As soon as the words fell, the white banished fairy looked up at her.

"Ha ha, I don't mean anything else. I just think it's my paw. I should help you clean it." She laughs and hands the soup forward, put a light voice: "you'd better drink soup first! The soup is not good when it's cold. "

Mo dust deeply looked at her, then stretched out the slender white hand, took the bowl of soup to drink.

See this, the heart that Phoenix nine that mentions is to put down finally, the light breath of dark. She sat down beside him with her knees crossed. When she got interested, she pulled off the chicken leg on the other side and handed it to him: "come on, eat, there are more."

Mo Chen looked at the boy holding the chicken leg hand, half ring did not reach out to pick up, in his past experience, never eat like this, directly with the hand to eat, this feeling do not know how to say.

When Feng Jiu saw him, he knew what he was thinking. Seeing his appearance as a banished immortal, he knew that he had never tried such a way of eating. So he said with a smile: "this kind of big piece of meat tastes more delicious. It's definitely different from eating with chopsticks. You'll find out if you try."

Seeing this, Mo dust hesitated, or reached out to take it, but he did not eat like Feng nine, but tore a small piece of slow eating.

Feng Jiu laughed and put his chopsticks in front of him so that he could eat vegetables later. He tore a piece of meat and ate it. After about an hour, there was only a mess left on the grass.

When Mo Chen saw this, he felt a little impolite. After all, he would not make the table top like this. Even if it could not be called the table top, it still felt that it had lost its elegance. However, when he saw the young man digging a hole and burying all those things in the side, he was surprised.

"There is a stream ahead. Let's go there and wash our hands." Feng nine buried those bones, plates and other things into the ground, clapped his hands and called on him, and went to the stream not far away.

In the stream, she washed her hands and face, and was thinking of finding a place to lie down and have a good rest, when she saw a robe handed to her.

"It's clean."

The gentle voice is light, like the mountain water, clear and pleasant.

She turned her head slightly and raised her head slightly from behind the robe in front of her. She looked at the man standing in front of her and holding the robe in his hand. At this time, he was wearing only the inner garment, and his face was light, looking down at her.

"Oh, good." She answered, took it and washed it in the stream. It's just that it's ok if it's not washed

Feng nine forehead seeps cold sweat, looking at that more and more dirty clothes, some dare not look back.

Not far behind her, Mo Chen looked at Feng Jiu's back, and looked at the sky under the sun. For a long time, he only heard the sound of fabric tearing. He looked back at the boy and saw that the boy was stupefied with his clothes and robes.

He got up and walked over to have a look, which made his eyelids jump slightly.

I saw that the oil claw mark on his Tianchan silk robe had been washed away, but it also melted, leaving a large dark mark on the white coat. I don't know how the boy washed it. He was able to crack his Tianchan silk robe. Looking at the hole on the robe, he felt speechless.

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