Chapter 1220

eep beep.

The phone got through, but no one answered.

Xiao Chen frowned, with a bad premonition in his heart, did something really happen?

"Xiao, what do you want? Come, try the roast chicken made by Huo Mystic."

The pheasant in Vulcan's hands has been roasted, the outside is browned, and it has a strong fragrance.

"it is good."

Xiao Chen nodded, temporarily suppressed all kinds of messy thoughts, and put away the phone.

Fatty and the others also surrounded him.

I have eaten roast chicken many times, but the chicken roasted with special abilities is not in a good mood. I am eating beef jerky and drinking beer, typing while drinking~

Stop writing, concentrate on drinking, good night~