He was struggling, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and a plate of exquisite pastries in his palm looked up along the light blue sleeves. It was Shen Jiuli's expressionless face: "Eat this, can you replenish your physical strength...?"

Amo looked up at him, then raised his hand to push his hand away, and yawned lazily: "I don't want to eat your stuff."

He turned his eyes to Xue Yilan again: "I remember you baking wild game well?"

Xue Yilan looked at the forest below and his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll take you down to roast wild game!" He half-wrugged Amo's waist and rushed to the place that had not been covered by purple smoke. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dense forest without any shadow.

Shen Jiuli's arm slowly shrank back, and the pastries in his palm were even steaming. The sweet taste was lingering in the air. It was the most successful pastry he had made, and no one would care about it anymore today.

That's good...

He slowly raised his hand, and the pastry in his palm turned into powder. When the wind blew, the powder floated without a trace.

He sat slowly on the clouds, lowering his eyes to meditate.

...

A bunch of bonfires.

A pheasant was about to be roasted on the bonfire, and the golden chicken skin was rolling down, and the aroma was scent.

Xue Yilan looked at A Mo who was sleeping beside her, and then looked up at the sky in the distance.

When Shen Jiuli saw that he and Amoru are intimate, he didn't respond and didn't chase after him. Could it be that he really gave up?

The pheasant was roasted, and he turned his hand. The hot pheasant was already at a very suitable temperature. Then he gently patted Amo and handed her the roasted pheasant.

Amo's eyes lit up and he took it. It seemed that she was really hungry, like a wind storm. In a moment, a chicken had become a pile of chicken bones.

Xue Yilan's lips twitched slightly, and his Momo's appetite was great.

At this time, it was already dark. Under the bonfire, Amo's eyes were bright. After eating a chicken, she was still a little unsatisfied: "Xueyilan, bake more."

"Momo, aren't you full?"

A Mo shook his head: "Sloppy." In fact, she felt a little bit supportive, but there was a position in her chest that she always felt a little blank, and she couldn't fill in any amount of things.

So Xue Yilan started baking things again.

He is very easy to hunt now and does not have to get up. As long as he blows a whistle, all kinds of small animals will come to him automatically.

Xue Yilan randomly selected a few varieties with tender meat, small and fat, and slaughtered one by one barbecue, and charcoal-burned charcoal-burned charcoal-burned...

He intended to show his skills in front of her, and naturally did his best to make it to the most delicious.

"Momo, what exactly is this purple smoke?"

Ah Mo was gnawing on a rabbit's leg. She glanced at the air and shook her head slightly: "I have never seen it before, but the God Lord should be aware of it. He should explain it to everyone if everyone is together later."

Xue Yilan's eyes moved slightly. He was not very interested in Zi Yan, but he was interested in what A Mo just said.

These days, when Amo occasionally mentioned Shen Jiuli to him, he called him his name and said that Shen Jiuli was like this, but this time he directly called the other party's identity. The meaning of strangeness was beyond words.

What exactly happened between her and Shen Jiuli?

How could it be this point again?
Chapter completed!