Hearing this voice, Fengjiu looked up and said, "Are you here? Come and sit down, we are just talking about this spiritual wine!"
As she spoke, Fengjiu poured him a small cup and said, "Try it. This wine is really strong. I only took a small sip and my whole body felt warmed up."
"Oh? Then I'd like to taste it." Mo Chen sat down next to Feng Jiu, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then nodded: "Yes, this should be an old wine."
Xuanyuan Moze glanced at him, his eyes fell on his eyes that were still bruised, and he felt inexplicably happy. He said, "Why haven't you put medicine on your eyes yet? The color seems to have darkened a lot."
Hearing this, Mo Chen looked at him and said with a smile, "I applied it. It was the plaster Feng Jiu gave me. It's very cold. I thought I'd apply another layer when I rest at night." He paused and looked at Feng Jiu and said, "The ghost doctor's plaster is very precious. I have to use it sparingly and keep the rest as a souvenir."
Seeing the two fighting back and forth, Fengjiu smiled awkwardly and said to them, "Come on, come on, eat quickly, or the food will get cold." As she spoke, she picked up some food for Xuanyuan Moze.
Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze's expression relaxed, and he did not bother to argue with Mo Chen. Instead, he picked up some dishes for Fengjiu. Knowing that she liked the salt and pepper prawns, he peeled several for her. Seeing that she was a little greedy for wine, he signaled Leng Shuang to pour wine, and said to her, "Drink less wine, eat something to fill your stomach first."
Mo Chen was watching from the side, with a hint of surprise in his calm eyes. Yes, he didn't expect that Xuanyuan Moze, a powerful man who had always been in a superior position, a man who exuded powerful pressure and domineering power, would be so gentle and considerate when facing his beloved woman.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't believe that he would even do something like peeling shrimps.
Seeing the two of them being able to communicate with each other without too many words, he couldn't help but feel a little envious. The two of them didn't talk much, Fengjiu was responsible for eating, Xuanyuan Moze was responsible for picking up the vegetables and peeling the shells, the warm and natural feeling of happiness overflowed, even he, a bystander, could feel the warmth between the two of them.
At this moment, he lowered his eyes and ate the food slowly. What he was thinking was that for a cultivator, life is too long. How lucky is Xuanyuan Moze to meet someone who loves him and spend his life with him
"Mo Chen, I haven't asked you why you are here yet? Is there something wrong?" Feng Jiu looked at Mo Chen who was eating and asked. He had already fasted, so he only tasted the food on the table.
However, she was different from him. Even though she was fasting, she still preferred grains and meat. For example, the meal on the table now was made of spiritual rice, the vegetables were spiritual vegetables, and even the meat was made of spiritual poultry.
Hearing this, Mo Chen glanced at them and said, "Yes, there is something." After saying that, he put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine. Then he said slowly, "I came here to stay with you. After finishing things here, you should go to the upper reaches of the continent, right? I can accompany you."
"No need, I will go with her then." Xuanyuan Moze said. He glanced at him and knew that this man was here to cause trouble for him.