Chapter 1501: Stop, tyrant 38

Chapter 1501 stands, tyrant 38
The north rain licked his lips and smiled. "It's OK."
Everyone saw her dare to speak like this, and the one in her heart was called shock.
The people in their presence, even Feng Yi, who relied heavily on Feng Chi and Long Er, did not dare to talk to him, nor even dared to look at him.
Her calmness and her calmness have made everyone stunned and admired.
Feng Chi’s eyebrows were slightly picked.
Come on, all the people in the imperial kitchen are executed. A food that the female slaves disliked, and dare to let the king eat.

The guards of the second dragon left immediately.
Northern Rain was angry in his heart, but his face did not show anger. Because she knows that if she is jealous of him or pleads for them, it will only strengthen the determination of the tyrant to kill them.
Bei Yuxi smiled and said: "My king, who was high above, now knows what food he has eaten before. Those chefs should kill, they dare to fool my king."
Feng Chio asked with interest: "What do you think should be done?"
"Of course it is a thousand dollars." Bei Yuqi smiled back.
When Gesang heard the rain in the north, he was shocked again. She couldn't imagine it at all, and these vicious words would be spoken from her mouth.
Feng Chi's lips and a hook, "This is what you want, this king is as you wish. Long Er, commanded."
The north rains are secretly anxious.
Damn, why didn't he sing against himself?
"Wu Wang Shengming." The north rain face still maintains a shallow smile.
Feng Chi looked at the forbearance of her eyes. Although she had a good shadow, she could not escape his eyes. She wants to save those cooks, but he is not as good as her.
When he saw him in the north, he did not miss the meaning of the cooks. He already had a bad feeling in his heart.
Perhaps, the tyrant has already guessed her intentions.
"Since the king said that he wants to follow my wishes, I feel that this slashing is too common, there is nothing new, how to change another."
Feng Chi’s interest is good,
Which kind?

"Since they are cooks, why not let them use their cooking skills to determine their own lives and deaths. Whose cooking can conquer everyone, he has the right to decide other life and death, is not more interesting."
Feng Chi fingers tapping on the table, seems to be considering the feasibility of her method.
The north rain is calm and calm, but my heart is unusually nervous.
Feng Chi was moody and she could not see through.
Feng Chi’s faint gaze passed over her face, and her lips screamed at the corner of her lips.
This king feels better.

The north rains and the heart sinks, and the heart has already determined that he must know his intentions.
He has been playing with her.
He never thought about letting go of the chefs.
No matter what attitude she is, whether she really wants them to die or wants them to live, he will not let them go.
The smile on the lips of the north rain converges.
Her transformation, Feng Chi is not unexpected.
"Their death law has been chosen, now it is your turn. You guess, do you want to be a thousand knives or a five-horse corpse?" Feng Chi looked at her with a sly look.
The northern rain blew the wind and asked: "Are you let me choose?"
"Yes. Choose the one you want to die."
Bei Yu said with a smile: "Then I have to think about how to make myself die less painful. If you have a poisoned wine, you can't do it, you can't, it's too painful. Hanging, it hurts too long, it doesn't work."

(End of this chapter)