The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 8

[Part 8]

Awesome!

Learn to dig graves and lift coffins, right?

!

”

Osvid replied without hesitation: “No!

Without confirming it, rashly rushed out?

Why are you so interesting?

”

I’ve always been so interesting–” Kevin raised his foot to give him a slap.

It’s a dream to expect him to be gentle in the military. Kevin has a deceptive, gentle face. There is no other place that can be related to “Sven Moderate”. As a

result, as soon as his foot is lifted, Kevin suddenly comes back from the habitual mode: “…” Yes, the sole of the shoe is facing the emperor, How should I put it down casually…

“…” Osvid finally remembered his current identity, he stared at the soles of the shoes parked in front of him for a while, and mocked: “Having been dizzy for so many years, Fassbender It’s not easy for Your Excellency to kick so high.

Just as Kevin and Osvid looked at each other, the carriage door was tapped three times.

Kevin put down his legs without saying a word, turned his head to open the door: ” Who—

” Without

saying a word, he saw the little boy from before. The lion rattled and climbed into the carriage, saying: “That curly-haired man neither let me go, nor allowed me to climb the vulture, so he had to drive me into the carriage.

”

” Curly hair?

Which curl?

Kevin looked out and saw Mio in front of him turning his head and waving at him.

Fortunately, you still have a little conscience.

Kevin muttered to himself, and dragged the boy in without a word. Car.

Osvid snorted, frowned and said impatiently: “Why, you don’t bother the little brat anymore, and you still take the initiative to bring one when you go out?

The

boy blinked, and without asking for a seat, he leaned against the corner familiarly, sat down cross-legged, and said, “No, I was beaten several times by him yesterday.

”

Kevin: “…” What kind of blindness did you sue a stranger?

The boy turned his head and sneezed towards the door, rubbed his slightly yǎngyǎng nose, and said in a loud voice, “But he showed me yesterday that I wasn’t the worst, and he used to bring a little boy about my age. Child, that one is worse than me, and I don’t know which unlucky person it is.”

Unlucky Osvid: “…”

Kevin grabbed the boss a vinegarberry from the fruit plate on the table, and unceremoniously Stuffed it into the boy’s mouth and gagged him tightly.

The boy was so sour that he burst into tears, and he really didn’t care about making trouble.

Osvid said slowly: “Show off…”

Kevin looked serious: “No.”

Osvid snorted briefly, rubbed his shoulders around him, and sat firmly. He got down, resting on his knees with one hand, picked up a map on the table with the other and continued to look, ignoring Kevin again.

This man was sitting very stiffly, with his knees open domineeringly, as if he would feel wronged for his long legs if he closed it a little.

In short, he occupied the entire horizontal seat by himself, the only place in the carriage to sit.

Kevin swept his gesture back and forth twice, and simply leaned against the car door and said, “Excuse me, Your Majesty, you have to put me in the carriage, where are you going to let me sit?”

Osvid raised his eyelids .

, picked up the half glass of fruit wine on the table and took a sip. Just as he was about to speak, the wagon wheel squeaked twice, and the body suddenly moved.

The horse eagle that pulled the cart couldn’t fly because it was too strong, but the huge pair of wings was the best help when moving forward.

As soon as the wings were lifted, the strong wind was hunting, and the carriage immediately galloped.

Kevin, who was leaning against the car door, was caught off guard, was thrown by Xing Xing, knocked over the square table, and hit Osvid hard, knocking off the silver cup in his hand.

Kevin quickly propped up his body, adjusting to his balance in the midst of the galloping speed.

He managed to stabilize, and found that not a drop of the knocked fruit wine was left, and all of it was poured into Osvid’s crotch, probably as a retribution for him to occupy two seats with his legs crossed.

Osvid’s face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot: “…”

He glanced down and said to Kevin, “Did you run away from home with your cerebellum? Flying out of the carriage?”

Kevin subconsciously wanted to say, “You’re skinny again, aren’t you?”, but fortunately he was pulled back by reason before he exited.

It was rare for him to look back, and he didn’t expect Osvid to point him to a seat. He simply sat down on the spot, leaning against the wall of the carriage, like the boy.

Closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, he thought a little worriedly: I can’t help but want to beat the emperor, how can this be good.

The wheels were spinning so fast, Kevin swayed for a while, and actually fell asleep.

When he wakes up again,