"This prince is kind, please eat meat, I hope you don't live up to the good intentions of this prince, give, take, eat, don't be polite, and there is also the prince who made it for you. Feng Mo Ran smiled, with a look of ill will, handed over the meat, the corner of the purple-eyed man's mouth twitched, but he didn't reach out to pick it up, while feeling speechless in his heart, he couldn't help but be a little funny, what was he thinking about in his little head, he actually slaughtered his horse, and roasted it to eat, and this kid's strength is not small, so a big piece of meat, not to mention hundreds of catties, it is almost the same, but she looks natural, as if the hundred catties of meat are not in her own hands.

"Hmm, why don't you take it?Is it because Prince Ben is too handsome, so you're embarrassed?" Feng Mo Ran smiled obscenely, and then handed the horse meat forward a few points, and then said: "Come, open your mouth, ah, this prince feeds you~" As he spoke, Feng Mo Dye stabbed the horse meat into the purple-eyed man's face.

"......" The purple-eyed man's expression remained unchanged, and he easily dodged sideways, but the half-cooked horse meat crossed his nose, with a fishy smell, but it really didn't smell good, and he couldn't help frowning lightly.

The wind and ink dyeing can't be hit with one blow, and the change of hands wants to hit again, not only that, but the side movements, the mouth is not idle, "Follow the master, left hand, right hand, a slow motion, hey!" This is said in a very different tone, and every time he shakes out a sentence, the horse meat in his hand will poke at the face of the purple-eyed man, if he is not wearing a human skin mask now, I am afraid that the face will be very good-looking!

"Poof-" The two subordinates who leaned aside and waited, not daring to step forward to participate in the battlefield, couldn't help but burst out laughing, but because of their identity, they couldn't be too presumptuous, they couldn't let go of laughing, they didn't hold back, and they almost choked these two people to death, and they couldn't be blamed. Let's talk about it, it's normal for the two to have a contest between the two, but can't you be serious? It's hard not to laugh.

As for now, the purple-eyed man really wants to beat the wind and ink, but this kid is too weird, even if he doesn't have internal strength, it's hard to move her at all.

Seeing the wind and ink dye twist around for a while, a slow motion. There was no sign of stopping, and the purple-eyed man's patience was also worn out for the most part, he stretched out his big hand, and a red light suddenly shot out, enveloping the big lump of horse meat, and then the internal force exerted itself, and a light spun and flew up, and at the same time, a sexy voice came: "That meat, let's leave it to the prince to eat by himself." He couldn't afford it, and his voice fell. The purple-eyed man disappeared with his breath, and he disappeared together, such a skill, but Feng Mo Ran couldn't help but squint, and turned his gaze to the horse meat in his hand......

It's funny. Feng Mo Ran hooked the corners of his mouth with some meaning, turned around and handed the ripe horse meat in his hand to the two subordinates, and the subordinate who was in charge of following her took the meat happily, as for the other one. But he had a very bitter expression, and the master he was responsible for following was gone, and he didn't take him with him, and he didn't even give him a look, did he dislike him for being too incompetent? But if it were someone else, how many of them could withstand the wind and ink? Both sides were characters that could not be messed with and could not be provoked, so it is said that they are the most pitiful people caught in the middle.

"You just follow the master and help drag the prey together. Feng Mo Ran glanced at the next person, and said casually, obviously, the scene of the kid helping her to barbecue with a face upside down is more pleasing to the wind and ink dye, as for the purple-eyed man, I think he doesn't need any subordinates and horses at all, with his skills, maybe these will become a burden, after listening to the words of Feng Mo Dye, the face of the next person immediately improved, took the horse meat handed over by another person, and ate it in a big gulp.

It's just at this moment that Feng Mo Ran noticed a problem, such a large piece of horse meat, not to mention hundreds of catties, but the subordinate who has been following her, the action in his hand is extremely natural, his expression has not changed at all, as if he has no weight, such strength, Feng Mo Dye can't help but raise his eyebrows, in ancient times, it was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the more inconspicuous the task, but it is very likely to be a great master.

Retracting his gaze, Feng Mo Ran pretended not to know anything, turned over and got on the horse, regardless of whether the two had finished eating the meat, and set off.

The two subordinates seem to know each other, and they muttered a few words from time to time after following Feng Mo Dye along the way, and the saber-toothed tiger is also dragged by the two of them in turn, it seems that the relationship is quite good, and they have moved forward for a distance, Feng Mo Dye has slowed down, and there may be some changes at any time in the depths of the valley, Feng Mo Dye is a person, not a god, it is inevitable that there will be a moment of unpreparedness and negligence, although she is arrogant, but not blindly conceited, rather than being in danger, she still prefers to control everything in her own hands, rather than detached.

"What are the names of the two of you?" While slowly moving forward, Feng Mo Ran asked boringly, hearing this, the subordinate replied respectfully, the one who followed Feng Mo Dye at the beginning was called Yan Pu, and the one who followed the purple-eyed man was called Fu Nan.

As for why these two subordinates have so much strength, Feng Mo Ran feels that he already knows the reason, just like a group of bandits who robbed them on the way when they came, kung fu is not good, but they are not negligent in training, and their strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.

As he was thinking, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and he noticed a trace of strangeness, but the aura did not seem to come from some kind of creature, but from a human being......

Just walked a purple-eyed demon, who is it? Xianbeilie? It seems that it is not him, at this moment, only to hear a sharp weapon cut through the sky, towards the back of the wind and ink dye, as the first killer, the slightest wind and grass can not escape her perception, naturally noticed the strangeness of the wind, on the back of the horse, the wind ink dyed a somersault and fell back steadily...... (To be continued.) )