Su Qinwu's eyes flashed slightly.

The Spirit Clan has a long lifespan. Lan Zeyi looks only fifteen years old, and his actual age is several hundred. The person in front of him looks like a young man. Who knows if he is 1,800 years old or a few thousand years old?

Su Qinwu put down the chicken leg bones, took out the snow palm and wiped his hands, and said hello: "Hello, I'm Su Qinwu."

Ji Xingzhu smiled and said, "Good luck, I'm at Ji Jing of Xiazhu."

Then, he looked at Dongfang Hongyin: "Hello."

His eyes seemed calm, but with a deep understanding of everything. Dongfang Hongyin immediately knew that the other party knew that he was a demon clan.

This spiritual race is not simple.

But Dongfang Hongyin could not be exposed in front of Su Qinwu, but his blue eyes were looking at him blankly.

Su Qinwu had to introduce it on behalf of him: "This is my friend, Dongfang Fantasy Silk."

Zhu Ji Jing didn't know whether Dongfang Hongyin could not speak or had other problems, but he would never take it lightly when a demon clan came to the territory of the spiritual clan, and said, "Good to know."

Seeing that although he was smiling, his eyes were not in a state of mind, Su Qinwu did not immediately get to the point, but asked, "Do you like to eat roasted spirit chicken?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhu Ji's eyes: "I haven't tried it."

Su Qinwu took out an extra stool from the storage belt and placed it next to the small table in front of him: "Why do you want to try it?"

Takehiko sat down.

But he saw the two chickens without legs in the dining plate, and his expression was a bit subtle.

Su Qinwu got it.

Lan Zeyi never had to grab something with his hands and feasted. Even when eating meat, he would use a bamboo knife to turn the meat into beautifully shaped slices, and then gracefully clamp it with bamboo to put it in his mouth.

Probably the same.

She signaled him to wait, and then took out the goods from the storage belt.

Plate, chopsticks, and a small bamboo knife.

Zhu Ji Jing looked at her knife, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes looked at her a little more scrutinized.

Su Qinwu didn't pay attention to his eyes, and she fell down her sword and brushed her. In a blink of an eye, the whole chicken's meat was sliced ​​into thin slices and arranged neatly on the plate.

She raised her hand: "Please use it slowly."

The surrounding spiritual race: "Wow..."

Zhu Ji Jing didn't have any expectation. He listened to the voices of the same clan, just smiled slightly, picked up a piece of spiritual chicken with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

That smell-

It is completely different from what he usually eats, and he cannot describe it.

But unexpectedly delicious.

Zhu Ji Jing ate another piece and put down her chopsticks.

Seeing that his expression was not as natural as before, Su Qinwu thought for a moment and understood: "Do you feel a little tired?"

Takehiko nodded.

Su Qinwu took out a teacup from the storage belt and soaked him a cup of Jiuxianmei brought from home: "I won't get tired of it after drinking it."

Takehiko tried to take a sip.

The greasiness in the mouth has indeed decreased a lot.

Zhu Ji Jing looked at Su Qinwu with a warmer look.

She took care of her so thoughtfully that even if she was not a friend, he felt it was smooth.

Dongfang Hongyin, who was sitting opposite him, was not in such a good mood.

He bit the chicken leg bones hatefully.

Su Qinwu has never even given him a piece of meat!

I actually gave a piece of flesh to a spirit race, unhappy!

However, he was relieved soon.

Su Qinwu is Su Qinwu. Even if she gives her meat, her personality will not change at all. She will never say hello in advance when she wants to do it.
Chapter completed!