Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Your name is Aisha, have we seen her somewhere?" On the way to the secret party's treasure house, the chef looked at the black-haired girl in front of him curiously. He must have seen this girl somewhere, but he couldn't remember it at the moment.

"Mr. Fang, don't you think your way of picking up conversations is old-fashioned?" The girl glanced at the chef's bald head. This man did look familiar. He looked very much like the bastard who ruined her good deeds. Well, their surname was Fang, suddenly. Zhi paused as if he remembered something and said: "You are Elena's little boss."

"I bet you are that bat spirit." When the chef heard the girl mention Elena's name, he immediately thought of a certain bat that escaped.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you." The girl who was still leading the way turned her white and tender little hands into sharp claws, and she raised her hand and grabbed the chef.

"If you attack me again, I will fight back." The chef dodged the girl's attack and shouted: "Your Majesty, your daughter is crazy, please save me."

"You bastard, you bullied me and you still want to run away from my territory today. Let's see how I deal with you." The black-haired girl let out a scream while attacking, which directly raised the alarm for the vampire clan.

"What's going on? We were discovered." The expressions of the three SHIELD elites hiding in the sewer changed. It makes no sense. They and others were already very careful, and this sewer was used by SHIELD through the old city renovation project. It took a year to complete secretly. In theory, it is impossible to be detected.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Owen Galwan tightened the dagger in his hand, because this was a secret operation and they were not carrying guns. If exposed, their situation would be very dangerous.

"Calm down and act according to plan B." Barton also looked ugly. He didn't expect that he and others would be exposed before they entered the treasure house. This was different from what was planned.

"Plan C" Owen and another agent looked at each other. What is Plan C? Why don't we know.

"Plan C is to run away." Hawkeye rolled his eyes. Do you still want to stay and fight with those monsters? Are all Nick's arrangements for himself mentally retarded?

"Ah, let's go." The two assistants looked at Barton who had run away, and they couldn't help but have black lines hanging on their foreheads. Is this the eighth-level agent they have always admired? This is too cowardly.

"What are you doing?" After hearing the siren, Prince Shamir quickly appeared in the garden with a group of guards, but the scene in front of him made the old prince's mouth twitch. Can you please pay attention to the impact in broad daylight?

"Let go." Aisha's face was dark. This bastard actually dared to hit her and pinch her face. It was really outrageous.

"Ugh, let go first." The chef, who was pinching his cheeks by the girl, glared at the black-haired girl on top of him, not wanting to be outdone. If it weren't for the fact that you are a girl, I would have taught you a lesson, brother.

"Don't let go, if you want to let go, let go first." Aisha quit, why should I let go first, you bastard who doesn't know how to show mercy to women.

"Huh, if you don't let go, I'm going to keep pushing harder." After the chef said that, his fingers added a little more force, and Elsa's pretty face was suddenly stretched a little longer.

"I won't let go after I pick up the bear." Aisha increased her strength without showing any signs of weakness, and the chef's face turned into a pie.

"Christopher, what are you doing here, why don't you pull them away quickly?" The old prince looked at the black lines on the foreheads of the two people who were wrestling on the ground. One of the two people was his daughter, but the other was most likely his daughter. The person in the prophecy, he doesn’t dare to offend both sides now.

"You'll be lucky this time and eat Slim Pig Date." Rubbing her red and swollen cheeks, the black-haired girl looked at the chef angrily and threatened him with extremely off-key words.

"Am I afraid of you? Oupai Ning?" the chef said, not to be outdone.

"We'll see," Aisha snorted coldly, told the old prince that I would go back first, then covered her face and left, leaving the old prince with a wry smile.

"Mr. Fang, are you okay?" After Aisha left, Prince Shamir looked at the chef sheepishly: "You and my daughter?"

"You should ask your daughter about the matter between us." The chef rubbed his face and couldn't help cursing, why is it such a coincidence?

"Uh." The corner of the old prince's mouth twitched. How many years has it been since the last time he dared to talk to me like this? There are as many grave grasses as there are in the African savanna.

"Then come here, what's going on between them?" After Shamir saw the chef walking away gloomily, he immediately called the guard who arrived earlier than them and asked about the situation between the two.

"Prince Qi, we didn't hear much. We just heard the lady shouting, and what the guest was shouting. As for the rest, we didn't hear clearly." The guard said awkwardly. They heard the alarm. They were the first ones to arrive last. According to the script, they should step forward immediately after arriving and push a guy who was trying to take advantage of their young lady to the ground and rub him hard. However, after they heard that endlessly imaginative conversation, forget it, let’s not disturb the young couple playing games.

"That's what they really said. This boy molested my daughter." Prince Shamir's eyes slowly narrowed. The subordinates on the side couldn't help but feel chills all over. He watched his young lady being bullied. Will it be over for us now? He was thrown into the sun to die by the prince. However, unexpectedly, instead of being furious and ordering his execution, the old prince said excitedly: "It's great. I didn't expect them to have known each other for a long time. How can you do this?" Okay, let's do this. After this is over, you go to the butler and get a bottle of 82-year-old virgin's blood."

"Ha" Jason Brody was confused. Is the prince angry? Or is he saying I'm dreaming? It's strange that this dream is too real. Thinking of this, the guard pinched himself hard, hurting that he was not dreaming.

"I'm so lucky. I didn't expect that I could pass the test like this." When the prince left with the chef, the guard let out a long sigh. He was very lucky. Wait, is there really a fortune teller named Li in the newly purchased sandalwood coffin? It's so magical that it can change a person's luck

Three days ago, Jason went to Chinatown in New York to run errands. To be honest, Jason didn't want to go there. Although there were many Chinese people, vampires rarely attacked Chinese people for many reasons:

First of all, those Orientals rarely stay alone, and they like to use team mode even when they go to the bathroom.

Second, the Chinese helped the vampires many years ago. As for what they helped, Jason didn't know. The only thing he knew was that it seemed to be related to the Crusades.

The third reason is also the most important reason. There was once a small tribe that wanted to develop descendants here, but they were caught by an old man who came out to buy goods. Good guy, more than thirty tribesmen were hung from street lamps, and then burned to death by the early morning sun. . That miserable situation, well, it's scary to think about it. Since then, the vampires have moved away from this terrible place intentionally or unintentionally.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have made a bet with those guys. I said I'm not afraid of that legendary old man. Now I'm shooting myself in the foot." Jason complained while looking around. Isn't it just a piece of virgin blood? Why did I actually come here for that bet? Fortunately, it was almost over.

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