Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 389 Still Wearing a Mask
At the same time, Feng Su who walked outside the door suddenly stopped.

He lowered his head and seemed to glance over the belt.

His handsome face was full of doubts.

Since the establishment of the foundation, he has never felt hungry, what happened, he was actually hungry.

Feng Su looked up at the sky slightly.

on the grass

Shen Qingyi was also staring at the fairy beast in a daze, the man in Tsing Yi swallowed imperceptibly, probably because he felt that his behavior was too absurd, he took a step back and turned his back to the fairy beast with a serious expression.

absurd!How absurd!
He actually wanted to...

Want to eat meat.

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"You guys, who can cook?"

Zi Lan asked.

The four stood beside the fairy beast, Feng Su was behind Yu Yan, in a protective posture.

Just now Master Zilan said that everyone below the period of crossing the catastrophe in the fairy world lives on fairy food.

Yu Yan was a little scratchy, at this moment, she thought of Li Ze for the first time.

Water Kylin stood on the woman's shoulder, his eyes rolling.

"Let me try it." Feng Su said.

He once learned a little from Junior Brother Li Ze.

Originally, I also wanted to do it for the master, but later found that it was really no match for the younger brother, so I also shelved it.

Feng Su met the surprised eyes of the woman in front who turned her head, and a secret joy quietly rose from her heart.

three days in a row

Zilan wants a fairy beast every day.

The fat man poked the cooked meat in the bowl a few times with his chopsticks, and a smell of meat wafted out.

His nose moved slightly, and his expression was indeed a little sad.
"Skinny man, I think we can't afford to pay for the great Buddha of Immortal Friend Zilan."

Where is his appetite for a normal monk!
He and the thin man can't eat a fairy beast for three days, but Zilan's fairy friend is good, each of them eats a fairy beast a day, and they all eat raw food!

Thinking of this, Fatty couldn't help shivering, not because of the cold, but because of fear.

Fatty's back felt cool.

He shrunk his neck and buried his chin in the fox fur.

The thin man lowered his eyes: "I have to find a way."

Find a way to send people away.

the other side

Feng Su sat cross-legged beside Zi Lan.

His jaw was tense, and his hands in the sleeves were frozen numb.

He only has the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, and he is adapting to the transformation of immortal energy.

The spiritual body protection has long been useless, and there is no spiritual energy available around.

Zi Lan sat at the table and looked at him, surprise flashing across her eyes.

According to Feng Su's current state, within a month, he can fully adapt to the transformation of immortal energy.

At that time, he was an out-and-out immortal monk.

He is such a genius!
Zi Lan's gaze flicked across Feng Su's closed-eyed face, and she tapped her fingertips on the edge of the table.

The appearance of the elder sister and apprentice, even if he had lived in the fairy world for thousands of years, the only one who could match it was the successor of the imperial palace.

No, Feng Su's face is even worse.

That is to say, he had been wearing a mask before, and no one in the world of cultivating immortals knew what he looked like, otherwise, with his skin, I don't know how much turmoil would be stirred up!

"Nephew."

After Feng Su restrained her breath, Zi Lan said,

"Do you have a mask? Remember to wear it when you go out in the future."

Their current cultivation is not enough in the vast fairyland.

His Guan Feng Su's physique is also extremely special, coupled with his provocative appearance, he provokes people with ulterior motives, and no one can protect him.

Feng Su nodded without asking further questions.

He inexplicably believed Zi Lan's words.

Probably because of Master, Feng Su thought.

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door outside, and Zi Lan beckoned Feng Su back to the Qinglong space.

The fat man entered the door with a more reserved look, and he seemed to hesitate to speak.

(End of this chapter)