Douluo: Dig treasures to become stronger, and meet Bibi Dong at the beginning

Chapter 225 [The God of Cookery and the Goddess of Nine Colors Quarrel]

As the two of them pushed cups and changed cups, both of them gradually became tipsy.

Cao Mengde is not stupid.

Knowing that once you get drunk, it will definitely affect good things.

therefore.

When he was drinking with the God of Cookery, he quickly poured the wine in his hand to the ground while the other party was not paying attention.

And the God of Cookery is very much a teacher.

I am happy to have met Cao Mengde, and every glass of wine is real.

soon.

A shadow appeared in front of the God of Cookery, his head was dizzy, and he slowly lay down on the table.

in fact.

He is a deity.

Using divine power it was possible to spread the alcohol, but it didn't do that.

I would rather express my happiness to Cao Mengde in this state.

of course.

He was not the only one who was happy, Cao Mengde was even happier.

He shouted, "Master God of Cookery? Master God of Cookery..."

After feeling that the other party was really drunk, Cao Mengde felt relieved.

Followed by.

He held the Nine-Colored Goddess next to him in his arms.

"Let go..." The goddess of nine colors blushed, even though the God of Cookery was unconscious, she was still panicking.

After a brief kiss.

The Nine-Colored Goddess was really scared, so she took the initiative and said, "Let's go to the room."

The two stood up and left here.

As for what they did in the room, it is of course indescribable.

……

After a storm.

Cao Mengde closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Even though this is the Temple of Food, he believes that the Nine Colors Goddess will make good arrangements for him.

"Nine colors..."

But at this time.

The call of the God of Cookery sounded faintly.

The look on the Nine Colors Goddess's face trembled, and she hurriedly walked out of the room.

But I saw that the God of Cookery was still sitting on the stool in the restaurant, rubbing his head.

"Are you...are you okay?" The Jiucai Goddess faced the God of Cookery and didn't know how to speak. Her tone seemed unfamiliar.

Fortunately, the God of Cookery had just sobered up and was not thinking very clearly in his mind.

He then asked, "Huh? Where is Lord Mengde?"

The Nine-Colored Goddess originally wanted to make up a reason.

But since Cao Mengde lives here, he might as well tell the truth, lest the God of Cookery become suspicious.

"Oh, he's drunk too. I just took him to the guest room to rest."

The God of Food nodded, "That's good. Isn't it a good thing for Master Mengde to be a guest in my God of Food and let him stay here for the night?"

After all, this is it.

If someone is willing to sleep here, it means they respect him as the god of food, and the relationship between them will definitely increase.

After the God of Cookery stood firm, he said, "Jiocai, let's go rest too."

The Nine-Colored Goddess wanted to refuse, but she didn't know what lies to say.

Especially when the God of Cookery stretched out his hand to stop her waist, she even subconsciously tried to avoid it.

"Jiucai, what's wrong with you?" The God of Cookery asked curiously.

"I...I'm fine."

The Nine-Colored Goddess said this, but she was very panicked in her heart.

The God of Cookery didn't think much about it.

He thought he was hallucinating and didn't have any doubts about the expression on the face of the Nine-Colored Goddess.

He hugged the Nine-Colored Goddess again and walked toward the bedroom.

On the way to the bedroom.

The Nine-Colored Goddess frowned, and she felt an obvious dislike for the God of Cookery in her heart.

She knew this feeling was bad, but she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Nine colors..."

Just entered the bedroom.

The God of Cookery softly called to the Nine-Colored Goddess.

And raised his hand to touch that delicate face. "I... let's rest." The Nine-Colored Goddess reacted quickly, avoiding the God of Cookery's touch on her face, and came to the bed alone to lie down.

Never thought.

The God of Cookery smiled slightly.

He thought it was some kind of signal from the Nine Color Goddess to him.

"Madam, you are so beautiful. I am so lucky to have you as my wife."

The God of Food says so.

He came to the bed, stretched out his arms and hugged Jiucai, and had further ideas.

Sudden.

Jiucai was so frightened that she trembled and pulled the God of Cookery's hand away.

"I'm tired, why don't you go to bed early?"

When he saw the Nine-Colored Goddess, she moved to the bedside and kept a distance from herself.

The God of Cookery, who had always been obedient and honest, was greatly displeased with the stamina of alcohol.

"You are my woman, why can't I touch you?" The God of Cookery shouted.

The Nine-Colored Goddess hated him.

This time he lost his good temper, "I told you, I don't feel well."

Uncomfortable?
The God of Cookery was about to ask about this.

But seeing his extremely anxious expression, "In recent times, every time I touch you, you say you feel uncomfortable. Are you lying to me? Why is this? Or do you no longer like me?"

A series of questions were heard.

The Nine-Colored Goddess has no intention of answering them one by one.

He just said lightly, "What do you want to think? That's your business. Anyway, I'm really uncomfortable."

This is the reason again.

The God of Cookery couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly sat up from the bed.

He had been enduring this matter for a long time, and now he was even more furious when he heard that Jiucai was unwilling to pay attention to his words.

"Since you said you don't feel comfortable, then fine, where exactly do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I am also an auxiliary god and I am proficient in healing. Let me check it out."

The Nine-Colored Goddess turned her head, her face turned cold, "Are you bored? I told you I'm not feeling well, and I don't need your examination."

Such an answer.

The God of Cookery was almost furious.

The other party is his woman, but she has been extremely abnormal recently and never lets him touch her.

He wanted to check her body, but refused?
There must be something wrong with this.

"Jiucai, what's wrong with you?" The God of Cookery's tone softened. He knew that quarreling would only worsen the relationship, so it was better to have a good talk.

Do not speak when seeing the other person.

The God of Cookery had no choice but to continue asking, "Madam, I believe you are aware of your recent abnormality. Why don't you let me touch you? Don't let me check your body? Can't you understand how I feel? ?”

to be frank.

It’s not that the Nine-Colored Goddess doesn’t understand his mood.

But I don't want to think about it.

Because she knows better than anyone else that since she has chosen Cao Mengde, there are some things that must be regarded as pure.

otherwise.

It will only add trouble to yourself.

"Go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow."

Without getting the answer, the God of Cookery still felt uneasy.

He thought that the Jiucai Goddess must be hiding something from him.

"You still won't say it, right?"

Without any choice.

The God of Cookery was heartbroken, turned over and pressed forward, intending to use forceful means.