Why is it so troublesome to eat grilled fish, isn't it good to gnaw it directly?

And can you control Lord Spirit Sword?

Just eat, just eat!

Thinking so, Qinghui snorted again.

Then chew the action for a meal.

Raise your hand and spit out the fish bone you just bitten off.

Qinghui had a cute little face, staring at the fish tightly.

Seeing Qinghui staring at this fish, this feeling is still quite subtle.

The lazy dead fish eyes stared at the real dead fish eyes with big eyes, as if she could stare at them two more times and the fish bones would disappear out of thin air......

Light coffee: ......

When Xie Feiran came back quickly with the washed dishes and chopsticks, he saw Qinghui's eyes lowered, staring at the fish, where the fish was easy to eat, the other party had already eaten it, and there were only more thorns left, and she didn't move.

The little face with no expression looks a little depressed.

After all, Qinghui is a spirit sword, and it can be controlled without hurting people in normal times, but in this kind of meticulous work of picking thorns, there is really no way to do it.

It is true that the fish bones will not hurt her, but they will affect the taste.

Lord Spirit Sword, you can't compromise!

So for a while, it looked like I couldn't do anything about this fish.

Then hearing his voice, Qinghui raised his eyes and looked towards him, his big eyes blinking.

Xie Feiran couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and quickly walked to her and sat down.

The immature and clear young voice was a little eager to try, "I'll help you peel it out?" ”

Seeing that she didn't speak, as if she was depressed by this fish, Xie Feiran stretched out his hand and tentatively wanted to take the grilled fish in Qinghui's hand.

This time, Qinghui let go easily.

After letting go, he glared at the fish again in a bit of frustration.

Xie Feiran's heart moved, the bowl was put aside, and a piece of fish meat was forked down with chopsticks, and then handed it to Qinghui's mouth.

Qinghui lifted his eyelids, thought for a moment, and glanced at the fish again.

He opened his mouth, grabbed the chopsticks, swallowed the fish, and sharpened his little fangs against the chopsticks.

When Xie Feiran rescued the chopsticks from Qinghui's mouth, there were two more small tooth marks on the chopsticks.

And it's quite deep, I guess she uses a little more strength, and the chopsticks head will bite off for her.

Obviously, the innocent chopsticks took on the spirit sword's irritable mood towards this big fish.

The slender and delicate little boy took the chopsticks and quietly glanced at Qinghui again, seeing that Qinghui had finished biting the chopsticks and eating the fish, he seemed to be a little irritable and angry.

What are you angry with a grilled fish?

Xie Feiran adjusted the chopsticks again, and handed the meat to Qinghui's lips.

Once raw and twice ripe, not to mention the first few planes, Qinghui was already used to feeding, and he didn't feel that anything was wrong.

Still angry? Gas.

To eat or not to eat? Eat!

But after being fed a few mouthfuls -

Qinghui squinted his eyes with satisfaction, his fair little face was soft, and it was obvious that he was almost coaxed.

He even glanced up at him.

Look like you're doing a good job.

Forget all about your previous rebellious mentality.

By the time the fish had finished eating, Qinghui had spontaneously leaned against the edge of the stone in a rather comfortable posture and yawned lazily.

It's still good to cultivate the immortal plane, the aura in the air is sufficient, and sleeping in the sun is much more comfortable than sleeping in the previous planes.

It's - Qinghui raised his eyelids and glanced at the guy who was still sitting next to him and looked at him for a moment.

Real doubts.

The fish have already been eaten, why are you still looking at her?