That night, in a mountain col more than 100 miles away from where Jiaman was, a bonfire was burning, a shelf was set up on the fire, and a roasted golden roast chicken was skewered on a bamboo spear. From time to time, oil drips down and makes a sizzling sound.

If Garman had seen this scene here, he would have stopped thinking about chasing that so-called tied to a stone.

Next to the fire, Su Mo leaned on the thick mattress of the cushion, looked at He Ying who was staring at the roast chicken with a smile, took off the roast chicken casually, and then smeared it with a layer of golden things, and the roast chicken suddenly exuded a tempting sweet fragrance.

He Ying's nose fluttered rapidly, her eyes followed the roast chicken, and she couldn't wait to stretch out two small hands from her eyes and grab the roast chicken directly.

"Hmm~"

Su Mo smiled and put the roast chicken under his nose and sniffed it, then closed his eyes and let out an intoxicated nasal sound, but he didn't mean to hand it to He Ying.

He Ying swallowed hard when she saw it, staring at this nasty guy viciously, eager to pounce on him and bite him to death.

God knows, since she was taken captive, she has almost forgotten the taste of cooked meat. First she starved for so many days, and then she was the dried weeds and weeds that she introduced all day long, even in Hongxian Village, she only ate dried dried meat and pickled meat.

Now that I can finally see that I can feast on it, but this damn guy is holding it and deliberately trying to eat himself, it's really hateful!

Speaking of which, this guy is too cautious, it's been a few days, and he still remembers his revenge against him, first sneering at himself with words, and then when he finally couldn't stand it anymore and handed over the initiative to him, he was squeezed by his three chapters of the law, saying that whoever works has the right to distribute, and this is why he took revenge on himself in this way.

Hmph, how can this woman succumb so easily, don't even think about it! Integrity! This woman is dignified! How can she bow her head for a bite of food?

But...... It smells so good. The one he smeared just now was honey. I never thought that this roast chicken could be made like this. With the addition of honey-roasted chicken, the taste can be so tempting, this ...... This......

He Ying gritted her teeth vigorously and resisted, but bursts of jin fluid kept leaking out under her tongue, and she couldn't stop.

"Do you want to eat? If you want to eat, you can say, if you don't say how do I know you want to eat? It's impossible that you want to eat and I won't give it to you, if you don't want to eat it, I have to give it to you, right? Ah, it's so fragrant, or you can smell it and try if you like it......

Teacher Su smiled cheaply on his face, and said in a Tang Seng-style tone, and finally put the fragrant roast chicken in front of He Ying, and the sweet fragrance became more and more hooked He Ying's stomach for a while.

Little girl, dare to be a rat spirit, this is unforgivable. Have you ever seen such a handsome rat spirit? I will endure beating me, but if the metaphor is inappropriate, I will resolutely not tolerate this problem, and I must be punished!

Teacher Su thought proudly, but he couldn't help but secretly swallow his salivation. In other words, not only He Ying hasn't eaten cooked meat for many days, but why shouldn't Su Mo himself do the same? While seducing others, this is also a kind of torture for himself.

Ahh

Just as he was thinking about whether he could discuss how to share this rare delicacy, he felt his hands tremble, and when he stared at it again, he suddenly lost half of his pride.

Miss He Er was not a virtuous lady in the first place, and she couldn't let go of her face at first, but after the gluttonous worm in her stomach completely rebelled, she became angry. I couldn't grab it just now, but now it's all under my nose, so the fool won't do it.

It's not too easy, just a head stretching out a small mouth, plus a head swinging action, the roast chicken is torn off directly from the bamboo spear.

When Su Mo looked at it stupidly, Miss He Er had already poured her hands back and forth without any scruples, her mouth was full of oil, and her beautiful eyes were narrowed.

Click, Su Mo turned his head a little mechanically, his eyes fell on the bamboo gun, and the next moment, a miserable cry suddenly sounded.

On the entire bamboo spear, the place where the roast chicken was originally hung is now empty. Well, not for nothing, to be exact, there were still a few traces of chicken skin remaining, and there were two other bones that were half-connected and dangling, but in the trembling of his hands, they fell down and fell into the fire, which made the flame brighter in an instant.

"You...... You ......" trembling and pointing at the munching He Nuxia, Su Mo almost wanted to cry at this moment, and his bowels were green with regret.

How many wise men have taught us that we can't get carried away, how can we forget it? This girl is a violent girl comparable to a dinosaur at all, but she wants to treat her as a good girl like Han Xing'er, how cheap does this have to be to do stupid things?

As for rushing up and snatching it back, Su silently calculated the balance of power between the two sides, and finally suppressed this irrational impulse.

"Mmmm, yes, really good......." He Nuxia's eyes narrowed when she ate, and she purred indistinctly, like a cat protecting food.

Su Mo's eyes were blue, he swallowed his saliva hard, glared at her hatefully, reached out and carefully tore off the chicken skin left on the bamboo spear, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

The deliciousness and aroma of the chicken, hooked by honey and grilled by charcoal, only this small piece of chicken skin suddenly made Su Mo's taste buds explode in an instant.

I closed my eyes, didn't dare to chew hard, and savored little by little. This piece of chicken skin is really ...... That's too little.

A strong aroma suddenly lingered at the end of his nose, and he subconsciously opened his eyes, and two fat chicken thighs connected with a large piece of breast meat were impressive.

"Look, hurry up and roast some jerky for this woman. I'm tired of eating chicken alone!" Miss He Er's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she shouted with a fierce look. It's just that the look in his eyes is reluctant to leave the fat chicken in his hand, and his throat can't help but squirm.

Su Mo was stunned, and a softness suddenly appeared in his eyes. This woman who is always rough in appearance has such a delicate and gentle side.

didn't go directly to pick up the fat chicken, turned around and took out a few pieces of jerky from the baggage next to him, put them on the bamboo spear, and roasted them on the fire. Then, he took the fat chicken, broke off the whole breast meat and stuffed it into his mouth, but pushed the two chicken thighs back again, and said proudly: "We are scholars, Confucius said, starve to death and don't eat the food that comes to you!

He Ying pinched the two chicken legs in her hands, stared at him with bright eyes, and the tenderness in her eyes wanted to melt the man in front of her.

The two scrambled to each other, but neither of them refused to eat the essence of the whole chicken, and they both tried to trick each other into eating it. Love, the reason why it is so seductive and so sweet, is that it is always beautiful because of these details, which makes people fall into it and can't stop.

The two chicken legs were finally eaten one by one, Miss He Er was very angry about this, threatening Su Mo that if she didn't eat it, then she would never eat it, Su Mo really thought about it, and felt that it was shameful to waste food, and in line with this principle, she finally succumbed to the obscenity of a certain witch.

After drinking a few sips of the clear spring from the mountains, the two snuggled up to each other unconsciously, slowly chewing the roasted soft jerky in their mouths, and fell silent for a while.

The sound of insects chirping around, the starlight in the sky is like weaving, and an indescribable warmth and satisfaction gradually linger in this small space, and the rich night breeze cannot be blown away or blown away.

"What did you get in that car, and will the monk catch up?" After a long time, He Ying first broke the silence, turned her head to look at Su Mo and asked. The bright eyes were full of raging gossip fire.

A few days ago, Su Mo's face suddenly changed, so she hurriedly got off the post road and hid in the forest, but after a long time, he asked him to unload the carriage and only rode a horse with him, and returned to the village of Hongxian County.

The old village chief and the others were surprised by the return of the two, but Su Mo opened his mouth and asked if anyone had come to inquire about him and He Ying.

Of course, everything is clear from this question. So, Su Mo simply told the old village chief about the matter, of course, the details that should have been hidden were hidden, only saying that the monk had a plot against the two, and pulled the village chief to mutter, and finally asked for a big rooster, and then pulled He Ying away.

He Ying didn't ask what Su Mo and the old village chief said and what they were going to do. She believed him and knew that no matter what she did, Su Mo would definitely have a point.

After that, the two of them left the village again, returned to their original place again, and under Su Mo's orders, they took great trouble to push the carriage from another place into the forest. During this period, all the heavy work was done by He Ying alone, including occasionally picking a large number of wildflowers and putting them in the carriage.

But Su Mo didn't know where he ran away, and when he appeared in front of He Ying again, he had a large piece of yellow honey in his hand.

Then the two of them went all the way west, and then drove for several days without stopping, until the horses were too tired to run, and then they found a place to camp and rest.

It wasn't until this moment that Miss He, as a woman's natural gossip heart, couldn't bear it anymore and finally asked.

Su Mo looked down at the beautiful woman's shining eyes, and couldn't help but raise his hand to caress her flushed cheeks, then smiled and said leisurely: "Gift, what a big gift." ”

What a big gift? The old monk Jiaman was faced with this big gift at this time, but he was almost scared to death on the spot.

The carriage was full of wildflowers, no wonder there was such a strong fragrance of flowers nearby.

If it is placed in some episodes of later generations, the appearance of this kind of scene is probably a scene when an affectionate man courting the woman he likes, which represents the most wonderful emotion in the world. This can always touch the girl's heart, make her burst into tears and moved.

It's just that at this moment, although Master Jiaman is also in tears, he has nothing to do with moving. Not to mention what wonderful it is, of course.

It's not that Master Jiaman doesn't understand romance, and it doesn't matter that Master Jiaman is actually a monk, it's really a lot of flowers, if you add a boss hive, I'm afraid that no one in the world will feel anything wonderful and romantic.

Just after Jia Manzhi was satisfied with pulling the curtain, he was introduced by Su Mo by despicable means, and then tightened the swarm of bees illegally imprisoned by the curtain, and was liberated in an instant.

And this liberation did not bring any sense of gratitude, but only the bitter hatred of being forcibly demolished and refusing to share it with the new house. You must know that wild bees are also very hard, busy every day, is it easy to make a nest?

It was just a stunned kung fu, and poor Master Jia Man let out a terrible scream, if it weren't for the fact that his cultivation had indeed reached a certain level, I was afraid that just this moment of kung fu would have allowed him to completely explain here.

After countless sharp pains suddenly came, he finally figured out the situation at hand. The True Yuan, which had been cultivating for many years, was completely puffed up, and the wild bees nailed to his body were instantly shaken down. Then with a scream, he turned his head and randomly chose a direction and ran away with his head in his arms.

I don't know how long I ran this run, and finally jumped into a meandering river, and finally got rid of the anger of the demolition households.

When he finally determined that there was no danger, and after climbing ashore from the river, he inadvertently saw the reflection in the river, and was stunned for a moment, and then a long and terrible howl came out.

On the surface of the river, a head full of countless large bags appeared. At that moment, there seemed to be a chanting Sanskrit sound in the sky.

Buddha, dead.