"Hungry is hungry, not hungry is not hungry, what do you mean?!" Feng Jian raised his voice, and suddenly flicked his sleeves and walked to the door.

"When did you become so girly!" Before the two people in front of him could make any response, Feng Jian, who had already walked towards the door, turned his head and added in a continuous voice.

"Girly?!What about you?!" Mu Qingyang hurriedly choked, without showing weakness, maybe in her mind, to say that "girly" Fengjian is naturally better than Mu Xuelun.

"......" Mu Xuelun was embarrassed, but he didn't expect Fengjian and Mu Qingyang to even lift the bar to be full of tacit understanding.

"Hmph!" Feng Jian turned his head and snorted coldly.

"Wait!" Suddenly as if he remembered something, Mu Qingyang shouted at the wind stream.

"What's wrong again?!" was obviously impatient, but Fengjian was subconsciously waiting for what Mu Qingyang was going to say next.

"Don't get those fruits back. Mu Qingyang said, and at the same time stretched out his finger and pointed to the many remaining melons and fruits on the table.

"He needs nutrition now. Faced with the wind stream that was simply ignoring his words, Mu Qingyang hurriedly pointed his finger at the fruit and instinctively pointed at Mu Xuelun on the bed.

"Nutrition, how are you going to give him nutrition?" Fengjian slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, full of banter.

"You go get some chicken, duck, fish, pork, beef or something...... puffing out his cheeks, Mu Qingyang actually raised his fingers and counted them carefully.

"The big oil and meat don't seem to be suitable for him now. Before she finished listening to Mu Qingyang's words, the corners of Fengjian's eyebrows twitched, and she had already stopped her words.

"That chicken, fish's ......" As soon as the words came out, Feng Jian was stunned and did not continue, and at this moment he seemed to understand the meaning of Mu Qingyang's words at once.

"I can eat it!" Sure enough, Mu Qingyang opened his mouth as Feng Jian thought.

"......" Fengjian's face changed slightly, whether she was too simple or too scheming, just now she actually fell into her words.

"If you don't have the ability to do it, forget it. With his hands spread, Mu Qingyang pretended to be indifferent.

"Hmph!" was another cold snort, but there was still the voice in the room, and the figure of Fengjian was already gone.

……

"Do you know where we are?" Finally having the opportunity to be alone, Mu Qingyang hurriedly gathered in front of Mu Xuelun.

Mu Sheron shook his head, just staying in a room, Mu Sheron was not sure that he could guess where they were at this time.

"Then, when do you think we will be able to leave here?" Although on the surface, Mu Qingyang and Fengjian seem to get along peacefully, but in the final analysis, there is a person who thinks about drinking his own blood every day by his side, and Mu Qingyang always feels a little hairy in his heart.

"As long as you can go to the ground......"

"When was that? How many days do you estimate?" Before Mu Xuelun could finish speaking, Mu Qingyang had already spoken.

"He and I still have things to do. ”

"How many days will it take?" Looking at Mu Xuelun's eyes, Mu Qingyang asked a little anxiously.

"Did he do something to you?" Mu Qingyang could be felt in and out of her words that Mu Qingyang wanted to leave here urgently, and it was such an abnormal move that Mu Xuelun faintly felt something.

"No, I don't. ”

"That ?......" looked at Mu Qingyang, and Mu Xuelun looked suspicious.

"I'm just missing everyone. Speaking of this, Mu Qingyang was a little distracted for a while.

"I try. Although he was a little skeptical of Mu Qingyang's words, Mu Xuelun still gave her an answer, and now in his heart, he began to want to return to "Zhumi" sooner.