Zhao Pu sat next to the fire. Gongsun glanced at him and suddenly felt speechless...
Originally, Gongsun thought Zhao Pu's figure, status, appearance and tone would not make him look like a supreme ruler, but at least a generalissimo. But now it seems Zhao Pu is leaning on a chair, with one foot on a stool and looking ahead, looking more like a mountain king. Gongsun looked at the princes opposite, each of them looked radiant, well-dressed and at least very impressive.
Gongsun wanted to reach out and gently pull Zhao Pu, to make him pay attention to his identity as the Grand Marshal of the Army and be a little more dignified.
But before he could touch Zhao Pu, Max Xiao was holding the barbecue plate given to him by the shadow guard, and he was lying on Zhao Pu's knees, "Jiujiu, do you want to eat chicken legs?"
Zhao Pu lifted his belt and put Max Xiao on his lap, then opened his mouth and let him feed him chicken legs.
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