Doom Girl Must Die

The latest website: "Meet Miss Stella!"

Just when Natasha was about to ask something, a series of greetings suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Both Narant and Natasha were stunned for a moment, then looked back.

I saw Stella, who was wearing a snow cape, had come to the front, guarded by a group of little maids.

"Sir Narant, it seems that you had a very leisurely and comfortable time on this expedition. Not only did you have a barbecue and wine luncheon, but you were also accompanied by great beauties!" Before Narant could greet her, Stella was slightly frosty. The voice came over.

"Cough cough!" Narant was so stunned by the sudden chilling words that he didn't want the way a cold goddess should meet.

After coughing twice, Narant said with a wry smile: "Miss Stella, haven't you left the Fire Dragon Fortress yet, so I want to take this opportunity to reward the outstanding subordinates!"

"Is it?"

Stella first glanced at Natasha when she heard the words, and then turned to the nineteen girls sitting on the carpet and eating skewers.

However, when she saw that there were so many delicate little girls, her face became even colder.

She came here to confirm the rumors, and it is clear that the rumors have now been confirmed. Moreover, these delicate little girls are excellent subordinates?

What about those guards?

What's more important is that Narant even disregarded his well-intentioned reminder, and continued to associate with Natasha, and behaved so intimately...

"Did this tulip flower eat gunpowder today?" After Narant found out that he explained, Stella's expression became even colder, and he suddenly couldn't figure out what this cold goddess was thinking.

At the moment, Narant couldn't help but look at Lina who was beside him. This little maid of Lina usually has a very good attitude towards her, so she might have any suggestions.

"Humph!"

Unexpectedly, Narant only looked at Lina, but Lina slapped her cheeks and turned her head with a hum, as if she was even more angry than Stella.

"..." Narant.

Come on, both the master and the servant have taken gunpowder!

"Giggle, Stella, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence to meet you here! Why, did you get angry because I was eating skewers with Sir Narrant?" At this time, Natasha finally spoke. .

However, her opening was also full of gunpowder, which made Narant's face even more ugly.

Stella looked at Natasha with a blank expression, "Natasha, why am I angry, what does it have to do with me when you get along with Sir Narrant, I'm just patrolling the camp according to my father's instructions. !"

"Cuckoo, so that's the case, I thought it was because Narant participated in the competition of Earl Bernard, and then Miss Stella... Hehe, Miss Stella, Sir Narante's skewers are delicious, it is said that Do you want to eat two skewers of the meat of the intermediate-level monster?" Natasha said with a smile.

However, when she saw Stella's eyes turning sharp, she immediately opened the topic.

"Yes, Miss Stella, come and eat two skewers, freshly baked!" Narant also felt a little wrong. Stella was thinking of herself, but she kindly persuaded him twice.

He even told Natasha that Natasha was involved in the interests of the royal family, and now that he and Natasha were sitting together and were seen by her, he must think that he regarded her kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"Then I'll eat two skewers!" Stella didn't know what to think. She looked at Natasha and then at Narant, who agreed.

What made Narant even more unexpected was that in the end, Stella sat directly on his left side.

As a result, Narant became surrounded by two women, and the tip of his nose not only smelled of roses, but also of tulips.

"Miss Stella, come and have a taste!" Narant reluctantly handed over a few skewers in order to dispel Stella's anger.

"Giggle! Sir Narant, you are so partial! You didn't give it to me when I was eating it just now!"

Stella was about to pick it up when she heard Natasha say so, her hand stopped immediately, and then she took it from the silver plate on the table by herself.

Narant was powerless to complain, "Miss Natasha, eat more if you like it, and if you like it, drink more too! I won't be so generous in the future!"

"Okay, then I'll eat more and drink more!" Natasha smiled, then raised the crystal cup, and said to Stella, who was beside her, "Stella, I heard that you didn't drink much before, it's a pity This wine is delicious!"

"Natasha, who said I don't drink? I've tasted this wine long ago, and Narant gave me a pot! I'm afraid this is the first time you tasted it today?"

"Giggle, it doesn't matter if it's the first time or not, but I'm definitely going to drink a few pots from Sir Narante before going back. I wonder if you want to come with Stella?" Natasha provocatively said. Open to Stella.

"Lina, help me find the cup!" Stella responded to Natasha's provocation with practical actions.

Soon, Lina asked Rose for a crystal cup, and then Stella actually started a fight with Natasha.

The two women obviously didn't realize the power of wine, and thought that it was just like ordinary fruit wine and could be used as a drink.

When Narant saw this, he finally gave up the treatment and let the two women fight together.

"What's this called? I just want to quietly accompany my lucky daughters in the camp!"

As the wine fight continued, the situation as expected by Narant appeared.

After the two women each drank half of the pot, they began to feel dizzy, and finally hung directly on Narant and started clinking glasses, which made the scent of Narant's nose stronger, but the wine was also splashed on his from time to time. on the body. .

The dizzy situation didn't last long. When the two of them finally drank a pot, they threw themselves on the table with a thud.

It stands to reason that Natasha's alcohol intake should be better than Stella's~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Because Stella really rarely drank in the past.

But Stella has the cultivation of a silver knight, and her body is stronger than Natasha, so the last two are considered as 'to die together'.

"Sir Narrant, what is this... how to do this?"

"Yes, Sir Narrant, what shall we do?"

The two eldest ladies fell down, but they left their little maids at a loss.

If this is spread out, it will be a shame for her own lady.

"Forget it, let them go to my tent to rest first, and then leave when they wake up!"

In the end, Narant could only reluctantly gave up his own nest.

One is the tulip flower, and the other is the future flower of the Frank family. It must not be so dazed and swaggering.