Leng Meiying gave him the 'nunchucks' that he had bought for millions of gold coins, as well as his original silver spear, which turned into roast sticks today, piercing the porcupines from beginning to end, and then roasting them over a high fire.

Mo Qing has spent time in the Poetic Heavenly City since he was five years old, although he hates Lu Ren and them, but for the aspect of eating, the Poetic Heavenly City has always been very particular.

Even, the chef of the Shaocheng Lord Lu Fei was specially selected from the royal chefs of the three major empires.

Although Mo Qing is also a hard-working person, his taste is still extremely high.

Now when I saw the night scales erecting the roast pig, and then went into the dense forest to make the same flowers and plants, and touched the whole body of the porcupine after mashing, I felt a burst of inexplicability.

She never imagined that the food could be eaten like this.

One thing she didn't say, like the food that came out like this, was it clean?

However, when the roast pig emitted a burst of strange fragrance, this thought was slowly suppressed by her.

Last night's battle was hearty, and at the same time, the bodies of the two people were also very tired.

Warriors are also human beings, and they have to eat if they are human beings, and because of their efficient athleticism, the amount of food they eat is far greater than that of ordinary people.

This roast pig looked very large, weighing one or two hundred catties, but neither Mo Qing nor Night Scale thought that it could not eat it.

Half an hour later, the roast pig was roasted, and the night scales smashed out some bottles and cans from the spatial ring, and then poured towards the roast pig.

The flame licked the roast pig, and in a short time, the whole roast pig had turned into that very attractive golden brown.

A strong fragrance emanated from the roast pig's body, making Mo Sen, who was already hungry, even more hungry.

There was a sudden rumbling in my stomach, and it was loud.

Mo Qing's face turned red all of a sudden, like a red apple.

Lowering his head violently, Mo Qing seemed to feel that his face was burned by fire like this roast pig, and it was so red that it was hot.

"Shame on the dead, shame on the dead, how can this be? This unassuming belly......" Mo Qing's heart kept muttering, she didn't dare to imagine what Nightscale would think of her.

A girl with a crooked belly? What is this system? It's just a matter of screaming like this, how can you be so rude in front of a boy?

Mo Qing's heart became very worried, and for some reason, her heart began to worry.

And the source of worry is the night scales in front of her, although she doesn't want to admit it, but in the bottom of her heart, she is worried about whether night scales will have thoughts about her because of her rude behavior.

Even, she wondered if Nightscale would be because of the scream of her stomach, and if Nightscale would associate her with the kind of bad girl who was not educated.

Bi Jing, in her dogma since she was a child, her stomach barks like a toad, which is very rude.

However, the things she valued were completely different here at Nightscales.

Nightscale wasn't the kind of aristocratic kid, on the contrary, he was just a very grassroots, poor kid.

Not to mention the stomach screaming, even the more rude thing is nothing here at Nightscales.

I think when he was small at night, he was hungry more than once, like Mo Qing's belly, he didn't know how many times he had experienced it.