This time, Piao Wuxian roasted very seriously, with his ability to be praised by the world as a "god chef", although there was no internal force to call, but it didn't take long for a strong aroma to waft out of the barbecue......

The middle-aged Confucian was already hungry, and at this moment, under the stimulation of the rich aroma of meat, his belly was even more uncompromising. If it weren't for his own image, I'm afraid that this person would have stepped forward desperately to snatch the skewer of barbecue from someone's hand.

Sprinkled with salt and a little spices, and after roasting it again, he asked the middle-aged Confucian with a wicked expression, "Which skewer do you want?"

The eyes of the middle-aged Confucian can be fixed all the time. Naturally, I immediately picked the skewer of tiger meat that was roasted after drifting away.

Drifting without a trace, he asked again, "Are you sure you want this string?"

The middle-aged Confucian rolled his eyes at someone, didn't open his mouth at all, grabbed it, and then gobbled it up.

Drifting without a trace was happy in his heart: "Haha, even if you want to swallow my saliva, then you don't need to be so anxious, right?"

The middle-aged Confucian saw that someone's expression was very strange, so he asked a little inarticulately, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Hehe, don't I care about you?" said Driftless with a blushing face and a heartbeat, "What's the matter?"

"Mmmmmm

"Haha, then you still need to say? If it gets my saliva, how can it not be delicious?" It's just that if the middle-aged Confucian knows what he thinks at the moment, then I don't know what kind of situation will happen? Perha, if the internal strength is exhausted but the body is still strong, it should not suffer too much loss under the middle-aged Confucian master, right?

After this commotion, the roast tiger meat in Piaowu's hand was actually greatly overdone, and before, because it was roasted for himself, he didn't take it too seriously. However, although the taste of tiger meat is not very good, our Piao Daxia is very fragrant when eating. Because, someone's heart is happy!

"Haha, how particular are you? Don't you have to eat my saliva in the end?"

"Tut-tut, eat my saliva, and eat so delicious!"

"Even if you know the truth, you can't complain about me! I've hinted at you again and again! You want to choose a barbecue with my saliva on it, so who can complain about?" haha......

"Hehe, who made you embarrassed in front of me? I can't get used to being blind like you!"

"Tell you, if you can eat someone's saliva, that's your blessing!

......

Although the time to eat is short, the thoughts of our Piao Daxia have stretched for thousands of miles. Actually, this time it's no wonder that he can't be blamed. Because of the Qiao couple, the drifting has been in a bad mood. Although Piao Wuzi already thinks that he has given the Qiao couple a certain amount of compensation, but anyway, because of him, the Qiao couple still lost their closest people. Therefore, deep down, there has always been a hidden meaning of "not going". It is precisely because of this that Drift Without a Trace will be in a big mood and make a prank. Of course, this is also somewhat influenced by Dugu Tianfeng. But no matter what, Piao Wu had no ill will towards the middle-aged Confucian in front of him. Moreover, I can't say that after this trouble, it is a good thing for middle-aged Confucian students.

Later, under the repeated demands of the middle-aged Confucian students, even the evil taste of the floating without a trace was very suspicious: "Could it be that after mixing my saliva, this roast tiger meat really becomes delicious?"

After eating more than ten skewers in a row, the middle-aged Confucian was finally full.

When the middle-aged Confucian wiped his lips with a flower handkerchief, he said without a trace: "After this tribulation, the two of us are now intimate. ”

After hearing this, the middle-aged Confucian couldn't help but blush. "Don't talk nonsense! What kind of tribulations have we been through, who is close to you?"

"Well, none of that. But the two of us also had dinner together, which is always good, isn't it?"

The middle-aged Confucian naturally didn't understand the true consciousness in someone's words, although he faintly felt that something was wrong, but it was true that he had just eaten with the young man in front of him, so it was difficult to refute it.

"So, with our friendship, we can't even know each other's names and surnames, right?"

The middle-aged Confucian heard that the person in front of him was deliberately getting close to him, and he couldn't help frowning. It seems that this young man who has lived in the mountains for a long time is not exempt from vulgarity. Although the middle-aged Confucian had some disdain in his heart, he wanted to recruit this person just now, so he hesitated a little and replied, "Don't mention it again!"

"Mo Zaiti?" Floating without a trace was very curious, "Floating without a trace." Were you raised as a girl?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" said the middle-aged Confucian with a blush on his face.

"How can I talk nonsense?" Piao Wuxian looked innocent, "There is a 'boy' in this name, which fully shows that you are an authentic boy." But the last one has a clear girlish tendency, which shows that before you were born, your parents actually wanted you to be a girl. However, I have to admit that the level of your parents' name is really 'high'!"

The middle-aged Confucian was completely stunned, originally he was just a name nonsense, containing the irony of "don't ask my name again", who would have thought that the young man in front of him would actually make the last two words confused, and explained it in a matter-of-fact manner. I have to say that after listening to this set of rhetoric, the middle-aged Confucian student actually had a feeling of being impressed by the absence of a trace. It seems that although this person does not know the slightest martial arts, he does have his superiority.

I just wanted to praise two sentences, but the middle-aged Confucian thought about it: "Why did he emphasize that my parents wanted me to be a girl? Could it be that this man killed the tiger by brute force, but it was intentional? Could it be that when I showed up to meet me, I actually fell into this man's trap? Could it be that this person actually intended to approach me? Otherwise, why did he refuse my woo so decisively before, but now he is close to me?...... This middle-aged Confucian is definitely a very smart person, and when he thinks about these many doubts, he can't help but feel three points of vigilance in his heart.

Before the middle-aged Confucian saw without a trace, his face was cloudy, but he just didn't speak, so he said embarrassedly: "Brother Mo......"

"Rascal, you, you still want to 'touch your chest'?" Who would have thought that the middle-aged Confucian who had been silent just now suddenly broke out!