My lord is a demon again

Chapter 306 Shi Quan Da Tonic Soup

"Okay, it's a deal, it will work!" The man was so excited that his saliva was about to flow out, because the woman lying on the soft bed, the more she looked at her, the more beautiful she was. Compared with Xu'er, she was even worse. and!

If you can get such a beautiful wife, even for a day, why not die?

After being busy for a while, the sorceress finally prepared a steaming bowl of Meng Po soup and handed it to the man.

The lecherous man was very nervous, took Meng Po soup, and walked towards the woman who was still unconscious on the bed.

Suddenly, with a sound of "whoosh!", a small stone penetrated the curtain of the tent, and with a sound of "pop!", it hit the porcelain bowl.

After a crisp sound, the whole bowl of Mengpo soup was thrown away, and the steaming hot soup spilled all over the floor.

"Bastard, who is it!" The man was so angry that he suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed at the person coming through the curtain!

Feng made a straight punch, easily knocking the man to the ground.

"Witch, it's not enough for you to hurt me, do you want to hurt others? I told you earlier, don't make any more Mengpo soup, do you think what I say is bullshit?"

Seeing that the sorceress walked in and questioned him, the sorceress glared at him and said, "You, you just don't believe me. How could I help that bastard and let him succeed in his tricks? The thing I despise most, sorceress, is People like that."

"Then, you still make Mengpo soup for him?"

"What Mengpo soup? It's a bowl of ginseng soup that is perfect and nourishing. Seeing that she is weak, I gave her a body! It's you, and I ruined all my efforts when I came here."

Feng looked at the ground, and sure enough, he saw several thumb-sized golden ginseng, and immediately apologized: "I blamed you, witch, I hope, don't hold grudges."

"Don't remember, don't remember~~" The sorceress laughed and said, "As long as you don't hate me, you will soon become my apprentice's husband. In the future, you must be more filial and filial to your old body."

It wasn't until evening that Zhaoyun opened his eyes, thinking of being knocked out with a stick, he felt angry.

Damn, good intentions are not rewarded, those bird people deserve to die.

Except her husband, of course.

"Hey, is there anyone?" Zhao Yun called out a few times, but no one answered, so he shook his dizzy head, got out of bed, and walked out of the tent.

She has nothing to worry about. If the people of this tribe wanted to kill her, they would not let her live until now, and let her sleep on such a comfortable soft bed.

But, where have all those people gone?

"Hey, girl, are you awake?" An old woman greeted with a smile: "I just met you today. Our Guha people haven't been this lively in a long time. There will be a bonfire dance later, and you will also come to participate Bar."

In fact, Zhaoyun felt the lively atmosphere when he came in, but at that time he was only focused on Sikong Luo, but now that he slept, his body and mind relaxed a little.

So he asked, "You guys... what kind of holiday is today?"

In Zhaoyun's impression, big events that happen only once in a long time are usually some kind of worship ceremony, or some kind of celebration ceremony.

"It's not a festival, it's the two youngest and most promising young people of our Guha people getting married."

"Tie the knot? Could it be...that Fenghe..."

"That's right, it's our Feng and Xu'er. People in our clan have been looking forward to their marriage for a long time, and today it finally comes to an end."

Zhao Yun almost didn't faint again, and ran towards the camp where the tents were concentrated.

(End of this chapter)