The villains are all my vests

Chapter 222 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (14)

Song Yufeng's heart sank.

On the way to the Zhaitang, they tacitly did not mention Wu Xian.

You must know that Wu Xian's cultivation base is still at the bigu level, and eating can only satisfy his appetite.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyelids lazily: "I was planning to let Yufeng call you over."

Wu Xian walked in quietly holding the beggar chicken.

Gu Zhihuan and the three of them sat at a table each.

After scanning around, Wu Xian went straight to Song Yufeng's side: "Come over, I'll sit with you."

Song Yufeng almost jumped up: "There is still an empty seat beside me."

"Oh?" Wu Xian said calmly, "Where?"

"It's here—huh? Where's the stool?" Song Yufeng's eyes widened in surprise.

Just at the last second, there was clearly a stool on his right.

Wu Xian smiled calmly: "It seems that I can only squeeze with you."

Song Yufeng stood up as if his butt was on fire: "You sit by yourself, I will squeeze with the master——with the younger brother."

Song Yufeng originally wanted to talk about Gu Zhihuan, but was so frightened by Gu Zhihuan's eyes that he retreated.

Han Yue's expression was a little disgusted.

Just thinking that Wu Xian's purpose is unclear now, Han Yue didn't care about Song Yufeng.

It's not that Han Yue is worried that something will happen to Song Yufeng, Han Yue just doesn't want Song Yufeng to get involved with himself and Gu Zhihuan.

Wu Xian lowered his head and fiddled with the beggar chicken in his hand, as if he didn't notice the turmoil between these three people.

Song Yufeng's seat was extremely awkward.

To the left is Han Yue, to the right is Wu Xian.

None of them reassured him.

Wu Xian's fingers are long and slender, like bamboo shoots sprouting from the ground after the spring rain, they are extremely beautiful.

Song Yufeng's eyes were drawn to it unconsciously, and he focused on Wu Xian's finger - the beggar chicken below.

Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue had already gnawed on a chicken leg each.

Among the four people present, only he has nothing.

Song Yufeng couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Wu Xian ignored the beggar's chicken and put it on the light green dinner plate. Using his hand as a blade, he skillfully and quickly removed all the bones from the beggar's chicken.

The movement looks a little graceful.

Song Yufeng did not agree with his reckless behavior.

The beggar chicken should be held in the hand, open its mouth wide and go up to chew directly.

"A chicken like you has no soul." Song Yufeng said with disgust.

"Really?" Wu Xian didn't stop moving, and within a short while, he had torn the beggar chicken to pieces.

He reassembled the dismantled skeleton into the shape of a chicken.

Song Yufeng tried his best to avert his gaze, but failed.

In his life, the biggest enemy is the beggar chicken.

The chicken skin grilled over high fire is crispy, tender and delicious, and the mellow aroma in the mouth whets the appetite.

Song Yufeng's Adam's apple slipped up and down.

In the dining hall, a clear swallowing sound came from Song Yufeng's throat.

Gu Zhihuan and Han Yue pretended nothing happened.

Bai Zhi stared at her nose, abruptly standing herself like an emotionless woodcarving.

Bi Sheng Wu Xian didn't intend to let Song Yufeng go, he wiped his hands slowly, looked sideways at Song Yufeng: "Want?"

"No." Song Yufeng tried to resist.

Wu Xian, this is a typical weasel giving New Year greetings to chickens, with no good intentions.

Song Yufeng was determined not to let himself be fooled.

Wu Xian laughed: "But you just stared at me intently, because you wanted to eat my dick."

Song Yufeng's eyeballs almost popped out: "What are you eating?"

"Chicken." Wu Xian repeated nonchalantly, and casually added the last word in his mind.

"...to be old and disrespectful." Song Yufeng gritted his teeth.

"Have you seen the morning dew?" Wu Xian asked abruptly.

This question came a little suddenly.

Song Yufeng didn't come back to his senses.

With his current experience and IQ, it is difficult to switch from the matter of "eating milk" to the person of "Chaolu" all at once.

Gu Zhihuan put the chicken legs on the side of the bowl: "I see."

"So Yufeng told you about Chaolu." Wu Xian drove straight in.

Song Yufeng was numb all over from his affectionate and weird "Yufeng" call.

He pinched his throat and said, "Don't call me that."

"I heard that Gu Zhihuan called you that too." Wu Xian was very innocent.

"...Call me by my full name!" Song Yufeng insisted.

"Okay." Wu Xian shrugged, "Song Yufeng."

The deep tone turned a corner at the end, and the ordinary three words suddenly changed their flavor.

Song Yufeng shook his shoulders uncomfortably, staring at Wu Xian as if facing a formidable enemy: "You better stop calling me."

"What a naughty ghost." Wu Xian raised his lips.

He obviously doesn't laugh very often.

Therefore, the action of raising the corners of the mouth was a bit eerie.

It is most suitable for scaring disobedient children.

Gu Zhihuan coughed lightly, and cut in: "Second Junior Brother told me. But when I went, the master was in retreat, so I must have gone out yesterday on something. Thank you Master Wu Xian for your concern."

Before there is no convincing evidence, Gu Zhihuan will not easily trust others.

Wu Xian squinted at Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan lowered his head and gnawed on the chicken leg.

"Interesting." Wu Xian clapped his hands.

This is not the first time Wu Xian has praised Gu Zhihuan.

But every time Gu Zhihuan heard it, he still felt uneasy that his life was not long.

She just wants to be a boring person with a long life.

After a pause, Gu Zhihuan said, "I told Master about the birthday banquet."

"What did he say?" Wu Xian asked.

"After three days, the master will leave the customs and take us to the Great Hanging Realm." Gu Zhihuan said.

Wu Xian's eyes flashed: "It's so good."

Gu Zhihuan put the braised trotter on the table in front of Wu Xian: "Really Wu Xian must have not eaten human food for a long time, the craftsmanship of Angelica dahurica is second to none in Cangming Mountain, and this braised trotter is even better. "

Seeing Gu Zhihuan's actions, Bai Zhi's expression became strange.

Wu Xian picked up the chopsticks, picked up a hoof, and put it in Song Yufeng's bowl as if no one else was there: "Yufeng, eat more."

Song Yufeng refused in surprise, "I don't want to eat leftovers from yesterday!"

Wu Xian's smile froze.

Gu Zhihuan didn't expect to be sold out so thoroughly by Song Yufeng, she rubbed her brows, and said calmly: "The Cangming faction is a bit tight."

Wu Xian pointed to Song Yufeng's belly hidden under his robe: "Schools that are struggling can't afford such a big belly."

Song Yufeng: "!!!"

Gu Zhihuan said calmly, "Second junior brother is probably pregnant."

Song Yufeng couldn't help but want to lift the table.

Han Yue picked up the bowl on the table, covering the smile that could not be concealed from the corner of his mouth.

Wu Xian's burning eyes fell on Song Yufeng's stomach: "Really?"

Really you uncle!

Song Yufeng wanted to scold someone: "The head of the dignified Xiaoyao Sect also believes in such nonsense?"

"Of course I don't believe it." Wu Xian replied.

Song Yufeng snorted coldly.

Wu Xian said slowly: "It is impossible for Yufeng to have other people's children."

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