The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 99

[Article 99]

It flew past his face and landed on the ground in front of him.

Osvid closed the door with his backhand, took two steps to pick up the thing, and instantly turned green, it was a boot.

Two seconds later, the emperor’s anger faintly sounded outside the door: “You throw your boots at me, don’t you want to live?!”

His Excellency Kevin Fassbender was still very arrogant on this day, but the next day he He couldn’t be proud, because after a night of sleep, his two ghost claws with white bones finally lost consciousness and were out of control.

He couldn’t even sit up on the bed, two skeletal arms hanging lifelessly at his sides.

Kevin: “…”

Fortunately, since he was imprisoned here, His Majesty, dear Emperor, has developed the habit of going here every morning and evening according to the rules of three meals a day, so that Kevin once thought he lived where he lived. Not a bedroom, but a roll call reporting hall.

Chickens don’t have his time.

So early in the morning, when Osvid pushed the door and came in, Kevin, who was paralyzed in bed, forgot all the weird feelings from last night. Ah, Your Majesty.”

Osvid didn’t notice the problem at first, leaned against the door and crossed his arms and said, “This is the first time in my life I’ve seen someone lying in bed and greeting someone.”

Kevin rolled his eyes: “You don’t? Did you

see it?”

“How long are you going to stay? They’re ready to bring breakfast.” Oswei asked.

Kevin: “…Do me a favor.”

It was unprecedented for him to ask for help. Osvid raised his eyebrows and said with a novel look: “What are you doing, say.”

“I probably won’t get up .

Now, I don’t feel my hand, you help me sit up.” Kevin said.

Osvid: “…”

He was almost stunned for a moment, then immediately straightened his body, strode to the bedside and bent over to look at Kevin’s finger bones: “What do you mean by not feeling anything?”

“I haven’t moved all night, it’s rusted.” Kevin thought for a while. A very reasonable explanation, “Stop talking nonsense, get me up.”

Osvid stopped sneering at him, but frowned, holding his head and hugging him up.

“Okay, okay, just lean on the head of the bed, I’m fine elsewhere,” Kevin said.

“Waist forward,” Oswald said, tucking a cross pillow behind Kevin to keep him from leaning too uncomfortable.

“Your Majesty, the breakfast for Your Excellency Commander is ready.” The inner waiter outside the door reminded in a low voice.

Osvid didn’t let the waiter in, but brought the dinner plate by himself and put it on the bedside table.

Kevin: “…”

Osvid: “…” The

two looked at each other for a while, and Osvid finally couldn’t help raising the corner of his mouth, and said in a leisurely manner: “It seems that you can’t do it yourself. Kevin silently glanced at

the

plate full of hearty food, and then glanced at Osvid, only to think that this bastard had the big words “pleased” written on his face.

Obviously, this guy is very keen to see people and be soft.

“You should be thankful that I didn’t follow your example when I was a child, and I learned to be an earth-shattering bastard. Otherwise—” Osvid said casually: “At this time, I must hold the food to your mouth, Say: ‘You can eat if you want, beg me’.”

Kevin: “… Your brain is broken?” You

can’t find a few people in the world who still owe you so much, even the emperor would endure it. He couldn’t help but be amazed.

Osvid smiled inwardly, his face tensed, and with the face of the late mother, he put the food in the tray spoonful to Kevin’s mouth.

The one who was served didn’t have any self-awareness at all, and commanded very calmly: “Shrimp soup, two mouthfuls.” “Give me

a sweet fruit.”

“One mouthful of rye bread.” “No.

”

Osvid stared at The two plank leaves on the silver fork: “…you’ve lived for so many years and you’re still picky eaters, so embarrassed?”

Kevin didn’t understand: “How long you live has a direct relationship with whether you eat or not?”

Osvid : “Let’s be reasonable, you need to eat a little more of the Pulan leaves to replenish blood.”

Kevin sneered and didn’t care: “My arms haven’t been sealed yet, they just replenished blood, and the wound is here. It’s

time to let it go, are you stupid?”

“What kind of nonsense are you doing?”

In a word, no matter what, the great and handsome former bright and current commander is extremely disgusted with pulan leaves. Soft bugs.”

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