So the question is, how did Su Qinwu stand firm?

In the same picture, with such a strong contrast, everyone was silent.

They couldn't help but wonder if Su Qinwu had a cheat.

They struggled.

Her years are quiet.

Such a picture is really a cry of silent men and women.

Su Qinwu flew out of the swamp with ease.

After passing the swamp, there is a large grassland.

Many of them crawled out of the swamp from the mud and lie there on rest like salted fish.

Seeing Su Qinwu appear, they unconsciously held the sword in their hands tightly.

Just when they thought another tough battle was coming, Su Qinwu passed by them without looking sideways, completely ignoring their existence.

Everyone was a little unbelievable.

The score-receiving maniac doesn’t take the opportunity to harvest a wave of scores?

Su Qinwu's nose-covering action told them the answer.

Too smelly!

Su Qinwu walked up the wind and couldn't smell the stinking of the swamp, so she stopped and took things out of the storage belt on the spot.

First of all, there is a stool.

Su Qinwu sat down on the stool and then took out a small table.

Put brocade into the small tablecloth, take out the chopsticks, and place the spoons one by one.

Everyone was not sure of their intention at first, but they were stunned when they saw the tableware.

Is this...ready for a picnic?

Soon, Su Qinwu proved their conjecture.

She took out a bowl with ice film to seal the cover bowl.

When I opened the ice film and opened the lid, I saw thick rice grains floating in the bowl, and the chicken was floating in it, decorated with yellow, red and green minced ginger, which was a bowl of shredded chicken porridge.

Everyone: "..."

Su Qinwu held the bowl in both hands and used the fire-attribute spiritual power to heat it. After a while, a strong fragrance floated out of the bowl. She picked up the spoon and stirred it. The spirit chicken shredded porridge was steaming and looked more full, just as the word "delicious" was written on the bowl.

Su Qinwu scooped up a spoonful with the spoon, blew it gently, and put it into her mouth.

Well, the eggs are soft, sweet, fragrant and beautiful, with a gentle and tolerant smell. It is indeed the signature porridge of Qifu Palace and the Shangguan Jue did not lie to her.

Su Qinwu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, her eyes shining, and there was an indescribable sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

audience:"……"

The newborn lying in the vicinity: "..."

If she was not facing the swamp, if four or five "salted fish" were lying in front of her; if there were not so many people struggling in the swamp, they almost thought it was not a trial site, but a food scene.

Especially her every move was brilliant and with indescribable elegance and luxury, it made people feel that she was not sitting in a trial field, but sitting in the highest restaurant in the 18th domain.

"It turns out that it's time to eat, and I suddenly feel a little hungry."

"I also want to eat a bowl of Ling Chicken Shredded Porridge..."

"For a moment, I doubted whether Lingbi had taken the wrong picture..."

"The freshman is crazy now, you can do anything."

“It feels a bit perverted.”

"I think it's very beautiful. The brocade is particularly good for her. The tables, stools and tableware are very unique. She ate so calmly and elegantly. I am the goddess in my mind."

"She actually brought all the tables and stools! She finally had a storage treasure. Shouldn't she put valuable things on?"

"Food officially entered the trial ground for freshmen, hahahahahahahaha..."

Su Qinwu's style was so eye-catching. In front of Lingbi, people who knew each other or not joined the discussion, but a few abrupt voices inserted in.

"Hmph, sensationalism!"
Chapter completed!