Chapter 1700

He was struggling, and a hand suddenly reached out, with a plate of delicate cakes in the palm. Looking up the light blue sleeve, he saw the expressionless face of shenjiuli: "eat this, you can supplement your physical strength."

A Mo looked up at him, raised his hand and pushed his hand away. He yawned lazily: "I don't want to eat your food."

Turning his eyes to xueyilan, he said, "I remember that your game is well roasted?"

Xueyilan looks at the mountain forest below, and her eyes brighten: "OK, I'll take you down to roast the game!" he half embraces amo's waist and rushes down to the place that hasn't been covered by purple smoke. In a blink of an eye, he doesn't get into the forest.

Shen Jiuli's arm slowly shrinks back. The cakes in his palm are even steaming. The sweet taste is in the air. It's the most successful kind of cakes he made. No one will be rarer now.

So Good!

He slowly raised his hand, and the cakes in his palm were turned into vermicelli. When the wind blew, the vermicelli was gone.

He sat slowly on the cloud, and meditated.

……

A bonfire.

On the campfire, a pheasant is going to be roasted. The golden skin of the pheasant is covered with fat, which is fragrant.

Xueyilan looks at the Amor who leans on her sleeping side and looks up at the sky in the distance.

God nine Li see him and a Mo such intimate, unexpectedly have no reaction also did not catch up with, he really gave up?

When the pheasant is roasted, he turns his hand around. The hot pheasant is already in the right temperature. He then gently taps amo and hands the roasted pheasant to her.

A Mo's eyes brightened, and then she came back. It seemed that she was really hungry. In a moment, a chicken has become a pile of chicken bones.

Snow Yi Lan lip angle slightly a smoke, his Mo Mo appetite is very good.

At this time, it was dark. Under the light of the bonfire, amo's eyes were bright. After eating a chicken, she still had something to say: "let's bake more."

"Momo, you're not full?"

A Mo shakes his head: "careless." In fact, she felt a little propped up, but there was a position in her chest. She always felt a little empty, and she was not satisfied with how many things she filled.

So, xueyilan began to bake again.

Now he is very relaxed in hunting. He doesn't need to get up. Just blow a whistle, and all kinds of small animals will come to his door automatically.

Xueyilan randomly selects a few tender, small and fat varieties, slaughters the barbecues one by one, and burns them with charcoal

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

"Mo Mo, what is this purple smoke?"

A Mo is nibbling at a rabbit leg. She looks up into the air and shakes her head slightly: "I've never seen him before, but that God is supposed to know. When all the people are together, he should be able to explain it to you."

the snow clothes and LAN's eyes move slightly. He's not interested in the purple smoke, but he's interested in what a Mo just said.

These days, when amo occasionally mentioned the name of God Jiuli to him, he also called his name directly, saying how God Jiuli was like, but this time he called each other's identity directly. Strange meaning is expressed in words.

What happened between her and Jiuli?

How can we get to this step again?

Xueyilan did not dare to ask directly for fear of touching her scale. He chose the safest: "Momo, you Three people traveling together? By the way, how about xiaonianmo? "