Marvel's Fairy Chef

As the blood disappeared, Elsa felt that her left hand began to feel slightly hot, and an indescribable feeling of relief spread throughout her body. She couldn't help but reveal her fangs, and at the same time she let out strange moans.

"The mother-in-law is really pregnant, ah, she's reacting." The chef looked at Aisha's left hand and the silver light slowly lit up, and he became uneasy. By the way, why does this thing suspended in mid-air look so familiar? And don’t scream so strangely. If you don’t know, you might think I did something strange to you.

"The treasure is really a treasure when it is born." When the vampire bosses saw the sacred object separated from Aisha's left hand, they fell to their knees one by one, and then chanted scriptures that the chef could not understand.

"Shit Seventeen, you bastard are you playing with me? What the hell is this?" As the silver light dissipated, the holy artifact that was called a treasure by a group of vampire bosses finally revealed its true face. The treasure-looking chef looked up at the sky speechlessly. How could the promised holy weapon be a spatula?

As the alien phase ended, a silver spatula engraved with exquisite patterns slowly floated to the chef.

"It's another piece of kitchen utensils." The chef covered his face with the steamed dumplings in the sea. Which fairy chef left this thing? I didn't mention the pot last time. The latter had been given to Rogers by the chef as a weapon. , but what the hell is this thing?

"My ancestors have blessed us, there is hope for our vampire clan." After being stunned for a moment, Gerald and the other bosses immediately reacted, and they all knelt down under the chef's jeans.

"Are you serious?" Upon seeing this, the big chef hurriedly stepped back. The development of the matter had far exceeded his expectations. The big chef never thought that this vampire's treasure would actually be okay. Fang subconsciously took the shovel. Jay confirmed again and again that it was really a spatula.

Damn it, this is a big joke. I will actually be the holy son of the vampire clan. When I think about myself, I will be wearing the great dress of the vampire clan in the future, with a stainless steel spatula in my hand, and a group of old monsters of unknown age crawling at my feet. The chef no longer dared to think about that scene.

"See the Holy Son!" Just as the chef continued to think, Prince Shamir and others shouted loudly again.

"Oh no, how should I say "Zhong Ai Qing Ping Shen" seems to be a line from a Qing palace drama. How should I say it to a vampire family?" The chef continued to be stunned.

"Gerald, what is the expression of the Holy Son and how long do we have to kneel?" Wenceslas lay on the ground and secretly asked the old man beside him. This was the first time they met the Holy Son of Blood. The luggage was also in accordance with the rules. It was played in a TV series. Shouldn't it be said that all ministers are equal?

"I don't know about this either. Why don't you stand up first? I just followed your example and knelt down."

"Oh no, I didn't intend to kneel down just now. I stood for a long time and wanted to relax, but I didn't expect you to kneel down in one fell swoop. I was the one who was led astray by you, okay?" Vaclav was confused.

"Then how long do you plan to kneel down?" Aisha, who was standing aside, twitched her lips as she looked at the people who were in a stalemate, and spoke helplessly.

"Is there some misunderstanding here? How could I be that holy son?" The big chef who came back to his senses quickly stuffed the spatula into Aisha's arms. I don't want to be this inexplicable. As for the Holy Son, this vampire has a very bad reputation. If that guy Nick finds out, who knows what will happen.

"Lord Holy Son, you can't say that. We all saw it. You personally activated this treasure." Prince Shamir's mouth twitched. We have bet the future of the vampire clan. How can you not play your cards according to the routine? By the way, shouldn't normal people be so excited that they are dancing for joy? Although the vampire race is not as numerous as humans, it is still a huge force. Shouldn't you be happy that you have become the supreme commander of this huge force? This look of disgust on your face What does the expression mean?

"Haha, look at the flying saucer." The chef suddenly pointed at the sky, and when everyone was stunned, Wudang Ladder, Wind God Kick, and Lingbo Microstep were all used. In the next second, he jumped hundreds of meters away, and finally didn't look back. Ran

"That Holy Son has run away." Everyone looked at the disappeared chef and looked at each other subconsciously, "Fuck me, hurry up!"

"Now we're in trouble." Unfortunately, these vampire bosses were a step too slow. By the time they chased him out of the gate, the chef had already disappeared.

"It's all your fault. Why did you kneel down? You must have scared the Holy Son away now?" Shalan's beautiful face was full of anger.

"Our Lord the Holy Son is not an ordinary person." The mature and steady Gerald pondered for a moment and said, "This matter must be taken slowly. The Lord the Holy Son is a human being and may not be able to adapt to the sudden change in his role. Anyway, we have found him. If we take back the Holy Son, there will always be a chance to convince him in the future. But what we have to do now is to tightly block the news. We have many enemies. We must not let them know that we have welcomed back the Holy Son, otherwise it will not only bring us trouble , it will even bring danger to the Holy Son."

"It makes sense." After hearing this, everyone knew what they should do.

"Let Prince Shamir be responsible for the ideological work of the Holy Son. After all, you found him. I believe you will have an advantage over us if you come forward." Gerald continued, "In addition, those little kids who are messing around outside Guys, it’s time to take care of it, things are different now, and we have to be extra careful when the stakes are high.”

"I understand." Everyone nodded again.

The day after the chef ran away, the entire vampire clan received an urgent notice from the Supreme Council.

. Ordinary vampires are strictly prohibited from attacking humans. Violators will be directly punished by being tied to a balcony to bask in the sun at dawn.

. It is strictly prohibited to open breeding farms and raise blood slaves in captivity. Violators will have all members within three generations of the participants killed.

. Establish a vampire alliance to replace the original parliamentary system.

four

"Director, what are these vampires doing?" In SHIELD, Agent Hill placed a lot of documents on Nick's desk, which recorded the abnormal behavior of the vampires. "Could it be that Barton and the others succeeded, but why didn't they reconcile?" Let’s keep in touch. We’ve lost contact for two days. It couldn’t have been an accident.”

"What do those monsters in the Great Purge want to do?" Nick looked at the information in front of him with an extremely serious look. "These guys are actually hunting the descendants of those who violated the peace agreement. Could it be that it is pressure from the government?"

"Director, there is news that our people have found that guy Barton." Just when Nick was thinking about whether to send more people to investigate the purpose of the vampire, the honest man kicked open the door.

"Get out." Nick looked at the panting Colson. Damn it, you still have no rules. You dare to kick my office door. Are you going to rebel or what?

"Ah" Colson looked confused. He was going to report an emergency.

"Head, have we contacted the headquarters?" Owen gasped in the sewer. "Those things haven't come after them yet. Why don't we take a rest first?"

"Okay, rest where you are. West, please pay attention to the situation in the water. I'll try again to see if I can contact the headquarters." Barton wiped the blood from his face. After they retreated that day, they planned to return along the same route on the map. of. But when they walked to an abandoned recycling pond, a group of giant crocodiles suddenly attacked them.

"Head, what's going on with those crocodiles? Why are there such things in the sewers of New York?" Owen wiped off the crocodile blood on the dagger. During this day, if the dagger in his hand hadn't happened to get stuck in the crocodile's mouth, he might have Already eaten by crocodiles. Owen decided that after this mission is over, he must take good care of the dagger and pass it down as a family heirloom in the future.

"You ask me, how do I know?" Barton rolled his eyes, and his mind couldn't help but think of a message he saw on the League of Legends website some time ago. It seemed that someone had reported a crocodile in the sewer. What are those bastards in the intelligence department doing that don't even know to inform them about such important information?

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