After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Snowfaw screamed, "My window! Which one is this?"

It can be heard that he has lost several intact and healthy windows.

But Matt shrugged nonchalantly, and showed a dazzling smile at Yan Zhijin and the others: "Shall we eat barbecue together?"

Shen Zhiyu and Hu Pengqi swallowed their saliva.

But since Snowf was already livid with anger, they didn't have the nerve to directly express their wishes.

Snowf said pointedly: "Who knows what kind of meat they roast, it's not hygienic."

Matt turned sideways, exposing the grill and the roasted whole pig that was sizzling on it, Nunu mouthed: "Wild boar."

The body of the wild boar is covered with a layer of honey sauce, and the chewy and lean pork has an attractive luster under the moonlight.

Beside them, there was a sack that they were familiar with, stained with blood.

It turned out that what he carried in the bag before was a killed wild boar.

Shen Zhiyu and Hu Peng wiped the corners of their mouths to prevent the saliva from flowing down.

Snowfaw's face was ugly: "It's really a barbaric way to eat the whole prey directly on the oven."

Matt didn't take it seriously, showing a flamboyant smile, and asked Yan Zhijin, "Would you like to try it?"

Only then did Yan Zhijin confirm that he was really looking at himself just now.

He pressed Yan Hui's hand under the table, and said calmly, "No, I don't like greasy food very much. But my friends might be interested."

Matt spread his hands in regret, leaned out again, took a glass of wine from his companion, sniffed the aroma of the wine, shook the clear liquid in the glass, and asked, "How about a drink?"

With a gloomy face, Snorf squeezed out a sentence: "What are you going to do to my guest?"

"Make friends. What are you excited about?"

"You want to make friends? You know how to make friends? I never knew you were so hospitable."

Matt laughed, and said tit for tat: "Of course because some people are not customers."

"Then who is so shameless that he wants to keep the tavern next to him? Doesn't he really think that he will have a chance to meet Hugh in this way?"

Matt's face darkened, and he said lightly, "If it wasn't for Hugh, do you think you would have survived to this day?"

"I will never hand Hugh to you!"

Suddenly, the two people changed from an ordinary bickering to a tense confrontation.

Matt shook the wine glass in his hand and drank the spicy wine in one gulp.

Snorf repented indignantly, criticizing Matt's big and small crimes sharply.

The other people present did not dare to vent their anger, as if even the aroma of the barbecue had become dull and tasteless.

"Ding".

Yan Zhijin gracefully put down the knife and fork, and the metal collided with the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.

As if he was not affected by the tense atmosphere at all, he said calmly: "I've finished eating, let's go up and rest first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for anyone's reply, he went straight upstairs with Yan Zhen.

The originally tense atmosphere seemed to be pierced by a needle, and the people on both sides couldn't lift their spirits.Matt and Snorf looked at each other, and returned to their original positions without saying a word.

"Uh...how about we sit down and eat together." Shen Zhiyu rubbed his stiff cheeks and suggested enthusiastically. "After all, we have been neighbors for many years. How about this! Let's have a cooking competition, and both sides will show their best dishes. I can be a judge!"

Yan Zhijin returned to the room, finished washing up, and made routine contact with Fang Mian.

Yan Hui looked for the food in his backpack and asked, "Are you full?"

"I'm full." Yan Zhijin focused his eyes on the computer screen, and suddenly said, "I want to eat grapes."

"I'll go buy it." Yan Hui lifted his spirits and walked out of the room in good spirits.

In a few minutes, he opened the door and came back with plump and tender purple grapes in his hand.

He methodically cut off the grapes from the branches, cleaned them, brought them to Yan Zhijin's side, peeled the skins and handed them to his mouth.

Yan Zhijin was staring at the screen with his brows furrowed, and unconsciously tapped his temple with his index finger.

As usual, he turned his head and bit the grape, the sweet and sour juice poured into his mouth, making his eyes shine and his saliva secreted crazily.

"Encountered a problem?" Yan Hui skillfully caught the grape seed he spit out, and stuffed another one into his mouth.

"Fang Mian has something to ask for leave." Yan Zhijin frowned, savoring the grapes carefully, "I happened to be looking for him."

"Is there something urgent?"

"...It's not too urgent." Yan Zhijin hesitated, "But this is the time..."

"Just because he has something to do, doesn't mean you can't find him," Yan Hui said with a smile, "He doesn't even have time to say a few words, does he?"

"Forget it, don't embarrass him." Yan Zhijin put the laptop aside and asked, "Do you think he recognized you?"

"Who?" Yan Hui raised his eyelids, "That person has red hair?"

"He's your disciple... isn't he?"

Yan Hui said, "I don't remember who he is."

"But his power is indeed given by you."

"Theoretically. Actually, it wasn't for him. He just happened to be there at that time."

Yan Zhijin recalled: "He specifically talked to us, not because he recognized you."

Yan Hui raised his eyebrows high, and emphasized through gritted teeth, "I'm talking to you specifically."

Yan Zhijin kept silent.

It seemed that Yan Hui was angry.

He also felt very surprised at the time. Logically speaking, they only met for the second time. He was very sure that he had not performed any impressive performance in front of him.

But Matt did talk to him, and was friendly.

This gave him a guess.It's a pity that because Fang Mian couldn't connect to the phone, he couldn't verify it.

"Maybe I should engrave this rule into their minds," Yan Qu said gloomyly and elegantly, "Don't covet things you shouldn't touch..."

Before he finished speaking, there was something cool in his mouth.

Yan Zhijin grabbed a grape urgently and stuffed it into his mouth to prevent him from saying anything terrible.

Yan Hui stopped talking, and carefully chewed the grapes in his mouth.

The skin of this kind of grape is very astringent and thick, and it is generally necessary to spit it out.Yan Zhijin was in a hurry and didn't skin it.

But Yan Hui didn't seem to be able to taste the sourness of the grape skin, and together with the skin and pulp, he crushed it with his teeth into a fine puree.

"You don't spit your skin?" Yan Zhijin asked.

Yan Hui swallowed the pulp that had been squeezed dry and almost turned into mud, and said honestly, "I can't feel the difference between having the skin or not."

After all, he doesn't need to eat, and he doesn't have the sense to taste delicious food.

Yan Zhijin sighed, picked up another grape, carefully tore off the skin, put the juice-covered grape to his mouth, and said, "Try again."

Yan Hui stared at him intently, the grape juice had dyed his lips moist and crystal clear, but he didn't open his mouth right away.

Yan Zhijin pushed the grapes in a little more before he opened his lips, bit the grapes, and rolled the grapes into his mouth with his tongue.

When the tip of his tongue was wrapped around the grapes, he inadvertently swept Yan Zhijin's fingers, the soft and cool tip of his tongue wrapped around the tender flesh of his fingertips for a short time, and then quickly let go.

Yan Zhijin quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, fiddled with his wet fingers, and asked, "Is there any difference?"

Yan Hui tasted the deliciousness of the grapes earnestly, and stretched his brows and eyes, and said, "It seems to be more delicious."

He leaned forward and looked at Yan Zhijin's extra fresh and plump lips soaked in grape juice: "Perhaps the one you feed me will taste better?"

Yan Zhijin put the grape bowl heavily on his lap, and said indifferently, "Do it yourself."

***

After Yan Zhijin finished reading the report of the institute that day, he stretched, covered his neck, and moved his stiff muscles and bones.

The giant black snake lolled beside him, its chin resting on his lap, its mouth open.

Yan Zhijin threw the whole grape into his mouth, and watched the snake swallow the grape whole.

For snakes, grapes are too small, and they don't even need to be squeezed, and the whole grape can be swallowed.

Yan Zhijin was tired of looking at the data, so he would casually feed one, watching the snake swallow the grapes was very relaxing.

He wiped his hands and said, "I'm done."

"Are you going to rest?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head.

It was still early, and he could vaguely hear the cheers downstairs all the time.

Shen Zhiyu probably still went to eat barbecue, and there is a high probability that he has become one with the locals.

Even though Coward and Edward had recounted the evilness of that group of people, he still didn't hate Matt and the others.

On the one hand, those descriptions are too flimsy, and there are not enough details for him to empathize.On the other hand, after all, it is a believer in Yan Bo.

There is a difference between a believer and a god believed in.

But people will always love the house and the black.

He walked to the window, looked at the crowd gathered below, and said, "Let's go down and have a look."

Shen Zhiyu really got mixed up with Matt and the others.

To his surprise, Snowfollowed beside him with a sulky face, and said eccentrically, "I don't want innocent people to be deceived by you. I must ensure the safety of the residents."

Dinner was over early, and they sat around the campfire, drinking and chatting.

Shen Zhiyu blushed after drinking.

He rolled his eyes slyly, and said with a smirk: "Since there are so many people, why don't we come and play turtle soup!"

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