Chapter 1700 (1/2)

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.