"You're not disgusted with my saliva, hehe, I'm just going to make you disgusted!" Thinking of this with some wicked interest, he raised his head and squirted a large mouthful of saliva into the air without a trace, and then with a movement of his mind, this saliva was diluted into the mist of condensed water. At this point, the lowest level of water magic has also taken shape. It's just that those who use this to play pranks, I'm afraid our Piao Daxia can be called the first person in the ages.

Looking at the tiger skin, which had been washed so clean, that the tiger meat could not be cleaner was infiltrated by the mist mixed with his own saliva in all directions, and he couldn't help but show a proud look on his face when he disappeared.

"Little brother, what's so happy?" Seeing this, the middle-aged Confucian who came back with a large pile of dry firewood asked with some curiosity.

"Later, when you have had enough food and wine, your Excellency will surely show the same expression as you did below!" replied without a trace. Hehe, in terms of the psychological quality of our floating heroes, how can such a small battle show the slightest slight?

"That's right!" The middle-aged Confucian didn't pick a thorn and said that there was "no wine" here, but followed someone's words and said, "Then there is little brother Lao who has worked hard?"

"Hard work is hard work. "Drifting without a trace doesn't seem to know how to be humble at all," However, being able to meet in the vast mountains can be regarded as a kind of fate. For this fate, you might as well work hard in the future!"

The middle-aged Confucian was choked by this answer, and his face twitched. However, it's not good to say anything, after all, he has a request for others now.

At the same time of emotion, Piao Wuxian swallowed the last piece of tiger meat on the wooden stick into his stomach with a bite. Then he stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked towards the tiger skin with the wooden stick in his hand......

The middle-aged Confucian naturally saw what the young man in front of him was trying to do, so he hurriedly spoke out to stop him: "Little brother, slow down!"

"What's the matter?" As soon as he said this, he put on a look of sudden realization, "Oh, I see. Your Excellency thinks this wooden stick is dirty!"

Although the middle-aged Confucian was embarrassed, he still nodded stubbornly.

"Don't be afraid, this stick was carefully wiped with grass and trees before it was grilled!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian hurriedly shook his head and stopped: "Don't, don't!"

"Oh, you're afraid that these plants and trees are not clean!" said Drift Silent again.

The middle-aged Confucian hurriedly nodded again and again.

"Don't worry, even if it's not clean before, but it's been barbecued many times, what else is your Excellency worried about?"

Who would have thought that when the middle-aged Confucian heard that the young man in front of him had used it many times, his face became even more ugly.

"What's that expression on your face?" asked Piano Trace, pretending to be displeased, "Oh, I see. You're disgusted, aren't you?"

The middle-aged Confucian saw that his mind was broken in front of others, and the look on his face became more and more embarrassed. Admit it? Seems a little too impersonal. After all, now he is begging someone to help him barbecue, but he is still disgusted with others. I don't admit it, I'm afraid I can't eat barbecue with other people's saliva on it. For a while, the middle-aged Confucian fell into the dilemma of not knowing how to answer.

After waiting for a while, he said angrily: "Okay, okay, Your Excellency doesn't need to be entangled, I already understand your intentions." Speaking of this, he shoved the wooden stick in his hand into the middle-aged Confucian student's hand, "Oh, take it!

I saw the middle-aged Confucian take out the saber at his waist, and then carefully and carefully cut off every part of the wooden stick in his hand as thin as a cicada's wings. After putting away the sword, the middle-aged Confucian did not hand the wooden stick to Piaowu, but took out something from his bosom......

"Wow, wouldn't it?" The floating man on the side suddenly exclaimed, almost so frightened that the middle-aged Confucian didn't hold the wooden stick in his hand, "You're a big man, and you still carry a handkerchief with you?"

"You bastard, are you startled, do you want to scare people to death?" The middle-aged Confucian couldn't help but scold angrily in his heart, but because he asked for others, he pressed it in his heart, "What's wrong with men? Can't men love clean?" The middle-aged Confucian asked angrily.

"Yes, of course!" replied without a trace with a playful expression, "It's just that you are a big man, and the handkerchief you use is too fancy, right?"

"Fancy me!" replied disapprovingly as the middle-aged Confucian carefully wiped it.

"Oh, it's almost embroidered with flowers! Do you say it's not fancy?" Because he was so emotional in his heart, he couldn't help but mumble two sentences of "sissy" without a trace! But to someone's surprise, the middle-aged Confucian seemed to have not heard it, and he was not angry at all.

At this moment, he felt very strange without a trace: "Could it be that this person is already immune to the word 'sissy'?" I thought about it from beginning to end, not to mention, this middle-aged Confucian student feels really "feminine". Could it be that this person has been raised as a "girl" by his family since he was a child? That's why he has no aversion to the word "Niangniang"? Otherwise, it is impossible for any normal man to be as unresponsive as he is when he hears such humiliating comments.

Because of the suspicion in his heart, the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian who looked at him without a trace became strange. I don't know if it's because of the colored glasses, or if that's the case, anyway, the more I look at it, the more I feel that the middle-aged Confucian wipes the wooden stick like a woman's.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" After wiping it, the middle-aged Confucian finally noticed something strange when he handed the wooden stick back to someone, so he asked with some vigilance.

"Oh, nothing, nothing! I'm just looking. After explaining with an embarrassed expression, Piao Wuxian hurriedly took the wooden stick, "I'll roast it for you." With that, he ran away without a trace.

When the middle-aged Confucian saw someone's obvious weak reaction, the vigilance on his face became even stronger, and at the same time, he wondered in his heart: "Isn't this young man seeing some flaws?" After thinking about it, he felt that there was such a possibility, "This person is eccentric, I really can't tell." I'd better be on guard. ”

After skewering a string of tiger meat, he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart: "Xiao'er, you dare to dislike me? Hehe, now, aren't you willing to swallow my saliva?" Of course, such a treacherous smile was made with his back to the middle-aged Confucian student. As soon as he turned around, his expression had returned to normal. At this moment, someone can't help but feel in his heart that he was born with the qualification of "actor".