Chapter 1702: You are not full?

He was tangled, a hand suddenly stretched over, a plate of delicate pastry in his palm, and looked up along the pale blue sleeve, the expressionless face of Shenjiu Li: "Eat this, you can add your physical strength."
A Mo raised his eyes and looked at him, raised his hand and lifted his hand away, yawning lazily: "I don't want to eat your stuff."
Turning to look at Xue Yilan again: "I remember you roasted good game?"
Xue Yilan looked at the mountain forest below, his eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll take you down to roast game!" He half-tucked A Mo's waist and rushed to a place that had not been covered by purple smoke, and didn't enter the jungle in a blink There is no shadow in it.
Shen Jiuli's arms slowly retracted, and the cakes on his palms were even hot. The sweet taste lingered in the air was one of the most successful cakes he made, and no one will be rare today.
fair enough!
He slowly raised his hand, and the pastry in his palm was directly turned into flour, and when the wind blew, the flour also disappeared without a trace.
He slowly sat on the cloud, meditating with his eyes down.
...
A bonfire.
A pheasant is about to be cooked on the campfire, and the golden skin is rolled down with grease, and the aroma is tangy.
Xue Yilan looked at A Mo, who was leaning against her sleeping, and looked up at the sky in the distance.
Shen Jiuli saw that he and A Mo were so close to each other, but he did not respond and did not follow him. Did he really let go?
The pheasant was cooked, and he turned it around. The hot pheasant was already at a suitable temperature. Then he patted A Mo gently and passed the roasted pheasant to her.
A Mo's eyes lighted up and she took it. It seemed that she was really hungry, and the wind was lingering in the clouds. For a moment, a chicken had become a pile of chicken bones.
Xue Yilan's lip corner was slightly drawn, his Mo Mo's meals were good. This is.
At this time, it was already dark, and under the light of the campfire, A Mo's eyes were shining. After eating a chicken, she was still a little bit interested: "Xue Yilan, grill more."
"Momo, aren't you full?"
A Mo shook her head: "Sloppy." In fact, she felt a bit supportive, but there was a place in her chest that she always felt a bit empty, and she was not satisfied with how many things she filled in.
So Xue Yilan started to bake again.
He is now very easy to hunt. He doesn't need to get up. Just sound a whistle, and various small animals will automatically come to the door.
Xue Yilan randomly selected a few meaty and tender varieties, slaughtered the barbecues that were grilled next to each other, and the charcoal grilled ...
He intentionally showed his ability in front of her, and naturally did his best to make it the most delicious.
"Momo, what exactly is this Ziyan?"
A Mo was stroking a rabbit leg. She glanced into the air and shook her head slightly: "This seat has never been seen before, but the deity should be informed. He will meet with others when they meet. Everyone explains, "
Xue Yilan's eyes moved slightly. He didn't show much interest in this purple smoke, but was interested in what A Mo just said.
In these days, when A Mo occasionally mentioned God Jiuli with him, he still called his name directly, saying how God Jiuli was, but this time he directly called the identity of the other party. The meaning of rustiness overflows in words.
What happened between her and God Jiuli?
How did you get here again?
Xue Yilan didn't dare to ask directly, lest she touched her inverse scale, he picked the safest one: "Momo, you ... are three people traveling together? By the way, what about Xiaonianmo?"