Hearing this voice, Feng Jiu raised his eyes and looked: "Come on? Sit down, we are talking about this spiritual wine!"

While talking, Feng Jiu poured him a small glass: "Try it, the wine has a lot of momentum. I only took a small sip and felt my whole body warm up."

"Oh? Then I want to taste it." Mo Chen sat down next to Fengjiu, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and then nodded: "Yes, this should be the old wine of the year."

Xuanyuan Moze looked at him, his eyes fell on his eyes that were still covered with blood stasis. He felt inexplicably happy and said, "Why haven't your eyes been applied to medicine yet? It seems that the color is much darker."

Hearing this, Mo Chen looked at him and smiled and said, "I've applied it. It's still the plaster given by Fengjiu. It's very cold. I thought to apply another layer when I rest at night." As he said that, he paused and looked at Fengjiu and said, "The plaster of the ghost doctor is very precious. I have to save some use and keep the rest as a souvenir."

Seeing the two of them fighting each other, Feng Jiu smiled embarrassedly and said to them: "Come on, eat quickly so that the dishes will not get cold." As he said that, he picked up some dishes for Xuanyuan Moze.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze's face slowed down, and he didn't bother with Mo Chen. Instead, he held vegetables for Fengjiu. Knowing that she liked to eat one of the salt and shrimps, he peeled several of them. When she saw her a little greedy glass, she signaled Leng Shuang to pour wine beside her, and said to her, "Drink less wine, eat something to put it on your stomach first."

Mo Chen looked around, and a hint of surprise flashed through his calm eyes. Yes, he didn't expect that Xuanyuan Moze, a strong man who has always been in the upper hand, would be so gentle and considerate when facing his beloved woman.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't believe that he would do something like peeling shrimps.

Seeing the kind of spiritual connection between the two without too much words, he couldn't help but feel a little envious. The two didn't talk much, Feng Jiu was responsible for eating, Xuanyuan Moze was responsible for picking up vegetables and peeling the shells. The warm and natural sense of happiness was full of overflowing, and even he, the bystander, could feel the warmth between the two.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes and ate the dishes slowly with the dishes. What he thought in his heart was that for the immortal cultivator, his life was too long. How lucky is Xuanyuan Moze to meet a person who was happy to spend his whole life together.

"Mo Chen, haven't asked you why you came here yet? Is there anything wrong?" Feng Jiu looked at Mo Chen who was eating. He had already fasted the food and only tasted the food at this table.

However, she is different from him. Even if she is fasting, she still prefers grains and meat. Just like the food on this table, rice is spiritual rice, vegetables are spiritual vegetables, and even meat is spiritual bird.

Hearing this, Mo Chen glanced at them and said, "Well, there is something wrong." As he said, he put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine. Then he said slowly, "I'm here to follow you this time. After the work here is over, you should go to the upstream continent, right? I can accompany you."

"No need, I will accompany her at that time." Xuanyuan Moze said. He glanced at him and knew that this person was here to make things difficult for him.

Feng Jiu was also a little surprised. She glanced at him deeply and asked, "What's the reason?"
Chapter completed!