The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

Commander Lu Ying was stunned by Zhu Changsheng's training, and then he shivered suddenly. He recovered and quickly urged the person in charge of the cooking.

"You have to hurry up, don't neglect Elder Xiaoman!!"

"Captain Lu, we are all speeding up! However, without Miss Yingxue, we are all a little messy!"

Chief Lu Ying frowned and asked with a look of doubt: "Where has Miss Yingxue gone?"

"I don't know! From the beginning of the war, no one was seen!"

Chief Lu Ying was puzzled, but he couldn't take care of that much. "It doesn't matter, you hurry up, you must make it before the meal. If you neglect Elder Xiaoman and the others, you are the only one who asks."

Now not only Zhu Changsheng, Commander Lu, but everyone else knew that Luo Xiaoman was amazing.

Although they were a little offensive before, but when they calm down and think about it, they can't help but creep.

They were so tired of competing with such a powerful person for the baby.

If Luo Xiaoman is upset, in a rage, give them a hammer, but no one can cover it.

They should be fortunate that Hong Nanguo is now deterred by Luo Xiaoman, and the opponent is afraid to come here in a short time due to the presence of such a big Buddha in Zhu Yanguo.

In any case, they are now calm and sober, recognizing their previous ignorance, and ignorance. Fortunately, there was a prince who was carrying around, otherwise the result would be really hard to tell.

As night fell, the frontier bonfire dinner was scheduled on time.

The crowd gathered around a fire, talking and laughing, talking about today's battle.

"Elder Xiaoman, this cup is for you." Chief Lu Ying came over with a wine glass, and said apologetically, "If you offend today, please forgive me."

Luo Xiaoman hooked his lips and also picked up a wine glass...

Suddenly, a cold look slanted over, making her stunned.

"Yuan, I'm seventeen years old now, I can drink a little bit." Luo Xiaoman pouted and said coquettishly.

"No." Mo Yuan frowned, and said with a serious face: "One year before, he is still a minor. If you are a minor, you shouldn't drink!"

"Hahaha, Master Mo Yuan, it's okay to drink a little bit!" Chief Lu Ying laughed, and couldn't help but persuade him: "On this battlefield, there is no soul without wine and meat."

However, Mo Yuan still looked at Luo Xiaoman quietly.

"Captain Lu, I'm sorry!" Luo Xiaoman smiled, and graciously picked up a glass of water, "I will use water instead of wine."

Commander Lu Ying was startled slightly. It seemed that he didn't expect that Luo Xiaoman, who was previously domineering, would listen to Master Mo Yuan's words so well.

"Okay, okay." He awkwardly clinked glasses with Luo Xiaoman, then drank it.

"Huh? Third prince, why are you still wearing a mask?" At this moment, Chief Lu Ying turned around and just saw Yingxue wearing a mask. He was silent, and he walked over.

"You performed well today. Come, let's have one."

"No!"

A trace of panic flashed in Yingxue's eyes, and she quickly declined to say: "I am a little tired today, so I won't drink more, you have fun."

"Three princes, do you look down on Lu?" Commander Lu frowned, and said angrily: "Although I am only a battalion commander, at least I will throw my head and blood for Zhu Yanguo. Could it be a drink with you? Is it so difficult?"

"No, it's not!"

Yingxue was startled, somehow at a loss.

If he had a drink with Chief Lu Ying now, he would definitely reveal his identity, who was too strong to drink.