Song Xuan: "......"

God love dinner.

Jiang Jian said this very rationally and vigorously, and after taking away the noodle bowl, he sat opposite Song Xuan, picked up the noodles and took a sip, and his eyes suddenly lit up a little without a trace.

The noodles are cooked just right, the strength is smooth, not stiff or soft, the entrance is a faint lard aroma, the fresh fragrance is not greasy, and it is very palatable.

[Song Xiaoxuan's skills are good. Jiang Jin praised in his mind, [Clear soup noodles are the most testing of people's skills, can make clear soup noodles so delicious, Song Xiaoxuan's cooking skills really don't say. 】

233 drooled greedily, and his chubby little hand wiped the corners of his mouth: [Host, I want to eat too. 】

Jiang Jin asked it: [Can the system eat?] 】

233 Silence for a Moment: [...... No. 】

Jiang Jian touched its head lovingly, and continued to snort, unable to stop taking one bite after another.

Song Xuan, who was robbed of dinner, was not annoyed, he knew that it was useless to be annoyed, so he simply got up and went back to the kitchen, ready to cook another bowl of noodles.

When he was below, Song Xuan suddenly asked, "Is it enough to eat?" ”

Jiang Yao swallowed the noodles in his mouth slowly: "It's not enough, another bowl." ”

Song Xuan didn't answer, but grabbed an extra handful of noodles and went down to the boiling water. He didn't care about the evil spirit, but he was afraid that the evil spirit would grab the second bowl if he grabbed the first bowl, after all, no one could say for sure the temper of the evil spirit.

The restaurant is not a closed restaurant, and the interaction between the two does not deliberately avoid other people.

Someone in the room next to them noticed their interaction, and after glancing at each other, they didn't seem to know what to do, so they pulled Song Siran to the door again.

Song Siran glanced at the two people at the table who seemed to be talking happily, and frowned.

If it was before Song Xuan became a sacrifice, Song Siran naturally had no scruples. But now that Song Xuan is a sacrifice of the evil spirit, and he is suspected of being favored by the evil spirit, Song Siran's actions are not as open as before.

But Song Xuan, who became a sacrifice, couldn't get too close to other people, especially if that person was not the Song family who knew the inside story.

So Song Siran picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Song Qingzhou to ask what to do.

A moment later, he received a reply: [I checked Jiang Tang, he is a Xuanshi who suddenly registered his identity in the association, and he has no background. 】

[Song Xuan can't move, but if necessary, he can start with Jiang Tang. 】

Song Siran had a number in his heart.

Jiang Tang's strength is very strong, and Song Siran does have a good impression of him after getting along in the past few days, but this good impression is limited to his natural admiration for the strong, if the other party touches the fundamental interests of the Song family......

Jiang Tang is indeed very strong, but no matter how strong he is, he is only one person, and he is not stronger than the entire Song family.

Song Siran narrowed his eyes, and his eyes suddenly took on a slight color when he looked at the two people at the table.

The young man at the table seemed to notice his gaze, looked up in the direction of the dormitory, smiled gently, and beckoned to him, "Do you want to come and eat together?" The noodles cooked by Song Xuan are very fragrant. ”

Song Xuan: "......"

The figure of the boiled noodles in the kitchen was slightly stunned, and the hand that beat the egg shook and almost threw the egg shell into the pot.

Song Siran: "......"

A hammer.

Can't you see that he has a bad relationship with Song Xuan? Don't you have any eyesight?

He waved at Jiang Jin, closed the door of the dormitory, and stopped paying attention to them.

Jiang Jin sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that they can't eat such delicious noodles." ”

Song Xuan had already deeply understood the evil taste of evil spirits, and he silently cooked the noodles, divided them into two bowls and served them to the table.

The young man had already eaten the last bowl of noodles to the bottom, his originally pale lips were burned red, his glasses were taken off and put aside, and his eyebrows and eyes were clearly exposed.

Song Xuan flickered his head for a moment, and the delicate face of the young evil spirit appeared in his mind, and his thoughts even took it upon himself to dye the pair of miserable white lips with the crimson color of the moment.

Song Xuan frowned and forcibly pulled back his thoughts again.

Jiang Jin just finished the last bite, reached out and brought the next bowl: "These two bowls are mine, you go cook another bowl." ”

Song Xuan: "......"

He pursed the corners of his lips, and before he could sit down, he straightened up again, and was about to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

But I heard the young man chuckle loudly: "Tease you, sit down and eat, I only need a bowl." ”

Song Xuan: "......"

He retracted what he had just said.

The evil taste of evil spirits is endless, and he can't fathom it.

After finishing the meal, Jiang Jian was dragged to the dormitory by several students, pestered him to use his occult skills, and when everyone let him go back to the house, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.

The light in the single room was still on, and the boy sat on his knees on the floor, his slender back straight, and his eyes drooped to read the book on his lap seriously.

Song Xuan had already changed his clothes and seemed to have taken a bath.

Jiang Jian swept the cover of the book, it was one of the books he asked Hei San to hand over to Song Xuan, Song Xuan had obviously read most of it, and he had made a lot of notes in the book at hand.

Jiang Jin chuckled lightly and said, "You work hard." ”

The boy's eyelashes fluttered, and he closed the book and was about to end this study, when he saw a sudden poke in front of him, and his slender fingers hooked lightly.

"Let me see how it is going over the next few days."

Song Xuan noticed that the young man's warm voice was dyed with a hint of youthful clarity, and the hand spread out in front of his eyes became fairer and slender.

He raised his eyes and saw that the young man had somehow lost his disguise and revealed in front of him the true face of the evil spirit.

Rao had already seen this face once, and Song Xuan still shook his head.

The room was brightly lit, the evil spirit stood in the backlight, a red tear mole fell on the cheeks as white as snow, and the reflection of the long eyelashes dangled under the eyelids, but it could not cover the glint in the peach eyes.

Song Xuan only flickered for a moment, then retracted his thoughts and handed the notebook in his hand to the evil spirit.

Jiang Jian took it and looked at it for a while, there was not only ghost-related content in the notebook, but also a lot of other content, and it could be seen that Song Xuan's recent progress was rapid.

Just by unlocking a seal, he can run like this, and when all the seals are broken, wouldn't Song Xuan want to take off directly?

Jiang Jian was very satisfied, but there was no show on his face, and he said slowly: "Reluctantly, if you work harder, you may not be tied to the bathhouse by Black One and Six next time." ”

Song Xuan: ". ”

Expected review.

Jiang Jian threw the notebook back to Song Xuan, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, undressing as he went, and casually threw his coat to the side of the bed.

Beneath the demon's coat was a white shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and the belt around his waist was tightly fastened, making his waist even more thin and flexible than the black shirt and red belt of the past.

Jiang Jin pulled off the belt around his waist, and with a slight flip of his white wrist, the belt landed accurately on his previous coat.

Realizing that he was unconsciously paying attention to the evil spirit's every move, Song Xuan's eyebrows froze, and he immediately withdrew his gaze, but the corner of his eye still caught a glimpse of the jade-white color that flashed before the bathroom door closed.

Soon the sound of rushing water sounded in the bathroom.

The sound of the water is sometimes loud and sometimes small, and it is not the same as the sound of the water in the Oni Bath at that time.

Song Xuan rubbed his eyebrows, a little upset and couldn't calm down, he simply closed the book in his hand with a snap, and prepared to lie down and sleep.

In the bathroom, however, there was a lazy call from the evil spirit: "Bring me a bath towel." ”