Chapter 1057： Delicacy

Jing Jing put out her tongue and asked, "Aren't you the same as Leng Ming? Isn't it a joke?"

"Liao Gu and I are also in the same class." Song Ning said.

Jing Jing was stunned, and then remembered that Liao Gu died in front of Song Ning in the cave. At that time, Song Ning could still stay in the water indifferently, which shows that the relationship between their blood Lanzong disciples is indeed Not so good, but Leng Ming is Leng's family. Song Ning has the blood of Leng Jia in his body. Is it possible that Song Ning has no contact with Leng Ming at all?

"Then ... what shall we do now?" Jing Jing asked.

"Come with them, don't let them discover for now, look at their movements." Song Ning said.

The two thus converged. Xianli walked towards Leng Ming and other people. They were cautious at first. After all, they did n’t know how safe this stealth cloak would be, but when they got close to Leng Ming, the others had not been caught. After the discovery, the two were relieved. At this moment Leng Ming and others sat safely, while Song Ning and the two were sitting next to them in stealth cloaks. Even at such a short distance, they failed to find anything.

Jing Jing thought it was fun, and wanted to reach out and play a cold face, but when she just reached out and thought of Song Ning, she did it again.

Not long after the two sat down, it was at the time of the three o'clock on the sun, Leng Ming suddenly got up, and immediately after Leng Ming got up, a small number of people also followed up, together there are more than a dozen, and now gathered here The number of monks is only fifty or sixty.

These ten monks just got up, and heard a stranger's yin and yang blaze on the other side: "Oh, are you going to hunt again?"

"What's with you?" Leng Ming narrowed his eyes.

"It's none of my business. After all, you are going to kill Youmeng to fill your hunger. That taste is sour. It's sour. Unlike us, we can only eat dry food brought in from outside." The person is a disciple of the Celestial Palace. The disciples of the Celestial Palace died before and killed themselves in front of Song Ning, and now there are only two people left. However, the two of them did not show panic. After all, they are already dead and wounded in this Demon Valley Among them, the strength of the two of them is also among the top among many monks. Even though the strength of Leng Ming is similar to them, but they are not even superior, they are naturally not afraid.

But the most important thing is not what their strength is, but now they are mostly on the side, there are only fifty or sixty monks in total, and there are about forty people on their side. As for the cold side, there are only more than ten. People, this gap can be seen.

Just when these people talked about food, Song Ning saw the faces of more than a dozen people in Leng Ming's face looking hard, and when he thought about the "eating a dream" said by the disciples of the Green Palace just that day, Song Ning also understood that, After Yumeng's death, it will automatically dissipate after a period of time. Use this kind of thing to fill up the hunger, let alone fill up the stomach for a while, not necessarily how it tastes. When I think of those Yumeng, they eat humans and they eat. In Yumeng, Song Ningxin had some nausea in his heart. It's no wonder that when he heard the food, the people on the cold side were very ugly.

"They have no food." Jing Jing chuckled.

Song Ning just smiled lightly and looked at these people with interest. One day, the monk needed to eat, and he would have a headache because of the food.

Leng Ming was naturally unwilling to show his weakness after being ridiculed: "I want to see how much dry food is on your side. According to common sense, monks rarely bring their own food in the storage ring. I don't know why you bring your own food. , But more than forty people eat at the same time, I want to see how long your food can last. "

This remark came out, and the disciples of the Green Palace really looked bright that day. Obviously, their food reserves were running low.

"Oh, it's better than you. There is some dry food on my side, but if there are Taoists who want to taste the taste of dry food, you can come over and trust me." The disciples of the Tianqing Palace said proudly, while speaking directly from the storage Take out a biscuits from the ring.

Sure enough, under the "reward", someone turned away, and the short, thin-faced monk ran towards the Celestial Palace monk, while running sideways said: "Leng Daoyou, it's not my mutiny, but I can't stand it anymore, I want to eat! "

He slobbered as he spoke, and his eyes were all biscuits at the moment.

"Haha, hahahaha, lenient, did you see that?" The Green Palace disciple laughed that day, he was not stingy, he directly gave the biscuits to the yellow skinny monk: "Eat, eat, let them know this biscuits how is the taste."

"Well! It's delicious, it's delicious." The monk is like a person who hasn't eaten for many days. In this way, it looks like a mortal.

Seeing him eat so fragrantly, the people over Leng Ming couldn't help swallowing saliva. Even at Leng Ming, his stomach began to growl, but Leng Ming didn't shake at all: "Huh, they eat food When it ’s over, it ’s time to beg for us. By then, they wo n’t even be able to eat your dreams, and they will starve to death. ”

It's also interesting to watch this one go. Song Ning eats Pi Gu Dan beside him while watching the lively, and Jing Jing is the most favorite idle person to watch the lively people, but she touched the storage ring and found that Song Ning Pigu Dan has already eaten up.

It ’s been three months, and Pigudan is gone. This meal almost needs a Pigudan. Even if you save your food, you need at least one per day. For three months, two people. At the end, Jing Jing reached out and asked for it after all, so it was more economical to eat, so now Song Ning still has a little inventory.

"Song Daoyou ..." Jing Jing pursed her lips and looked at Song Ning.

Song Ning turned over and took out a Pigudan and gave it to Jingjing: "The last one is for you."

Jing Jing was stunned, holding this Pi Gu Dan to eat, but hesitated, only the last one was left. After all, she would also follow Leng Ming to eat Yumeng? When she thought of this, she felt sick.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Ning asked.

Jing Jing was shy at this moment: "I, I eat less, and women eat less."

Cooing.

As soon as Jing Jing had finished speaking, her stomach cried out in disappointment. She bit her lower lip and was almost ashamed to drip water.

Song Ning smiled: "Just give it to you."

"But this last one ..." Jing Jing thought of breaking Pi Gu Dan in half, but was stopped by Song Ning.

"Eat, don't worry. Being with me doesn't necessarily guarantee that you will go out of Xiu Mo Valley in a safe and sound manner, but it's okay to eat enough."

Jing Jing put Pi Gu Dan in her mouth with confidence.

In this kind of place, Pigudan is a unique taste. This taste is comparable to the dishes made by the chef.