Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

When the words fell, the white robes and the immortals looked up to her.

"Oh, I don't mean anything else, I just think it's my paws dirty, it should be cleaned for you." She sneered, handing the soup on her hand and letting it lightly: "You still have to drink soup first! This soup is cold and it is not good to drink."

The stranger glanced at her deeply, only to stretch out the long white hand, took the bowl of soup and took a sip.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu’s heart was put down and secretly whispered. She sat down beside him, and she came to him and gave him the other side of the chicken leg and handed it to him: "Come, come, eat more!"

The stranger looked at the hand of the young man holding the chicken leg, and did not reach out to pick it up. In his past experience, he never ate something like this and directly took it with his hand. This feeling does not know how to say it.

When Feng Jiuyi saw him, he knew his thoughts. When he saw his appearance, he knew that he had never tried such a way of eating. He smiled and said: "This large piece of meat tastes more delicious. It is definitely to eat with chopsticks. Different feelings, you will know if you try."

Seeing this, the stranger hesitated, or reached out and took it, but he did not eat as big as Feng Jiu, but tore a small piece of slowly eating.

Feng Jiu haha ​​laughed, and took out the chopsticks in front of him, let him wait for the food to be eaten, and he was unceremoniously tearing off a piece of meat to eat. About an hour later, there was only something left on the grass. The next piece is messy.

Seeing this in the dust, I feel a little rude. After all, he will not make the desktop like this. Even if it is not called the desktop, it still feels elegant. Just when he saw the boy dug aside. When the pit buried those things, I couldn’t help but feel surprised.

"There is a stream in front, let's go and wash our hands!" Feng Jiu buried all the bones, dishes and the like into the ground. After clapping his hands, he called him and went to the creek not far away. go with.

In the stream, she washed her hands and washed her face. She was thinking about finding a place to lie down and take a rest. She saw a robe in front of her.

"Clean up."

The gentle sound is faint, like the flowing water of the mountains, clear and sweet.

She turned her head slightly and poked her head out from the robes in front of her, and looked up at the man who stood in front of her and handed her robes. At this time, he was only wearing a coat, and his look was faint. Looking down on her.

"Oh, okay." She sighed. After taking it, she washed it in the stream, but it was not washed, it was washed...

Feng Jiu's forehead was soaked in cold sweat, watching the more dirty and dirty robes, some did not dare to look back.

Not far behind her, the dusty look looked at the back of Feng Jiu, and looked at the sky under the sun. For a long time, I heard only the sound of a tearing of the fabric. He looked back at the boy. Go, see the teenager holding his robes and screaming.

He got up and walked over and saw that his eyelids were slightly jumping.

I saw that the oil claw print on the robes of his silk was washed away, but it was also opened, but it made a large smudge on the white clothes. I don’t know how the boy washed it. He was able to give birth to his silk robes, and looked at the mouth above the robes. He only felt speechless.