At the beginning, the school beauty was enshrined and the Lord of Ghosts was awakened.

"You actually brought so much food?!"

Peng Yun looked at the variety of food on the ground, a little incredible.

Zihi hot pot, ham sausages, luncheon meats, portable hot rice, dried vegetable soup packets, and even canned fruit.

These things were all taken out of Song Ying's backpack.

Song Ying was unimpressed: "Yes, this is okay..."

Just okay?

Looking at the food on the ground, Peng Yun couldn't suppress his saliva.

In order to pursue a light backpack, most of the food he carries is compressed dry food that can only fill his hunger.

Peng Yun looked at Song Ying's backpack with some curiosity, which was indeed larger than an ordinary hiking bag, and said puzzled: "Don't you feel heavy when you carry so many things?" "

Er... I don't understand this

..." "Usually it's carried by dogs..." said Song Ying casually.

Dogson is the diminutive name of Lucario.

"Eh... Well..."

Peng Yun finally understood why Song Ying would take so many things that occupied positions and were heavy.

Feelings don't need to be their own backpacks, then naturally it doesn't matter.

But the next time he enters the secret realm, Peng Yun can also bring more things and let the metal monster carry it.

The gaze returned to the food again: "That... So what do I eat? "

Please~"

Song Ying stretched out her little hand and made a casual eating motion with a smile.

Peng Yun was not polite, quickly took a ham sausage, and ate the meat in a big gulp.

While eating meat, while operating the self-hi pot, busy and busy.

After eating compressed biscuits in the secret realm for a month, my mouth faded out of the bird.

Now suddenly there are so many delicacies, as if there is a long drought in manna.

The taste buds, which had almost deteriorated, finally got back to work.

... ...

Peng Yun dried a bowl of yellow stewed chicken and a bowl of braised pork rice.

There are also two cans of luncheon meat and a couple of ham sausages.

On the way to dry rice, I saw Song Ying stop eating, put the hot self-heating hot pot aside, and wondered: "You eat, why don't you eat it?"

Song Ying rubbed her little belly: "I'm full..."

"Oh~"

Peng Yun skimmed the bowl of self-heating hot pot, which still had most of it.

In the spirit of not wasting food, he spoke: "Otherwise, that bowl

..." "If you don't dislike it..."

"Give it to you~"

Song Ying understood Peng Yun's meaning at once, and pushed the self-heating hot pot in front of him.

"Hehe

..." Peng Yun smiled lightly: "Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work..." "

Wasting food is not good after all..."

Peng Yun took it, gulping down the dry rice.

Ton after ton, poured all the soup in the hot pot into his mouth, eliminating a lot of food, and Peng Yun stopped eating.

Looking at the neatly arranged empty bowl, Peng Yun scratched his head: "I'm sorry, I ate so much of you."

"Turn back, please go to the newly opened platypus barbecue next to our school to eat."

"Okay~"

Song Ying didn't even think about it, so she agreed.

After eating, simply clean up.

Peng Yun sat next to Song Ying, looked at her somewhat red and swollen feet, and asked, "What do you think of your feet now?"

Song Ying stroked her red and swollen neck: "It hurts, it hurts even more than before."

"I happen to have a bottle of safflower oil here, just for bruises."

Peng Yun took out a bottle of medicinal wine from his backpack and said, "If you don't wipe it, it will get better soon."

"Uh-huh~"

Song Ying took the medicinal wine handed over by Peng Yun, opened the medicine bottle and applied it 'clumsively' to her feet.

"You don't need to apply so much..." Looking

at Song Ying's operation, Peng Yun spoke: "After applying, you must wipe it and rub the blood in your ankle to reduce the swelling." "

Ah~ do you still want to wipe it?"

"I don't usually exercise much, I can't deal with it..." Song

Ying pouted: "Peng... Peng Yun... Or you can help me..."

Song Ying's set of flowing performances, even the actor called the insider.

Peng Yun saw that Song Ying was a well-behaved and good-looking girl, and indeed dealt with this situation relatively little, and did not suspect it, so he agreed: "Okay." Saying

that, he put Song Ying's injured foot on his thigh.

Apply some safflower oil to your hand and gently place your hand on her foot.

Wen said softly: "It may hurt a little later, you bear with it." "

Uh-huh~" Song Ying nodded obediently.

"Then I'll start." Peng Yun slowly rubbed Song Ying's red and swollen place.

Song Ying's little jiojio is very small, Peng Yun can grab it with one hand, but the meat is not fat.

The skin is snow-white, like a beautiful jade of coagulation, more like a work of art.

Go as a foot model, more than enough.

Between rubbing, Song Ying exhaled: "Ah~It hurts~" The

snow-white Su hand subconsciously grabbed Peng Yun's arm.

Peng Yun turned his head and said softly, "I'll try to be careful." "

Hmm~"

Song Ying's watery eyes stared at Peng Yun, nodded obediently, and grabbed the hand of Peng Yun's arm, but did not let go.

Peng Yun's movements became more and more gentle, making Song Ying as little pain as possible.

Does it hurt?

That must be painful!

But the question is, does Song Ying really feel that painful?

Or is Song Ying's endurance so poor?

Of course not!

Song Ying just wanted to use this to pinch and touch Peng Yun's muscles.

"It's quite muscular."

"It should be the kind that looks thin and undressed."

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