He was struggling, a hand suddenly stretched out, a plate of delicate pastries in his palm, looking up along the light blue sleeve, it was Shen Jiuli's expressionless face: "Eat this, you can replenish your physical strength." ”

Ah Mo raised his eyes and glanced at him, raised his hand to pull his hand away, and yawned lazily: "I don't want to eat your things." ”

He turned his eyes to look at Xue Yilan again: "I remember that your game is roasted well?" ”

Xue Yilan looked at the mountains and forests below, and his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll take you down to roast game!" He half-wrapped his arms around Ah Mo's waist and rushed down to the place where he had not been shrouded in purple smoke, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dense forest and disappeared into the shadow.

Shen Jiuli's arm slowly retracted, and the pastry in his palm was even steaming, and the sweet taste filled the air, it was the most successful pastry he had ever made, and no one would be rare anymore.

Such...... That's good!

He slowly raised his hand, and the pastry in his palm directly turned into powder, and when the wind blew, the powder also floated without a trace.

He sat slowly on the clouds, his eyes down and meditating.

……

A bonfire.

A pheasant is about to be roasted on the campfire, and the fat is rolling off the golden skin, and the aroma is tangy.

Xue Yilan looked at Ah Mo, who was leaning against him and was sleeping, and then looked up at the sky in the distance.

Shen Jiuli saw that he was intimate with Ah Mo Rusi, but he didn't react or chase after him, did he really give it up?

The pheasant was roasted, he turned it around in his hand, and the hot pheasant was already a very suitable temperature, so he gently woke up Ah Mo and handed the roasted pheasant to her.

Ah Mo's eyes lit up, and she took it, it seemed that she was really hungry, like a whirlwind, and a chicken had become a pile of chicken bones in a moment.

The corners of Xue Yilan's lips twitched slightly, and his Momo meal volume increased.

At this time, it was already dark, under the reflection of the bonfire, Ah Mo's eyes were shining, and after eating a chicken, she was still a little unsatisfied: "Xue Yilan, bake more." ”

"Momo, haven't you eaten enough?"

Ah Mo shook his head: "So-so." In fact, she felt a little stretched, but there was a place in her chest that she always felt a little empty, and she couldn't fill in as much as she could.

So, Xue Yilan began to bake things again.

He now hunts with great ease, he doesn't have to get up, he just blows a whistle, and all kinds of small animals will come to his door one after another.

Xue Yilan randomly selected a few tender and small and fat varieties, and slaughtered the barbecue one by one, charcoal-grilled charcoal......

He deliberately showed his skills in front of her, and naturally did his best to make it the most delicious.

"Momo, what the hell is this purple smoke?"

Ah Mo was gnawing on a rabbit leg, she glanced at the air, and shook her head slightly: "I've never seen it before, but that god should know about it, and he should explain it to everyone when everyone gathers,"

Xue Yilan's eyes moved slightly, he was not much interested in this purple smoke, but he was interested in what Ah Mo had just said.

These days, when Ah Mo occasionally mentions Shen Jiuli to him, he still calls him by his name, saying how Shen Jiuli is, but this time he directly called the other party's identity. The meaning of unfamiliarity is overflowing.

What happened between her and Shen Jiuli?

How did it get to this point again?

Xue Yilan didn't dare to ask directly, for fear of touching her scales, he chose the safest one: "Momo, you ...... Is it a three-person trip? By the way, what about Xiao Nianmo? ”

……

Roll the ticket, cheer-la-la-la.

Guess what, did Ah Mo hear what Shen Jiuli and his son said?