Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 1702: You’re not full?

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He was tangled, a hand stretched out suddenly, a plate of delicate pastry in his palm, and looked up along the pale blue sleeve, is the expressionless face of God Jiuli: "Eat this, you can add yours Physical strength. "

A Mo raised his eyes and glanced at him, and raised his hand to lift his hand away, yawning lazily: "I don't want to eat your stuff."

Looking at Xue Yilan again, "I remember your game roasted well?"

Xue Yilan looked at the 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 the place that was not covered by purple smoke, blinking There was no shadow in the jungle.

Shen Jiuli's arms slowly retracted, and even the palm cakes were still hot. The sweet taste lingered in the air was one of the most successful cakes he made. No one will be rare today. .

That's it ... Okay!

He slowly raised his hand, and the pastry on the palm of his hand turned directly into flour, and when the wind blew, flour also disappeared.

He sat slowly on the cloud, meditating with his eyes down.

...

A bonfire.

A pheasant is about to be cooked on a campfire, and the golden skin is rolling down with grease, and the aroma is fragrant.

Xue Yilan looked at A Mo, who was leaning against her, 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 didn't respond and didn't chase after him. Did he really let go?

The pheasant is cooked. He turned it around. The hot pheasant is already at a suitable temperature. Then he patted Amo 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. The wind was lingering in the clouds. For a moment, a chicken had become a pile of chicken bones.

Xue Yilan's lips are slightly drawn, and his Momo's meal volume has increased. This is.

At this time, it's dark, and under the light of the campfire, A Mo's eyes are shining. After a chicken is eaten, she still has something to say: "Xue Yilan, roast 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 very easy to hunt now. He doesn't need to get up, just sound a whistle, and all kinds of small animals will automatically come to the door.

Xue Yilan randomly selected a few tender, small and fat varieties, slaughtered the barbecue grilled one by one, and the char-grilled char-grilled ...

He deliberately showed his ability in front of her, and naturally did his best to make the most delicious.

"Momo, what exactly is this purple smoke?"

A Mo is stroking a rabbit leg. She glanced up into the air and shook her head slightly: "This seat has never been seen before, but the deity should be informed. He will meet him later." Should explain to everyone, "

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.

Amo occasionally mentioned God Jiuli when he mentioned it with him, and said what happened to God Jiuli, 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 chose the safest one: "Momo, you ... are three people traveling together? Right, Xiaonianmo?"

...

Roll a ticket, la la la.

Everyone guessed, did Mo heard what God Jiuli and his son said?