Song Yufeng's heart sank.

On the way to the hall, they tacitly did not mention Wu Xian.

You must know that Wu Xian's cultivation has still reached the realm of Bigu, and eating can only satisfy his appetite.

Gu Zhihuan lazily lifted his eyelids: "I was planning to let Yufeng go over and call you." ”

Wu Xian walked in slowly and quietly with a chicken called Huaji.

Gu Zhihuan and the three of them sat at a table.

After Wu Xian swept around, he walked straight to Song Yufeng's side: "Go over a little, I'll sit with you." ”

Song Yufeng almost jumped up: "There is still an empty seat next to it." ”

"Oh?" Wu Xian said calmly: "Where? ”

"It's—huh? What about stools? Song Yufeng's eyes widened in surprise.

In the last second, there was still a stool on his right.

Wu Xian smiled calmly: "It seems that I can only squeeze with you." ”

Song Yufeng stood up as if his butt had been burned: "You sit by yourself, I'll squeeze with the master-brother." ”

Song Yufeng originally wanted to talk about Gu Zhihuan, but was frightened by Gu Zhihuan's eyes.

Han Yue's expression was a little disgusted.

It's just that thinking that Wu Xian's purpose is unclear now, Han Yue didn't bother with Song Yufeng.

This is not to say that Han Yue is worried that Song Yufeng will have an accident, Han Yue just doesn't want Song Yufeng to affect himself and Gu Zhihuan.

Wu Xian lowered his head and fiddled with the flower chicken in his hand, as if he didn't notice the turmoil between the three people.

Song Yufeng's seat was extremely embarrassing.

To the left is Han Yue, and to the right is Wu Xian.

None of them reassured him.

Wu Xian's fingers are long and thin, like spring bamboo shoots breaking through the ground after a spring rain, which is very beautiful.

Song Yufeng's gaze was unconsciously attracted, and he stared intently at Wu Xian's finger - the flower chicken below.

Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue had already nibbled on one chicken leg per person.

Of the four people here, he was the only one who had nothing.

Song Yufeng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Wu Xian ignored the chicken and put it on the light green plate, and used his hand as a blade to skillfully and quickly remove all the bones from the chicken.

The action looks somewhat elegant.

Song Yufeng did not approve of his violent behavior.

If you call the flower chicken, you should grab it in your hand, open your mouth wide and go up to nibble directly.

"A chicken like you has no soul." Song Yufeng said disgustedly.

"Really?" Wu Xian's movements did not stop, and after a while, he had already torn the flower chicken into pieces.

He rearranged the dismantled skeleton to look like a chicken.

Song Yufeng tried his best to look away, but unfortunately failed.

In his life, the biggest enemy is called Huaji.

The skin of the chicken is crispy and delicious, and the mellow aroma in the mouth is appetizing.

Song Yufeng's Adam's apple slipped up and down.

In the dining hall, a clear sound of saliva swallowing came from Song Yufeng's throat.

Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue pretended that nothing had happened.

Bai Zhi looked at her nose and stubbornly stood herself as an emotionless wood carving.

Wu Xian didn't intend to let Song Yufeng go, he wiped his hands slowly and methodically, and looked sideways at Song Yufeng: "Do you want to?" ”

"Nope." Song Yufeng tried to resist.

Wu Xian This is a typical weasel to give New Year's greetings to chickens, and he is not well-intentioned.

Song Yufeng resolutely refused to let himself be fooled.

Wu Xian laughed: "But you just stared at me intently, you wanted to eat my **." ”

Song Yufeng's eyes were about to pop out: "What are you eating?" ”

"Chicken." Wu Xian repeated casually, and by the way, he added the latter word in his heart as if nothing happened.

“…… Disrespectful for the old. Song Yufeng gritted his teeth.

"Did you see Aru?" Wu Xian said coldly.

The question came a little suddenly.

Song Yufeng didn't come back to his senses.

With his current experience and IQ, it is difficult to switch from "eating **" to "Chaolu" at once.

Gu Zhihuan put the chicken leg on the side of the bowl: "See." ”

"That's why Yufeng told you about Ayuro." Wu Xian drove straight in.

Song Yufeng was numb by his affectionate and weird "Yufeng".

He pinched his throat and said, "Don't call me that. ”

"I heard Gu Zhihuan call you the same way." Wu Xian is innocent.

“…… Call me by my full name! Song Yufeng was very persistent.

"Okay." Wu Xian shrugged: "Song Yufeng." ”

The low tone turned at the end, and the ordinary three words suddenly changed their taste.

Song Yufeng shook his shoulders uncomfortably, staring at Wu Xian's eyes as if he was facing a great enemy: "You still don't call me." ”

"What a naughty man." Wu Xian's lips curled.

He apparently doesn't laugh very often.

Therefore, the action of hooking the corners of his mouth was done by him, which was a little eerie.

It is most suitable to scare disobedient children.

Gu Zhihuan coughed lightly and interjected: "The second junior brother told me." But when I went, the master was in retreat, so I guess I went out yesterday for something. Thank you for your concern. ”

Without convincing evidence, Gu Zhihuan would not easily trust others.

Wu Xian squinted at Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan lowered his head and nibbled on the chicken legs.

"Interesting." Wu Xian clapped his hands.

This is not the first time Wu Xian has praised Gu Zhihuan.

But every time Gu Zhihuan heard it, he still had a sense of uneasiness that his life was imminent.

She just wants to be a boring but long-lived person.

After a pause, Gu Zhihuan spoke: "I told the master about the birthday banquet. ”

"What did he say?" Wu Xian asked.

"Three days later, the master will leave the customs and will take us to the Great Hanging Realm together." Gu Zhihuan said.

Wu Xian's eyes flashed: "That's very good." ”

Gu Zhihuan put the braised hooves on the table in front of Wu Xian: "Wu Xian must have never eaten the food of the world for a long time, Bai Zhi's craftsmanship is second to none in Cangming Mountain, and this braised hoof is even better." ”

Bai Zhi looked at Gu Zhihuan's movements, and her expression became strange.

Wu Xian picked up the chopsticks, pinched a hoof, and put it in Song Yufeng's bowl as if no one was around: "Yufeng, eat more." ”

Song Yufeng refused in shock: "I don't eat yesterday's leftovers!" ”

Wu Xian's smile froze.

Gu Zhihuan didn't expect to be sold so thoroughly by Song Yufeng, she rubbed her eyebrows, and said calmly: "The Cangming faction is a little tight. ”

Wu Xian pointed to Song Yufeng's belly hidden under his robe: "The poor sect can't raise such a big belly." ”

Song Yufeng: "!! ”

Gu Zhihuan looked calm: "The second junior brother is pregnant." ”

Song Yufeng couldn't help but want to flip the table.

Han Yue picked up the bowl on the table and hid the smile that he couldn't hide from the corner of his mouth.

Wu Xian's scorching gaze fell on Song Yufeng's stomach: "Really? ”

You're really uncle!

Song Yufeng wanted to scold: "The head of the dignified and free faction also believes in this kind of nonsense? ”

"Of course I don't believe it." Wu Xian replied.

Song Yufeng snorted coldly.

Wu Xian said slowly: "It is impossible for Yufeng to have other people's children. ”