Zongman chat group: Second dimension magic repair plunder entry

"What's going on? You're actually using your own tail to make food?"

"Yes, it's delicious!"

Thor stuffed several more large pieces into his mouth, chewing happily, and then gave Yamato a thumbs up.

Yamato felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Who would use their own flesh to cook, and then invite others to eat it?

Xue Lingfeng also noticed the little incident at this time, and seeing Thor happily eating there, she couldn't help but feel helpless:

"This Thor."

"It was quite fun."

Xue Lingxu sat next to him, chuckling softly.

"child."

Frederick the Great, standing to Xue Lingfeng's other side, carefully held a pastry to Xue Lingfeng's lips.

Xue Lingfeng opened her mouth and took a bite of the pastry. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, exuding a rich milky aroma. The filling was a smooth milk cake.

"The taste is not bad, but the dairy products in it..."

Xue Lingfeng immediately shifted her gaze to Frederick the Great's northern hemispheres and deep cleavage, which were revealed by his evening gown.

How could he not know where the dairy products used to make this dessert came from?

After all, he had drunk it himself.

He just didn't expect that Frederick the Great would actually use his own... to make pastries.

"How is it, child? Is it delicious?"

Frederick the Great looked at him with loving eyes, her gaze fixed solely on Xue Lingfeng.

Is the child thirsty?

Then Frederick the Great picked up a cup from the side; the liquid inside was still warm and emitted a rich fragrance.

Xue Lingfeng could clearly smell it; it was the scent of Frederick the Great.

Xue Lingfeng drank the "milk" in one gulp and exclaimed in admiration.

"Frederick the Great's juice still tastes as mellow and delicious as ever."

After listening to this, Frederick the Great smiled gently, after all, she was originally a child.

Chapter 339 Angry Little Jiajia

A corner of the banquet.

Xiao Jia frowned deeply.

His eyes were fixed on the wine glasses stacked like a pyramid on the table.

This wine tower has a unique structure, so wine can only be drawn from top to bottom.

The slightest mistake could cause the entire wine tower to collapse instantly, like a precariously teetering tower of building blocks.

The wine tower in front of us is ridiculously tall.

Little Jiajia tilted her head back, her gaze climbing up the layers of wine glasses, her brows furrowing even more.

Looking at the wine glass at the top of the wine tower...

At this moment, Little Jiajia glared angrily at the top glass of wine with her purple eyes.

Seriously, how did they stack them so high?

Didn't you even consider how lovely little Sarah feels?

Little Jiajia was puffing up her cheeks, her bright purple eyes wide open.

He stared intently at the wine glass at the top of the wine tower, trying to "pull" it down with his gaze.

She was making plans in her mind, her gaze shifting back and forth between the surrounding crowd and the wine tower.

Finally, they made up their minds and prepared to call in their carrier-based aircraft for help.

at this time,

A slender, fair hand gracefully entered her field of vision.

The wine glass at the top of the wine tower was removed without any effort.

Little Jiajia froze on the spot, her gaze fixed, before slowly shifting her eyes to the owner of that hand.

What came into view was Sister Lexington, dressed in a pure white ball gown.

The skirt draped gently, like flowing moonlight, exuding a warm and elegant aura.

Her long, flaxen hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a soft sheen under the light.

On her delicate face, a gentle smile shone like the warm spring sun, and a slight blush resembled a wisp of cloud on the horizon, adding to her charming shyness.

"Sister Lexington."

Looking at the familiar and friendly face before her, Jiajia's face instantly lit up with a bright smile.

He eagerly reached out, ready to take the wine glass that symbolized the "fruits of victory".

however,

Her hand grasped at empty air.

"Little Jiajia, be good, little kids shouldn't drink alcohol."

Mrs. Lexington smiled warmly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, tinged with tenderness.

Upon hearing this, Jiajia's smile instantly froze.

Instead, his face was filled with disappointment and resentment.

He looked like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

Her lips pursed slightly as she muttered softly:

"What do you mean children can't drink alcohol? Lafite is always drinking, and she's a destroyer."

"Why can't my lovely little sister Sarah drink it? Little sister Sarah is an aircraft carrier!"

As she spoke, Jiajia stomped her foot angrily, determined to have a good argument with this Lexington sister.

Just as Jiajia was feeling very depressed,

With his other hand holding a glass of wine, he reached out from behind her at an angle.

He steadily placed the wine glass on the table in front of her.

As if a mechanism had been triggered, Xiao Jiajia suddenly turned her head.

Behind them stood the blonde Saratoga, a mischievous smile on her face.

Those bright, beautiful eyes sparkled with a playful light, hiding countless quirky and clever ideas.

"Hehe, little sister, here you go."

As the blonde Saratoga spoke, she winked, her smile growing even brighter.

"After you finish this cup, little sister, you must grow up quickly!"

Little Jiajia stared wide-eyed, her face filled with astonishment at the "self" before her who was completely different from herself.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she felt both ashamed and annoyed.

"Damn it, Sarah isn't a little sister!"

She clenched her small fists, glared fiercely at the blonde Saratoga, and muttered to herself:

"Damn it, why is my version of myself in another world so mischievous?!"

Not far away, the idol Lexington stood quietly, her long pink hair falling smoothly over her shoulders.

She watched quietly as little Gaga and Saratoga, from another world, played and joked together, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

A faint smile slowly appeared on her face, a smile full of tolerance and love, warm and beautiful.

"Commander."

Yorktown META, dressed in an exquisitely tailored black evening gown, moved silently behind Xue Lingfeng like an elf in the night.

Her originally pale face was now flushed with a rosy blush, just like the clouds on the horizon dyed by the setting sun, delicate and beautiful.

Xue Lingfeng tilted his head slightly, and a faint aroma of wine wafted into his nostrils.

He turned his head, his gaze landing on Yorktown META.

Seeing her slightly dazed eyes and her charmingly drunken appearance, he gently pulled her into his arms.

"Commander, there are so many! Yorktown really likes you, Commander."

Yorktown META, slightly tipsy, spoke with a soft voice like the melodious chirping of birds in spring.

She gently buried her head in Xue Lingfeng's arms, like a lazy kitten, seeking warmth and a sense of security.

The blush on her face became even more vibrant under the light, making her look incredibly charming and beautiful.

Xue Lingfeng looked at the Yorktown META in her arms and reached out her hand.

Gently pinching her delicate chin, he slightly lifted her face and whispered:

Yorktown, you can't hold your liquor.

Yorktown has a low alcohol tolerance; even a little bit of alcohol will make his cheeks flush and his eyes glaze over.

Unexpectedly, the Yorktown META was the same; after only a few bites, I was already tipsy.

However, this is also because Yorktown META did not use her own strength to refine these wines; otherwise, with her current abilities, dispelling the effects of the wine would be a piece of cake.

"Commander."

Yorktown META murmured again, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry. She snuggled closer to Xue Lingfeng, a happy smile on her face.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Xue Lingfeng couldn't help but reach out and pat her head, his fingers gently gliding through her soft hair, his gaze softening even more.

"Gurgling, gurgling, gurgling..."

not far away,

Lafite was holding a bottle of 82 Lafite, drinking it heartily as if no one else was around, the wine dripping from the corner of her mouth onto the ground.

Nagato stood to the side, her eyes glancing at Xue Lingfeng from time to time, her gaze carrying a hint of barely perceptible longing and shyness.

"Does the Divine Child still crave the Commander's favor?"

Shinano appeared beside Nagato at some point, a faint blush on her face.

Several snow-white tails swayed gently behind it, like dancing ribbons.

She extended a fair, jade-like hand, holding a glass of wine, and offered it to Nagato, speaking softly.

"Shinano, don't talk nonsense."

Nagato trembled slightly upon hearing Shinano's words, as if the softest part of his heart had been touched.

The scene of being held by the commander last time flashed through her mind, and the blush on her face deepened instantly, spreading all the way to her ears.

She instinctively shrank back, her eyes filled with shyness, and whispered:

"Last time... I felt like I was going to break down. Commander is just too... too amazing."

Shinano smiled gently as she looked at Nagato's shy expression.

Without saying anything more, he simply extended his hand.

He gently patted Laffey and Nagato's heads.

In another corner of the banquet,

The purifier was crouching low, carefully hiding behind a huge potted plant.

He kept fiddling with the things in his hands, muttering something to himself from time to time, and looked rather sneaky.