When Ye Qingchen's hands were sore, Long Junmo slowly stretched out his hand and took the grilled fish.

Accustomed to seeing his cold appearance like a god, now he is holding a grilled fish in his hand, looking confused, forming a huge contrast with his temperament, unexpectedly poking her cuteness.

"Poof" Ye Qingchen couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Long Junmo's eyes turned cold, and Ye Qingchen hurriedly covered his mouth, "I won't laugh!"

The sky is dark, and the colorful glow on the horizon is colorful, like a fairy dressed up and dancing. The stars gradually appeared, as if to bid farewell to the sunset. On the side of the cold pool, the bonfire is red, and the two of them squat and stand, the atmosphere is warm and unbearable.

What Mo Feijian saw when he came back was such a scene. His steps stagnated, minimizing his presence and not being able to bear to disturb him.

His gaze stayed on Long Junmo, the young master who was lonely and lonely on weekdays, had a gentle temperament at this moment, holding a grilled fish in his hand, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be thinking about how to put his mouth down.

Such a vivid young master was something he had never seen before.

In my impression, whether it is cold or evil, no matter which side of the young master, he is cold and indifferent in his bones, cold and cold-blooded. And at this moment, he walked down from the clouds, coated with the warm color of the campfire, dyed with the smell of mortal earth, and it looked so real.

"How long do you want to watch there?" a cold voice came, interrupting Mo Feijian's thoughts. He rubbed his nose, smiled, and walked out of the shadows towards the two.

"Hey, young master. Mo Feijian walked up to Long Junmo's side, a flattering smile on his handsome face.

"Flying Sword Senior, you're back!" Ye Qingchen was a little surprised when he saw Mo Feijian. She hadn't seen him for several days since he was sent out by Long Junmo on an errand last time.

"I made a grilled fish, let's eat it with the flying sword seniors!" Ye Qingchen said, handing a grilled fish to Mo Feijian.

"That's the best!" The smell of the grilled fish made Mo Feijian's index finger move, and he hid the sword that never left his hand into the space, took the grilled fish handed over by Ye Qingchen and sniffed it, with an expression of enjoyment.

Although with his cultivation, three meals a day are dispensable, after all, he has also cultivated step by step from mortals, and he still has a strong interest in eating. Especially the grilled fish in front of you, with its full color, flavor and appearance, it looks like a delicious taste in the world!

"You can't do it without fish, but without wine. Mo Feijian's eyebrows were high, and as he spoke, the light in his hand flashed, and a wine jar appeared in his hand.

"What if you don't take out the wine and share it?" Ye Qingchen squeezed his eyebrows at him, and one hand had already stretched out, with obvious intentions.

"It seems to make a lot of sense!" Mo Feijian laughed, handed the wine jar in his hand to Ye Qingchen, and took out another jar himself. As for his own young master, he directly ignored it, because he knew that the young master did not drink.

"What about mine?" the faint voice sounded in Mo Feijian's ears, and the wine jar in his hand almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Young Master, are you serious?" Mo Feijian looked shocked, and wondered if he had heard it wrong.

With a wave of his hand, Long Junmo rolled up the wine jar in Mo Feijian's hand, and rewarded him with an eye knife by the way.

Mo Feijian: "。。。。。。 ”

Young master, is this a change of sex?

The three of them sat around the campfire, and the light of the bonfire shone on the three of them, gilding them with an orange glow.

Seeing Long Junmo holding the wine jar in one hand and grilled fish in the other, Mo Feijian and Ye Qingchen were a little uncomfortable.

Pursing his lips, Ye Qingchen suddenly raised the wine jar in his hand, and said loudly, "These days, thank you two for taking care of me and teaching me, this kindness I Ye Qingchen must remember in my heart, dare not or forget." I would like to take this opportunity to toast you two with a glass!" Ye Qingchen said, raised his head and poured a sip of wine, showing his heroism.

"I should be the one to say thank you. Mo Feijian smiled.

"Why?" Ye Qingchen wiped his mouth and looked at Mo Feijian in puzzlement.

Mo Feijian glanced at Long Junmo beside him, suddenly raised the wine jar, and said, "It's an honor for Mo to know Miss Ye, I have dried this wine." With that, Mo Feijian also raised his head and drank the entire jar.

When you sing about wine, what is your life?

Ye Qingchen didn't dwell on it anymore, in this situation, he was happy in time, what did he want to do so much?

After three rounds of drinking, Ye Qingchen was slightly drunk, she blurred her eyes, and saw Long Junmo on the side, drinking and eating fish, only to feel that he had lost his cold coat, and there was more warm smell of fireworks.