At the Wuchen Peak, the stars are vast, the mountains and rivers are wide, and the clouds and smoke are vast and become poems.

The scattered light bamboos are vast and green, and they are oblique between the ink-colored stone cracks, full of greenery.

The red night epiphany waits for the breeze to blow, and the slightest flutter will bloom one after another, stunning the night under the bright starry sky. If you listen carefully, it is the slight sound of the delicate petals one after another.

At the top of the peak, there is an open-air stone block ten miles square, just a flat stone.

Although there is no decoration, it is between the sky and the earth, but it also looks simple and magnificent.

At the junction of the stone and the cliff, there is a hibiscus tree in the sky, the branches of which cover the sky and coincide with the blooming of the flowers, and from a distance, it looks like a canopy to shield the two people under the tree from the dew at night.

And the two people under this tree are Ning Jingchen and abandoned like smoke.

The two men obviously didn't realize the fairy spirit here, but excitedly piled the firewood they had gathered into a fire, preparing to have a saliva feast called Hua Ji here.

"Bang-"

Ning Jingchen pointed his hand and lit the fire with immortal skills.

The flames instantly jumped from the bottom of the firewood pile, and suddenly sparks flew above the clear blue sky, and the abandoned smoke that was gathered on the side was so frightened that they hurriedly jumped back!

"Ning Jingchen! Can't you just say hello first? ”

"No, you can't. You didn't say it. ”

"Ning! Surprise! Dust! ”

"Huh?"

The red sparks crackled around the fire, like a ball of fireworks splashing around the youth.

Ning Jingchen stood beside the fire and laughed cheaply, and took out a branch from behind him like a trick, and a fat chicken was crossed on the branch.

He half-bent over, shook the chicken in front of his eyes, and said seductively, "Do you want to eat it?" ”

The mouth of the abandoned smoke moved down, and the saliva couldn't help but swallow.

However, as a heroine in the middle of the women, how can she bend her waist for a chicken?!

So, she raised her head, crossed her hands over her chest very modestly, and said, "Hmph-"

"Looks like you don't want to...... Tsk, it's a pity. Then I'll roast it myself, and after roasting, do I eat the chicken thighs first, or do I eat the chicken wings first...... No, let's eat the chicken heart first, it is said that ah...... This chicken belly is wrapped in peppercorns, spiced star anise, bay leaves, and chives......"

Ning Jingchen laughed even more, he pumped the chicken back, went straight around the fire and sat down, found two branches and stuck them in the crack of the stone, and then put the chicken in the middle of the fire.

Abandoned like smoke tried to restrain himself from being tempted by the chicken, but he kept aiming at the chicken.

"Bang-"

With the sound of chicken fat dripping down, a burst of fiery red flames flew to the tip of her abandoned nose, sending a wisp of incense that could no longer be fragrant to her sense of smell, causing her to swallow an irrepressible burst of saliva.

She tried her best to restrain herself from looking, but her body was honestly already turning some of the curves.

"Alright, sit down. I'm not a stingy person, and a chicken can't care about a little woman like you? ”

Ning Jingchen smiled while adding firewood, saw through her careful thoughts, and beckoned her to sit down.

"You have such a good heart?"

Abandon Ruyan, knowing that Ning Jingchen had good intentions, but his mouth was stiff, and he didn't forget to sarcastically mock Ning Jingchen when he sat down.

"What can I do? My lady is recovering from a serious illness and wants to eat a chicken, of course I, as a husband, have to cook in person, and I will not hesitate to go to the soup and fire......"

Ning Jingchen said casually and threw another piece of firewood into the fire, and then casually raised his eyes and smiled faintly.

Like a passing year, and he, like a beautiful flower, in an instant, he fell into the fiery fireworks in her eyes.

In vain.