My Husband's Subordinates Want to Take Me to Bed Every Night- Chapter 21
Chapter 21 : Ability of the White-haired Demon
When Lien woke up, the man next to her wasn't there, but the plate was beautifully arranged, and it was delivered earlier.
It seems that because of Kessert's special instructions, there is only one breakfast delivered today.
The devils actually doesn't need to eat, but he would eat with her in order to accompany her.
The woman with black hair and black eyes sat at the dining table made of colored glass, humming a relaxing tune, holding up a knife and fork to cut all the food on the plate into a size suitable for her mouth. She then smiled and rolled her eyes, happily enjoying the food in front of her eyes.
Among other things, the food in Demon King's City was really delicious, better than any high-end restaurant she had ever eaten at.
She would really like to know who is cooking it.
Did that person appear at the Ceremony?
If he is also a devil, how can he cook such delicious delicacies even though he obviously does not need to eat.
Li En was actually quite curious.
She chewed the pieces of meat carefully, and the delicious and juicy minced meat collided with the chef's specially prepared sauce, exuding a taste of ecstasy.
It smells so good!
It's been a long time since I have eaten such delicious food. It's such a blessing to be able to eat such food every day.
The mood of the woman who finished eating the breakfast was particularly pleasant.
Humming, she walked into the shower and took a quick rinse.
Li En didn't dry her hair, she just wrapped it in a towel and tied it on top of her head, and then she found a short skirt to put it on.
There is no hair dryer in the Demon Realm.
Normally, Kessert used magic power to summon hot air to dry her hair. Otherwise, when she was on Earth, she would never be bothered to dry her hair.
Lien remembered that before she went to sleep, Kessert had told her that after breakfast, Posaton would come and lead her to observe the whole city. Now the white-haired demon must be coming over to her!
While waiting for Posaton to come over, Lien sat back on the carved wooden armchair, resting her chin on the back of the chair, and staring at the place with a pair of black star eyes without blinking. On the sandalwood cabinet, the turquoise dragon egg is supported by copper and iron withered flowers, and is lightly poked with fingertips from time to time.
What Kessert didn't say, Lien couldn't figure it out.
The mystery of why it is a Grass dragon can only be answered on the day it breaks out of it's shell.
Leaving aside those things, Lien is really looking forward to the birth of the Grass Dragon.
At that time, I will definitely give it a cool name.
The third young master of the Ke family? Jiang Qigong?
That's all, it's not too late to think about it when it breaks its shell.
Just when Lien was smiling, and fantasizing about riding a dragon soaring in the air, there was a knocking sound from the solid wood door, accompanied by the still gentle voice.
"Queen, I have come to pick you up."
Here comes Posaton.
Lien arranged the wooden chair she was sitting on, sat on it upright, turned up the volume, and called in the person who was outside.
Before the sound of the doorknob snapping sounded, the white-haired devil was already in front of Lien.
"This minister sees Your Highness the Queen." Posaton knelt down, looked down at the woman's feet in slippers, and then raised it up again. Those blue eyes looked straight at the Human Queen sitting on the wooden chair.
Lien met the sight of the white-haired demon. As if competing with each other, neither of the two smiling was willing to leave first.
The woman smiled beautifully, as if remembering something, and asked the other party an abrupt question, "Posaton, can you summon the wind?"
Posaton raised his eyebrows. Although he was puzzled, he still answered truthfully, "Yes, but the range and power are not great."
Not great! How great is that?
"Can you show me?"
"Here?"
"Yes here!"
"All right then!"
Lien saw the man get up from the ground, turn his head and walk to the balcony, opened the French window, and walked out.
Curiously, she followed the white-haired demon to the balcony, and saw him raise his right hand and mutter a section of demon dialect.
Immediately, a whirlwind visible to the naked eye surged up on the ground within a radius of one meter around Posaton, and a white light source converged on his palm raised flat.
The next moment, centered on the man, a strong hurricane blew up, and a white vortex in his hand rushed forward like a swimming dragon, and there was an unknown bursting sound in the distance.
If this is called 'the scope and power are not great', then what is great?
It's power is so great that she has to lower her figure to stand still.
Lien covered the wind blade with her hand, and she could barely see the white demon in the vortex with half-closed eyes.
Posaton put down his raised hand, but the wind blades around him remained the same.
At this moment, with his white hair fluttering, he walked towards her like a god descending.
Lien was already upright, standing by the window, waiting for him.
Even though the wind pressure messed up her hair, the white towel wrapped around her head flew to nowhere.
And most of her hair was already dry, leaving only the ends with some moisture.
Although the process was different from what she imagined, at least her goal was achieved.
The woman raised one corner of her mouth and whistled playfully at the white-haired demon.
Posaton smiled back, "I made a fool of myself."
Both of them glanced at each other.
Is it true that he is Kessert's subordinate?
So what is the strength of her man?
The woman said while thinking.
"Lead the way! Posaton, I want to go to the library."
That is the place that best reflects the rise and fall of an era.
After finished speaking, the woman turned around and retreated into the room.
"Yes, Your Highness."
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