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Hearing that the Second Palace had not ordered any food in the evening, Grayson specially prepared a sumptuous dinner himself. As soon as he reached the corner of the other party's dormitory, he heard the sound of whispered conversation.

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze, and a layer of coldness appeared in Grayson's eyes.

Naxosis, who was the first to notice the other party's arrival, smiled unchanged and explained to him in a gentle voice, "Major General Ryan is here to bring me some fruit."

Hearing this, Grayson's mood instantly calmed down a lot, and he quickened his pace and walked to Naxossis' side.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he stood in a very clever position, just blocking Ryan's sight, "I made some of your favorite food."

Ryan was so angry that his teeth were itching and his eyes almost rolled up to the sky.

Since the other party's family background was stronger and his military achievements were greater than his, Ryan suppressed his jealousy.

Naxossis really enjoyed the feeling of being noticed and fought over. His smile widened as he looked at Grayson in surprise. "These are all my favorite foods. Thank you for your hard work."

"It is my pleasure."

"Then I won't bother you anymore. Have a nice night." Ryan interrupted Grayson's show-off and bowed gracefully to Naxossis to say goodbye.

Everyone on the warship knew that the Second Prince and Grayson lived separately. The other party's words were definitely mocking him for not being liked by the Second Prince.

Grayson, who was furious, met Naxosis's soft eyes and immediately lost his temper.

Grayson looked at the other person's beautiful and delicate face, and his heart accelerated. "Second Prince, can we do it tonight?"

Naxosis shook his head apologetically, "Sorry Grayson, I'm not feeling well today."

The moment the door of the room closed, Grayson, who was rejected again, drooped his lips and his eyes turned cold.

Ever since the engagement party with the Second Prince, the other party has been rejecting him for various reasons.

In terms of family background and appearance, he is not inferior to the God of Death, but also not as good as Julian.

Is it only if they all disappear that he can truly gain the favor of the Second Prince?

Julian can't move for the time being.

But killing God.

His fist as big as a sandbag was clenched so hard that it made a creaking sound, and his cold eyes were filled with strong murderous intent.

Inside the room, Naxossis, his smile gone, threw the lunch box and fruit plate in his hand directly into the trash can with built-in shredding function.

After wiping his hands repeatedly with disinfectant wipes, he took out a bottle of dark green unknown liquid from the space bracelet.

The moment the cork was opened, a strange fishy smell emerged from the rich bitterness.

Naxossis drank it all in one gulp without changing his expression.

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In the bathroom, Su Tang tried on the translucent shirt with the tag removed. Her cheeks, which were as red as tomatoes, were burning and her eyelashes, which were wet from the hot flashes, were trembling.

After a while, the "splashing" sound of flowing water was mixed with intermittent, twisting and incoherent singing.

"Today is a good day~"

[Host Tangtang, will there be a small dark room tonight? ]

555 concerned about the inquiry.

Su Tang paused while playing with bubbles, and her joyful and magical singing was suddenly interrupted. She kindly suggested, "Xiao Wu can download the TV series in advance."

【Yes.】

555 understood and immediately ran to prepare.

Just after solving the 555 issue, the spirit slipped out and complained in a baby voice, "Master, the beautiful lady said she would protect the master and play with Xiaolan at night, but no, she's a liar."

While Su Tang rinsed off the fragrant bubbles on her body, her brain was thinking rapidly, automatically helping Xiaosi fill in the missing content.

It should be that my dear wife had made a deal with Spirit Silk before, asking Xiao Si to protect herself and promised to let Xiao Lan play with it at night, but my dear wife forgot, so Xiao Si said that the other party was a liar.

Thinking back to last night when we were so affectionate and passionate,

Facing Tietie who seemed to be aggrieved, Su Tang suddenly felt guilty for deceiving a child.

"That kid, this matter can't actually be blamed on my dear wife. I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"It was me who made my dear wife break the appointment. It was me who prevented you from playing with Xiaolan."

"Xiao Si, if you want to blame someone, just blame me, don't blame your dear wife."

The ignorant Xiaosi didn't understand why her owner wanted to stop her from being close to Xiaolan, and suddenly met Su Tang's beautiful eyes that were wet and full of guilt.

Xiaosi floated to Su Tang's cheek and rubbed it, and hurriedly comforted her, "Master, don't cry, don't cry."

Su Tang gently pinched the spiritual thread, kissed the other's little head, took out a handful of colorful crystal cores from her space wrist and stuffed them into it.

"Xiao Si is the best. I knew you wouldn't blame me, right?" Su Tang blinked his moist eyes, his fragile eyelashes trembling, as if he would burst into tears if the other party said yes.

"Don't blame the master." Xiaosi coiled herself into a circle and happily held the crystal core.

But it has not forgotten Xiaolan by Daming Lake. "Master, when can you find Xiaolan? I miss her."

The butterfly-like wings trembled guiltily, and Su Tang promised solemnly, "I will definitely do it next time."

After harvesting a large number of crystal cores and getting promises, the simple and gullible spiritual silk ate the crispy crystal cores one by one, and after eating them, it sleepily slipped back into Su Tang's spiritual sea to hibernate.

Another bedroom separated by a wall.

In the bathroom, Bai Xu frowned slightly, staring at the Q version of himself that was formed by his concentration power, in a silent confrontation.

The Q version of Xiao Baixu standing on the sink pointed outside the door with his white and tender little hand.

Bai Xu glanced at it and said in a light tone, which pierced Xiao Lan's fragile heart, "I don't understand."

The Q version of Xiao Baixu opened his mouth and clenched his pink little fists tightly, with a determination not to turn back until he hit the wall.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes, the delicate and cute little face successfully turned red.

I can't make any sound at all.

The wilted Q-version Xiao Baixu curled up into a small ball of soft strawberry Daifuku, silently sad.

Bai Xu pursed his lips, turned off the water, raised his hand to grab the bathrobe from the shelf, tied the belt, took two steps to the drooping little guy, and stretched out his hand.

The white and slender fingertips were close at hand with a bit of damp heat. The Q version of Bai Xu was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly leaned forward, wrapped his two short arms around Bai Xu's middle finger, rested his soft cheek on the fingertip, and his big watery eyes were filled with grievance.

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Faced with a creature that looked so similar to him, and acted coquettishly towards him, Bai Xu felt a very delicate mood for a moment.

It's also acting like a spoiled child.

When it comes to his own little boy, Bai Xu just thinks it's cute.

Put it on the spiritual silk that is against your face - delicate and awkward.

Bai Xu sighed helplessly. The little guy seemed to be very bothered by the fact that he couldn't speak.

The cold voice softened unconsciously, and he tapped its cheek lightly with one finger, "Open your mouth, let me see."

The Q version of Xiao Baixu opened his mouth obediently.

Simple commands that the other party can understand.

Bai Xu took out a mini detector and did a quick check. The form of his mental power was perfect and there was no problem with his vocal cords opening.

It is normal that the materialized spiritual power cannot make any sound. It usually communicates with the master through spiritual connection.

It's strange that a spiritual thread like Su Tang can speak directly and be heard by him.

It is also strange that he cannot establish a complete mental connection with his concrete mental power and cannot communicate normally.

Bai Xu planned to put aside the thing that he couldn't figure out for the time being. He suddenly remembered the promise he made to Xiao Xiongzi's spiritual thread.

"Want to play with the Lord's spiritual threads?"