Chapter 162 (2/2)

Huan Xinghan held Huan Qingyan's thigh tightly, and Huan Qingyan's peaceful eyes encouraged him.

I have written a page of paper, which is full of the names of various ingredients and condiments. Huan Qingyan shook his hand and continued to write the second page

”So many?” The plague chicken doubted.

”Don't you think we'll be able to taste the magic soup if we've both been here?” The phantom tilted his face and cooperated.

Suddenly, the masked boss seemed to hear something. With a fierce look in his eyes, he whispered in the ear of the plague chicken and left here.

As soon as the illuminated Lingbao eye lamp went out, the plague chicken lit several torches and inserted them into the stone crack.

Without light, magic can't write.

Huan Qingyan guessed that someone must have come. The masked boss didn't want to give up at this juncture and deal with the comers.

Huan Qingyan wrote another page and wanted to continue writing. The plague chicken was getting more and more depressed.

Directly grabbed the two pieces of paper written in her hand, and then the snake Lingbao rushed from the air towards the magic face and the magic star cold.

Huan Qinyan had been on guard for a long time. He rolled on the spot with his brother in his arms and dodged.

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