Looking down, there was a chair woven of vines in front of me, and the intertwined fractures of the vines were still fresh, as if they had just been edited.

Take a closer look at the wooden house in front of you, it's not big, it's just a dozen square meters, and the overall shape is like a square zygote with a triangular eaves piled up.

The house is enclosed with planks and small roots of wood, and the roof is covered with wide bark patches and stacks.

There was also a sharp axe next to the door.

The roof of the wooden house is made of freshly cut materials.

Feng Jingyun watched Jun Lonely come out of the house with two live pheasants, and went to the mountain stream on the side to slaughter and dispose of them.

She sat on a wicker chair and watched as he quickly returned with the processed pheasants, skewered one of them on a slender stick, and wrapped the other in large leaves, dug a small pit not deep, and covered it with a thin layer of earth.

He went to the door of the house and took a pile of firewood that had been prepared, and the fire was placed above the pheasant where the leaf was buried, and skillfully lit the fire, set up a rack, and roasted the pheasant.

Looking at his neat movements, it is hard to imagine that he is the big devil that everyone fears today, and the leader of the first sect in the world.

On the contrary, he is like a man who is busy for the woman he loves.

Beloved?

She sighed and remembered that he had said that he loved her.

even confessed to loving her in front of Jun Youqi.

Aren't you afraid that she will become his Achilles' heel?

"It's been a long time since I've done this." He took out the fire and lit the firewood, his voice as cold as ice.

She asked lightly, "The rattan chair and the wooden house, you built it yourself?" Although it is a question sentence, the tone is certain.

He bowed his head slightly, and it was kind of admitted.

Originally, she was waiting to eat the roast chicken, but the firewood burned too strongly, and the skin of the chicken was a little burnt, so she couldn't help but say, "Turn the heat down a little, otherwise the chicken will be scorched on the outside and undercooked." ”

"Okay." He obeyed.

"What are you bringing me here for?" She smiled indifferently, "Could it be that you invited me to eat the chicken you roasted yourself?" ”

He stared at the blood pupils of the fire and raised slightly, seeing the elegant and dusty smile on her face, and the cold and evil eyes flashed for a moment, "I want to be alone with you for a while." ”

She was silent.

The mountains are quiet late at night.

Tonight is not cold, the night wind blows, but it brings a comfortable coolness to the whole body.

Occasionally, a wolf howls adds a touch of danger to the silent night.

It's not the wolves that are really dangerous.

It's a man in front of him who is more eerie than a ghost.

It's just that, for some reason, Feng Jingyun is not afraid of him.

On the contrary, I feel that getting along with him is still a little relaxed and happy.

"I'll roast it," she said, turning the stick on the rack and turning the roast chicken over. Always grilled on one side, the meat will not be cooked evenly.

He sat on the ground, watched her take out a small cloth bag with him, mixed with several spices, and sprinkled the seasonings evenly on the roast chicken, and in an instant, the fragrant smell was scattered, and the fragrance wafted far away.

"Whether it's cooking or baking, I still don't have talent. The food that is made is always not tasty. There was a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.

When he said that, she thought it was.

Jun Youqi is the owner of the first floor in the world, his cooking skills are so good that any food he makes is extremely delicious, of course, he himself is also very picky about ingredients.

And Jun Lonely has no talent for cooking, not to mention the dishes he makes, and the level of roast chicken is quite poor.