Chapter 532 On Taotie’s Self-cultivation (14)
Jiang Tang's body trembled.
grass?
"Who dares to dance on my grave?!"
"Is this what you should be paying attention to now? Are you being stoned and stupid? If you fail the mission, you will die, do you understand? You will die if your spiritual body is destroyed!"
"Really? Did you decide?"
Banbandu Nima burped out of anger and pressed out the cigar in her hand.
"If I had this authority, Jiang Tang, you would have died three hundred times."
"Oh, remember to say hello to your main system for me. When I get back alive, I must remove its motherboard chip."
"..."
Pinch this section off. Pinch it off.
After cutting off the contact, Jiang Tang lay flat and looked at the ceiling, then groped for the golden railing at the head of the bed. He broke it effortlessly with his white and tender hands, and the railing broke with a sound.
Emperor Song walked into the room again and heard a clicking sound. The man frowned slightly and turned around the screen. The next second, he saw Jiang Tang holding a gold railing as thick as a finger and stuffing it into his mouth. , and then chewed it loudly, as if chewing candy again. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the emperor would never have been able to imagine the scene in front of him.
So scary!
Jiang Tang noticed that Emperor Song was back. He stuffed the last piece of the railing into his mouth without haste, then lay down, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Do you still remember what I just told you?"
Jiang Tang turned his face.
"Where's the food?"
Jiang Tang is probably the only one in the world who dares to lie down and tell the emperor to do something.
"The imperial doctor said that you cannot eat greasy food before you recover from your serious illness, so he prepared some vegetarian food for you."
Then more than a dozen palace maids came in pushing a trolley. The trolley was divided into three layers, and each layer was filled with exquisite dishes.
The cars were lined up in front of Jiang Tang, and the maids quietly retreated.
"Eat." Jiang Tang sat up with his arms propped up, then picked up the plate and poured it into his mouth, without even using chopsticks.
Emperor Song watched with great interest as Jiang Tang ate vegetables and devoured his plate. He sat directly opposite, leaning on the back of his chair, holding tea and sipping it carefully.
"Why did you come to the palace with me that day?"
Jiang Tang thought for a while and kept talking.
"Because you said you could give me something to eat."
When the emperor heard this, he almost choked on his tea.
“Just for a bite to eat?”
Jiang Tang nodded.
"Yes, you promised me back then that I would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life. We gluttons also know that we should be content with what we have. Forget about clothes, all you have to do is provide me with three meals a day."
The emperor felt a slight lump in his heart, so this woman just followed whoever gave her food?
"I can eat three meals with you, but if you eat and drink from me, it wouldn't be too much if I take something from you."
As soon as he finished saying this, Jiang Tang had already swallowed the last plate, and then looked at the emperor eagerly.
The man suddenly felt that what he just said was a bit hot on his tongue.
This woman's appetite is terrifying.
"Your Majesty, just tell me what you want. As long as it makes me full, there is no problem in being a cow or a horse."
Well, this is Taotie's principle of dealing with things. As long as there is food, everything will be easy to talk about.
For the time being, the man in front of him is considered the richest in the world. If he hugs this golden thigh, although he cannot achieve the luxury goal of eating every meal, he should be able to do it without going hungry.
So Jiang Tang chose without hesitation to sell himself for three meals.
Emperor Song lowered his eyes slightly, turned the jade ring on his hand, and said solemnly: "I want to take one of your bones."
(End of chapter)