Chapter 652 Chapter 652 Mistakes

As soon as those words fell, the white-robed immortal looked up at her. August 1st? Chinese? Net? w?w8w?. 8881?z?w1． ?com

"Hehe, I don't mean anything else, I just think it's my claws that get dirty, so you should wash it for you." She smirked, handed the soup forward, and said in a soft voice: "You'd better drink the soup first! This soup won't taste good when it's cold."

Mo Chen took a deep look at her, then stretched out his long, fair hand, took the bowl of soup and took a sip.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu finally let go of the raised heart, and secretly exhaled. She sat down beside him with her knees crossed, and in a fit of interest, she tore off the other side of the chicken leg and handed it to him: "Come on, eat, there's more!"

Mo Chen looked at the young man's hand holding the chicken leg, but didn't reach out for a while. In his past experience, he had never eaten something like this, and he just held it with his hand. I don't know how to say this feeling.

Feng Jiu knew what he was thinking as soon as she saw him, and when she saw his exiled appearance, she knew that she had never tried this way of eating, so she smiled: "This kind of meat is more delicious, it is definitely the same as eating with chopsticks. It's a different feeling, just try it and you'll know."

Seeing this, Mo Chen hesitated for a while, but still reached out to take it, but instead of eating as big as Feng Jiu did, he tore off a small piece and ate it slowly.

Feng Jiu laughed loudly, then took out the chopsticks and put them in front of him, so that he could eat the vegetables later, she rudely tore off a piece of meat and ate it. After about an hour, there were only things left on the grass. Next mess.

Seeing this, Mo Chen felt a little rude. After all, he would never make a table like this. Even if it couldn't be called a table, he still felt that he lost his elegance. When the pit buried those things, I couldn't help feeling surprised.

"There is a creek in front of us, let's go there and wash our hands!" Feng Jiu buried the bones, dishes and other things in the ground, clapped her hands and called him to the creek not far away go.

In the stream, she washed her hands and face, and was thinking of finding a place to lie down and rest for a while when she saw a robe handed to her.

"Cleaned up."

The gentle voice is faint, like the flowing water of a mountain, clear and pleasant.

She turned her head slightly, stuck her head out from behind the robe in front of her, and raised her head slightly, looking at the man standing in front of her with the robe in his hand. Looking down at her.

"Oh, good." She replied, took it and washed it in the stream, but, it's okay not to wash, this wash...

Feng Jiu's forehead was soaked with cold sweat, looking at the robes that became more and more dirty, some dared not look back.

Not far behind her, Mo Chen glanced at Feng Jiu's back with a light expression, and then looked at the sky as the sun went down. After a long time, he heard the sound of fabric tearing, and he returned to look at the young man. Go, I saw the young man holding his robe in a daze.

He got up and walked over to take a look, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

I saw that the oily claw print on his celestial silk robe was washed away, but after it was washed away, it also melted away, leaving a large dark stain on the white clothes. I don't know how this young man washed it. He was able to wash and crack his celestial silk robe, looking at the opening on the robe, he felt speechless.