Ling Xie, stop!" Nangong Ling Xiao's voice came in time.

Nangong Lingxie's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, turned his head to look at Nangong Lingxiao, and after a long time, he reluctantly withdrew his hand, returned to the bed stupidly, and sat cross-legged.

"Brother, I'm hungry!" Nangong Lingxie's eyes drifted to the little white sable in the spar on the ground, looking at the fragrant food of the little white mink, he also felt that he couldn't stand the hunger!

Nangong Lingxiao snorted, looked at Murong Feihu, and said sincerely: "Little uncle, can you ask the little fox to get us something to eat?"

Murong Feihu looked at the little fox: "She's like this, are you sure you let her get food?"

Nangong Lingxiao coughed.

"A-uh-huh-"

Nangong Ling Xie had an expression of hunger and unbearable hunger.

Murong Feihu has a headache, I really want to slap these two foodies to death, the little fox is injured like this, do you have a little sympathy?

Gollum - Gollum - Gollum – Gollum –

Someone's stomach rang a few times.

That's embarrassing.

Murong Feihu's face was unpredictable, and after a while, she hurriedly held the little fox and put it in the chair, she stepped back eight feet away, waved her sleeves, and the things on the table were gone, and sneered: "You-feel free, I'll watch!"

What logic?

The little fox opened his eyes, raised his head, glanced at the expressions of the three people, and stretched out his palm helplessly, one plate, two plates, three plates......

Old vinegared peanuts, fried chicken, salt-baked chicken, cola chicken wings, spicy chicken nuggets, tomato and egg soup, plus a pot of fragrant white rice.

"Wow-" Nangong Ling Xie put on his shoes again, and as he walked to the table, he wiped his hands with a towel, his eyes straightened.

Nangong Lingxiao's good-looking eyes narrowed: How many secrets do you have?

Little Fox: What's the secret?

Nangong Lingxiao: What's the matter? Don't explain, how do you make these dishes?

Little Fox: What did the cook in the imperial dining room do?

Nangong Lingxiao: Really, your storage ring is so powerful, and can it still be kept fresh?

Looking at the steaming dishes, it is obvious that they are just out of the pot, okay? Am I blind?

Little Fox: yes, I'm weird too?

The little fox still pretended to be ignorant, and anyway, he couldn't get in.

Nangong Lingxiao was also really hungry, looked at the dishes on the table, climbed out of bed, put on his shoes, took out a wet towel, wiped his hands, and then swaggered to the table and sat down.

The dishes and chopsticks are ready-made in their storage rings, so each of them took their own dishes and chopsticks and began to eat!

The little fox held his forehead: No one robbed you, what are you fighting?

At the dining table, Nangong Ling Xie and Murong Feihu fought in the air because of the last chicken wing, and two pairs of chopsticks.

Nangong Lingxiao raised his eyelids, and then, the chopsticks accurately picked up the last chicken wing and put it in his mouth!

"Hey—"

"Hey—"

The two pairs of chopsticks stretched out to Nangong Lingxiao's mouth together, trying to snatch the chicken wings back, but helplessly, he slowed down half a beat, and only watched the chicken wings being swallowed by Nangong Lingxiao, spitting out the bones-

"Childish!" Nangong Lingxiao spit out two words, and slowly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the chicken legs of the salt-baked chicken.

"My-"

"My-"

Murong Feihu and Nangong Lingxie seemed to have a grudge, the chopsticks of the two began to clash in the air again, and the dishes on the table were decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then decreasing, and when Murong Feihu and Nangong Lingxie realized this, there was only a plate of old vinegar peanuts on the table, and they didn't move.

"Nangong Lingxiao-" Murong Feihu gritted his back molars, and even King Xiao stopped screaming!

Nangong Lingxie: "Brother-" Grievance, sadness, helplessness, a variety of emotions are hidden in the last note.

The little fox was wrapped in a white cloth, only the head was not bandaged, at this moment. Two big eyes looked at the three of them, and they couldn't put their feelings into words.

Emma, what if you can't look at it, men are naïve, and they are more terrible than women!

Nangong Lingxiao ate and drank to his heart's content, climbed down the stool, and slowly paced around the room to eat.

"Little fox, how many more plates?" Nangong Ling Xie held Shangguan Linghu's seat with his hand and stared at the little fox, for fear that the little fox would run away?

"No—" The little fox said helplessly.

"Impossible?" Nangong Ling Xie was about to cry, the eldest brother of the pit brothers, how could he eat all the dishes, he hadn't eaten yet, and glared at Murong Feihu very unhappily, and then smiled at the little fox flatteringly.

The little fox only saw the corners of Nangong Lingxie's mouth pulling under the mask, and he didn't know if he was smiling or not, it was very weird, so he shivered, wilted, and looked weak.

The corners of Nangong Lingxie's mouth twitched fiercely: Emma, in order to eat, there is no lower limit?

Sit up straight, pick up chopsticks, and serve the white rice.

"Me C, where are the peanuts?" Nangong Lingxie looked around the table, only to see the empty five plates and an empty soup bowl, and when he didn't even have a plate with no vegetable soup, he wanted to cry without tears-

"Use it slowly!" Murong Feihu ate a full meal, but this old vinegar peanut is a little sour, if you eat too much, this stomach is a little uncomfortable, hurry up and eliminate the food!

So, the elegant Murong Feihu got up, shook his hand, opened the door, and walked out.

"This, this, this-" Nangong Ling Xie pulled the white rice, looked at the empty plate on the table, and felt like crying without tears: Why am I so miserable-ah-ah-

Nangong Ling Xie was shouting in his heart, but he couldn't stop begging for food, there was hot white rice to eat, it was not bad, the white rice was crystal clear, and it was boiled with spiritual spring water, which was extraordinarily fragrant.

In this way, the evil king, who had no worries about food and clothing, held a pot of white rice and ate it with relish.

The little fox couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and put a bottle of chili sauce on the table, and then, jumping off the chair, slowly went back to the back room, wrapped all over her body, so she walked very slowly, very slowly.

The little white sable was immersed in eating, and when he saw the little fox walking slowly to the inner room, he hurriedly dug it out of the blue spar, and bowed to the little fox with a flattering face: "Thank you sister for saving your life!"

"Well, what, a life-saving grace?" the little fox stopped and looked at the little white sable lying on the ground in a prostrate shape with a puzzled expression.

The little white sable raised his head, and looked at the little fox with admiration in his eyes: "My spiritual power has been sealed, and these spars you gave have broken through the seal in my body, and I can cultivate again now!"

"Uh, it's so amazing, eating stones can also increase spiritual power?" the little fox frowned, why didn't he hear the nine-tailed fox talk about it?

Doesn't the nine-tailed fox want to improve his cultivation? Why?

If the nine-tailed fox knew her thoughts, he would have to beat her up, the nine-tailed fox relied on absorbing the aura of nature, where had he eaten the spade, if the nine-tailed fox knew that eating the spar could increase his spiritual power, how could he have to eat hundreds of them!

"Yes, in our Firmament Continent, as long as people with spiritual power have spiritual power, they can use their own spiritual stones to increase their spiritual power, so these blue crystals can only be absorbed by spiritual power that belongs to my type. ”

"Do you know what kind of hedron I can suck?" the little fox blinked.

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