"I have a harem of three thousand, but you are the only one who understands my heart deeply." He put a piece of duck meat into her bowl. It was golden in color and should arouse her appetite.
Seeing that she swallowed it obediently, he casually threw a bomb at her. "When are you going to take over the position of the Dark Queen?"
Poof... all the ginseng tea in his mouth spurted out. The Dark Emperor had already dodged it cleverly, having predicted this move.
The noble, elegant and extraordinary images of the Dark Emperor and the Witch of the Water Continent are just masks that they are accustomed to wearing in their daily lives. As they hold important positions, they have long been accustomed to hiding their true personalities. In front of each other, there is no need to hide. They are
Comrades in the same country have the same temperament, temperament, and odor.
"I don't want to be eaten alive by your group of harem beauties." It would be great to be her protector of the country. No one forces her to do things she doesn't like. Moreover, with nothing to do, she can concentrate on practicing her witchcraft.
Technique.[
"I only love you." His expression was serious, as if he was telling the truth.
"Go away, I'm too lazy to care about you." She waved her little hand like a fly.
"Hey!" He pretended to be sad, but in the end he was still amused by her and laughed loudly. Those melancholy emotions just now have disappeared. "You are really a flower of interpretation." This sentence is sincere.
"Nutty!"
She rolled her eyes at him deliberately, but after all, she was not good at being cruel to others, so it was impossible to serve as a warning.
"My dear brother, if you make such a joke again, I will cast a spell to make a lama flower grow on your nose."
"It's really not cute." He picked up another piece of honey-glazed pork ribs and still piled it in front of her, his doting eyes overflowing. "If you weren't my biological sister, I would have included you in my harem long ago."