Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He is so big and his men have killed countless demons, but he has never seen such a cheeky and courageous Banshee.

At the moment of hesitation, Xia Qingluo had already packed the pheasant, and then shouted to the bamboo building every other space, "surnamed Yun, thank you for your water. It's not cold at all."

Yunqing let her move stagnate, but she didn't pay attention to Xia Qingluo.

Xia Qingluo glanced sideways at the bamboo house again, turned around and took the pheasant to the open space in front of the bamboo house.

Sticking out the vine, Xia Qingluo quickly rolled over a bundle of dry branches.

Take off the small bag on your waist. Fortunately, you took it with you, otherwise you would really be hungry today.

Xia Qingluo took out salt and seasoning. These things are precious. According to Nangong Li, a handful of salt here is more valuable than a handful of gold.

Carefully smear it, light the dry wood with a fire fold and start baking the pheasant.

Although Xia Qingluo's body hates fire, now it doesn't matter with her persistence for several years. She feels that her skin is a little dry when she is close to the fire.

Soon, a fragrance filled the night sky.

The next moment, a huge white shadow flew over

A pair of purple eyes were particularly eye-catching under the moonlight. They looked at Xia Qingluo and the roast chicken on the fire. They moved their nose and walked slowly towards Xia Qingluo.

It's this dead bird again!

During the day, in the air, this deser.

You think you can be an angel with white hair.

Xia Qingluo's eyes stared and her willow eyebrows stood upright. "Stop, don't get close to me, diaphragm should you!"

"Answer me?" asked the white bird strangely. "What do you mean by answer me?"

"You just boast that your white hair is too beautiful." Xia Qingluo answered lazily while turning over the roast pheasant.

"Oh?" the white bird looked at Xia Qingluo suspiciously. He felt that the Banshee was unreliable, so he shut up and stopped asking, but his body didn't move away.

The roast chicken tastes more and more delicious, and Xia Qingluo is more and more hungry.

Yunqing wanted to practice, but the conversation between one person and one bird outside still came into his ears.

And the smell of roast chicken

Yunqing frowned and waved his sleeves. The white sleeves were like moonlight, rippling slightly in the room. He sat on the jade bed, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, completely isolating the outside world.

Xia Qingluo finally roasted the roast chicken and changed into a rattan chair. Xia Qingluo is a person who doesn't want to wrong herself no matter what kind of environment.

Pretending not to see the white bird's increasingly purple eyes, Xia Qingluo was speechless. How could this bird be like this! They are all birds. Why do you want to eat chicken.

Xia Qingluo sighed earnestly: "this is the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other."

The white bird was puzzled and asked, "what do you mean?"

As he spoke, his eyes never left the delicious roast chicken.

Xia Qingluo ignored it, but safely tore off a chicken leg and ate it slowly, thinking that it would be better if she had more wine.

When the third bite of chicken swallowed, I clearly heard the sound of swallowing beside me.

Xia Qingluo looked up and saw the thief bird in front of her. Her eyes were almost falling off.

Xia Qingluo's eyes turned dark. She put the roast chicken on her side and picked up a piece of chicken skin. "Big white bird, do you want to eat?"

The white bird's claws moved and finally retracted.