In Qiao Le's original expectation, it would take at least two to three days for his eyebrows to come back.

Because the fate of those soldiers comes from comprehension, and it takes time to go from being beaten, to watching others being beaten, to comprehending defects, and breaking through themselves.

Just like a fat man, he eats it one bite at a time, and it is not a day's work.

Everyone, it's not easy.

And so, and it is.

However, as the so-called time and place are favorable, those soldiers were beaten, seconded, and forced to eat a lot of lemons, and they sublimated.

Of course, the focus is on lemons......

So the fighting spirit was ignited in an instant, and this enlightenment also cooperated.

What followed was the whitewashing plan that Qiao Le had to achieve in two or three days, and in one afternoon, it was done.

You said suddenly, Qiao Le felt quite sudden.

But looking at his already whitened eyebrows, Fei Chief felt that everything was inevitable suddenly.

She understands and is more than happy to accept.

So in such a joyful atmosphere, time flickered, and it was evening.

The moonlight was cold and bright, but there was a bustle in the martial arts arena under the moon.

Qiao Le watched as piles of bonfires lit up, instantly lighting up the entire square.

Slaughter pigs and sheep, wine and meat.

It is not the solemnity of the palace banquet, nor the elegance and grace of the dignitaries.

It is not even as rich and exquisite as some merchants' homes and wealthy people.

The dignified palace actually gathered people to eat in the martial arts arena......

Yes, it is a group of immoral things sitting around the fire, personally lighting the fire and setting up the stove, killing pigs and sheep on the spot, and eating with a smile.

There are no rules, no courtesy, not even a distinction between high and low, and no polite concession.

No, they are about to fight in order to grab a chicken leg......

And over there, there's grabbing the pig's tail, oh, there's a couple of roast ducks......

A group of people ran around, circling around the martial arts arena for a long time.

The few bites that were grabbed were swallowed, and the ones that couldn't be grabbed were backhanded and given a slap in the face.

Looking at this chicken feather, Qiao Le couldn't help laughing.

But don't say it, after a day of fuss, she was really hungry.

It is......

Just looked at the skewers handed to her, skewers, black and black, I don't know if it was beef and mutton, or something like black charcoal poked in the oven.

She's really, kind of ......

It's really not that she is delicate, because even Hassan, who was originally squatting beside them, is very consciously away from them at the moment.

In those green wolf eyes, there seemed to be a silent and undisguised disgust.

Qiao Le: "This, you baked it?" ”

Qiao Le made a questioning voice to Jun Yan in front of him.

Under the starry sky, next to the bonfire, the young man's clothes are like ink, his posture is slender, and he is handsome.

Compared with the several strings of black carbon in his hand, it was simply difficult for Qiao Le to accept.

This should be, not really.

Jun Yan: "That's right. ”

A slap was slapped on Qiao Le's face so hard and mercilessly.

At this moment, how bright Jun Yan's smile was, how painful Qiao Le's face was.

The male lead?

God forever.

Not only is he strong in martial arts and witty, but he also understands everything and knows everything.

In ten or nine books, the male protagonist will order the skill of barbecue and cooking, and in the remaining one, the male protagonist may be a chef directly.

But......

Looking at Jun Yan, who was eating carbon, Qiao Le was speechless for a while.

Slowly putting the black charcoal to his mouth, Qiao Le's eyes suddenly lit up.

Could it be that the things Jun Yan made just looked ugly, but in fact, they were still ......

Vomit!