The price to be paid is ......

Phoenix: "......"

Qingwei: "......"

The white spread tablecloth was instantly stained into a cloud of gray, and it looked like a big stain. Originally, Qing Wei wanted to shoot it away, but after the dust fell, she brushed it like this.

The white tablecloth is even dirtier......

Not only the tablecloth, but also the plates, small bowls, and even the peach blossoms placed on the top were all stained with black spots.

Before, they roasted rabbits outside the Guanghan Palace, in the wilderness, who paid so much attention. Now the phoenix dove is so delicately arranged, the falling carbon gray sawdust is like dripping ink spots on a piece of white paper, no matter how you look at it, it is uncomfortable.

She was about to say something, but the phoenix dove had already covered her eyes firmly with both hands, as if in great pain, and shouted: "-Xuan, sex! ”

When Xuan Se heard the call, he hurriedly brought a basin of water, plus a clean Supa and handed it to the phoenix.

The phoenix dove took the supa and carefully scrubbed the soot on his face, but after he wiped it clean like this, it seemed to have more adsorption power, and the dirty things ran towards him.

He shuddered, already in great pain. But his hand clenched the wooden stick on the fire rack, for fear that if his hand shook like this, the rabbit that had finally been roasted would fall into the fire pit.

Then he had to do it again, and suffer it again.

- Oh, I almost forgot that this dead roast chicken has a habit of cleanliness.

Tsk, if you don't die, you won't die!

Probably this is not a way, the phoenix dove said something in Xuan Se's ear, and after a while, Xuan Se brought a large group of people. They came in a mighty manner, each holding a large feather fan.

The doves roasted and roasted, and whenever some soot flew out, they fanned it vigorously with large fans to prevent the utensils from falling into the dust.

Fly once, fan once, fly once, fan once.

By the time the dove finished roasting, his hairstyle proved that he was already messy.

Qing Wei held back a smile, watched Feng Jiu take out a small golden mirror from his arms, and then brushed the messy hair on his head and said sadly: "-Alas, it's just like that, it's still so beautiful, how can this live!" ”

Qingwei: "......"

She wanted to say, "If you don't want to live, I don't mind strangling you."

However, she looked at the fragrant rabbit and swallowed it stiffly.

He took out a small narrow-mouthed bottle, pulled out the cork, poured the powder into the palm of his hand, and sprinkled it delicately and evenly on it through the rubbing of his fingertips, and the whole aroma of rabbit meat burst out.

The phoenix dove also set up a knife and fork, and slice the roasted fat rabbit piece by piece, and the thin transparent slices of meat exude an attractive fragrance in the sun, which makes people's appetite move.

When Qing Wei was about to start, a circle of immortal guards standing on the periphery were all salivating and staring at her.

She doesn't give, and she doesn't give either......

Their gaze is longing, cold, and ......

"-What's wrong? Eat! The phoenix dove dragged his cheeks, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead with Supa, and said, "Stinky fox, this immortal jun finally got it right, don't say you don't like it." ”

Qing Wei looked at Feng Jiuxiang sweating, she shook her head, "It's definitely not that I don't like it, but ......"

"And what?"

She gestured weakly to the people behind her, whose eyes glowed red, like ferocious and hungry beasts, staring at the food on their plates and salivating.

"Feng Dove, are we really big husbands?"