The chicken, infused with the aroma of seasonings, lay forlornly on the lotus leaf. Though small in size, it was the kind of food that would make a foodie's eyes light up, like a treasure hunter who had finally found jade and gold after overcoming countless dangers, their eyes filled with an irrepressible hunger.
Wen Jingge was nudged by Lu Wei, and then Qiao Yu took her place.
"Master, drool." Liang Si spoke up at the right moment.
Wen Jingge blushed and wiped her mouth. "Well, I'm suddenly a little hungry."
"Hmm, what would you like to eat, Master?"
“Him!” Wen Jingge slowly turned her head, a strange light flashing in her dead fish eyes. “Look at him, doesn’t he look like a chicken?”
“Master…” Liang Si was speechless.
"If you're going to fight, then fight. Can you please stop insulting people? Look at Liang Si's expression. Don't lead others astray."
Lu Wei prefers quick battles. Although he was annoyed by being shot with an arrow, he respected his opponent and would never resort to verbal slander.
“Master…” Liang Si had a deadpan expression, looking utterly dejected. He pursed his lips. “Isn’t the sixth rank supposed to be about abstaining from grains? Why do I still have a special fondness for beggar’s chicken?”
“Yes, I was once a third-rank disciple.” The master and disciple exchanged a knowing glance.
Boom!
A deafening roar went through his mind, and suddenly, his world collapsed.
Can't there be a normal person in this world?
Then, he looked across. Thundercloud had long since dissipated because it was no match for the coffin, but the barrier was still there. The master and servant on the other side had messy, ramen-noodle-like hair and were sitting on the ground.
Why was he hungry too?
"Pheasant spirit?"
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