Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Somewhere, the person who had been living here for fear of being discovered, after listening to Feng Ying's report, was so angry that he knocked over the long table in front of him!

The sound of breaking porcelain echoed throughout the hall.

The person working in the kitchen heard the sound and came over with a manual egg beater in his hand, "Miss, what's wrong? Who made you lose such a temper after being calm for several months?"

The woman who had wrapped herself in a black cloak stood up, kicked things out of the way, walked quickly to the person who had recently been obsessed with studying recipes, and said in a voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible: "She actually said that I Playing tricks!"

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son of the Dark Temple chooses to cooperate with the Hall of All Evils. Isn't that just a little trick?"

He continued to stir the egg liquid in the basin with a whisk, and said: "I have told you before that the master of the Hall of Hundred Evils is not a qualified partner for cooperation. His hostility towards the Killing God is not as good as the others." A force, choosing him might mean choosing a helper for the Killing Temple and an enemy for us."

He glanced at the hand that was tightly grasping his arm, and even on the back of his fingers, there were several scratched scars engraved on it.

"Besides, if you were willing to admit defeat in the first place, how could there be such a drama today?"

Although he was a servant serving her, he didn't look like a servant at all. He scolded her even when he needed to scold her, and even looked down on some of her decisions.

The elders thought it would be a good experience to let her come over. After all, she had some connection with the Killing Temple. If used properly, the Dark Temple might become an existence that surpasses other temples.

As long as there are enough believers, the power will develop very quickly.

However……

Her ability to withstand and judge things after encountering things gave him a headache. If he were a servant of the Killing Temple, he would probably have a lot less worry. He doesn't even need to think about what to do next, he just needs to obey orders. .

But since he was already working for the Dark Temple, he still had to devote his loyalty, even if the rotten wood in front of him was difficult to carve.

"After all, you just think she is more suitable to be the 'Holy Son' of the Dark Temple than me!"

She pushed him away. Her body, which served as the center of the magic circle but was torn apart by the power in the tunnel, was too weak to stand for a long time. She staggered several steps before she stabilized herself with Feng Ying's help. Live the body and be supported by it.

The man who knocked the egg beater twice on the rim of the bowl saw her hunched over and gasping in pain, and said: "If you still want to recover, don't let your emotions fluctuate too much. Don't even kill people under the temple." If you don’t see it, you will kill yourself.”

"You don't have to worry!"

He ordered Feng Ying to take her back to the room and lie down. When the hood was moved to the side, the small half of her face exposed was covered with fine scratches, which showed that the rest of her body was probably the same.

Feng Ying dutifully stayed with her, watching her weakly lying on the bed and falling asleep.

After making sure she was asleep, she slipped out through the crack in the door and returned to the kitchen.

The man studying the recipe followed the instructions above and started weighing the flour. He ignored Feng Ying's report and said to himself: "Maybe I should beat the eggs later."

Feng Ying had no choice but to wait nearby.

After a while, when the man finally put the finished things in the oven, he said: "It is better to leave this kind of matter to others. It is not convenient for her to come forward."