Fei Yi looked at the gray feather in his hand, and always felt that this seemed to be a bit difficult for a strong man.

But—

He looked at Qinghui as he was seriously planning to pickle the letter bird.

I think there is no way to know the true face of the letter bird.

And that's the work of Figo V.

He doesn't have to worry about it.

Fei Yi should be again, and quickly retreated.

Mu Feng turned his head again, and saw Qinghui handling the meat of the letter bird extremely clumsily.

It reminded him of the series of information about what she ate when he sent someone to watch her every move and report to him.

Mu Feng was silent for a moment, his red lips hooked slightly, and he bent down slightly.

The appearance of the gentle and weak little prince disguised on the outside faded, but the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy was still at the age of wantonness.

His tone was casual and curious.

"Hey."

Qinghui ignored him.

This was the first time Mu Feng felt that someone ignored him, what kind of feeling was it.

Got a little closer again, "Qinghui? ”

After being called several times in a row, Qinghui raised his eyes a little irritably and looked at him.

"You're noisy, it's annoying."

Don't bother me, didn't you see that Lord Spirit Sword was busy with business?

"Can you bake it?"

Mu Feng squatted down curiously, after all, looking at Qinghui's movements was jerky, look, the feathers on this bird's body didn't seem to be plucked yet.

Qinghui opened his eyes and said nonsense, his eyes widened, "Of course it will!" ”

Lingjian-sama, omnipotent!!

Then after getting on the barbecue.

Successful giving...... It's baked.

Mu Feng didn't know how he was interested in seeing Qinghui do these things for so long.

Finally, the two sat together, and Qinghui looked down at the somewhat charred black letter bird roasted on the bamboo pole.

After a pause, slowly, slowly lowered his head and took a bite.

Qinghui: !

Then Mu Feng's hand was stuffed with something that was still warm.

She directly stuffed the bamboo pole holding the letter bird to him.

"Eat, say it, divide it."

It's all yours!

Lord Lingjian, be considerate and generous!

Kindness.

Qinghui nodded seriously.

Mu Feng: ...... You obviously can't eat it yourself, so stuff it for me, right?

"Didn't you say you would?"

Qinghui looked at him with dead fish eyes, and didn't want to answer this rhetorical question.

Then the delicate little boy who was sitting with Qinghui with the bamboo pole snorted, looking a little arbitrary, and his laughter seemed to be a little contemptuous.

Qinghui exploded: "Will you?" ”

"Isn't it just a barbecue? Simple. ”

Can it be so difficult that this king can't succeed?

He had seen it many times, and he had actually operated it in the royal hunting grounds.

So the two got up and went to the kitchen to get meat.

Wait for Mu Feng to grill the meat.

It looks good, and there doesn't seem to be any problem with the heat.

Qinghui took a bite.

Qinghui: !

Then the piece of meat was stuffed into Mu Feng's mouth by Qinghui.

Mu Feng's first reaction: You just bit this piece of meat.

His body stiffened slightly, but he didn't think about it before his ears turned red.

The taste bud cells were stimulated by a strong salty taste, and the sensation instantly suppressed the feeling.

Mu Feng: ......

The little girl wrinkled her little nose, snorted, and covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting out.

"Taste it yourself, you want to, poison me?"

You actually want to poison Lord Spirit Sword!!

Mu Feng: ......

Qinghui continued to wrinkle his little nose and spoke viciously and mockingly, "Will you?" ”

You're going to be a fart!