warm night.”
Chapter completed!