Chapter 149 You Are Really A Local Tyrant

Yun Chujiu couldn't wait to put a chopstick in his mouth, then his eyes narrowed, and he devoured it.

After taking a few bites, Di Beiming put down his chopsticks. Seeing Yun Chujiu's delicious food, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. If he feeds him like this, the black thing will definitely gain weight, and then he will stop hugging his hands!

Yun Chujiu didn't know about Di Beiming's "fat-up" plan. The taste of this meal was really good, and it was a hundred times better than what a big kitchen could cook. In the end, I couldn't eat any more, so I put down my chopsticks reluctantly. At this time, what this guy thought was, oh, if I can use the storage bag publicly, I can save the leftovers to eat tomorrow.

When Emperor Beiming saw that Yun Chujiu had finished eating, he waved his hand, and the leftovers on the table disappeared, and then there was an exquisite small teapot and two small teacups on the table.

"Male God, how do you know I'm thirsty? You are so considerate! You are the most generous and generous person I've ever met!" Yun Chujiu ate and drank, with a small mouth, good words One by one, it's going out.

Di Beiming barely controlled the corners of his mouth that kept rising, gave a faint hum, and began to taste the tea.

Yun Chujiu was like a cow chewing peony. She tried the tea without burning her mouth, and drank it all at once, and then poured cup after cup without seeing the outside world.

After pouring a few cups, Yun Chujiu's eyes lit up: "Male God, how can your teapot fit so well? After pouring so many cups, there is still tea in it!"

When Emperor Beiming saw Yun Chujiu's eyes sparkling, and the little tail behind his head trembled, his heart was inexplicably crisp, and he said with a smile, "This is the Qiankun pot, but it's actually a mustard seed space."

Local tyrants, indeed tyrants! So proud!

Yun Chujiu said enviously: "Male god, you are so rich! Not to mention a storage ring, you can even store a teapot! Alas, unlike me, there is a low-grade broken storage bag. , it can't be used publicly yet!"

Di Beiming raised his eyebrows: "Why can't it be used publicly?"

"Male God, didn't you tell me? I am the third layer of Spirit Refining, and I can't let people know that I can release spiritual power. I remember every word you said! That's why I didn't dare to say it. If you can use the storage bag yourself, just put it with my fourth brother!" Yun Chujiu showed his loyalty without leaving a trace.

Sure enough, when Emperor Beiming heard that Yun Chujiu was so obedient, he felt better, thought for a moment, then took out a small ring from the storage ring and handed it to Yun Chujiu.

"This ring is the same as my storage ring. It can be hidden according to the master's wishes. You can drop your blood and refine it!"

Before Di Beiming could finish speaking, Yun Chujiu snatched the ring away. Now this guy is no longer afraid of pain, he took a small bite on his middle finger with his little white teeth and dripped blood on the ring. above the ring.

"Hahaha! It's really possible to hide! Male god, you are so cute! I love you to death!" Yun Chujiu jumped and jumped with joy, now looking at Di Beiming, it was one hundred and twenty pleasing to the eye.

Di Beiming looked at Yun Chujiu's lively appearance, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes were full of doting.

"Male god, you are so kind to me! I can't repay you, you can drink my blood as you like, as long as you don't drink me to death!" Yun Chujiu said with a smile.

After listening to Yun Chujiu's words, Di Beiming felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Did I give you something to drink your blood? !

Di Beiming's face sank with a slap: "Get out! This deity is going to practice!"

Second more. Update in the afternoon.