As soon as he finished speaking, the banished immortal in white raised his eyes and looked towards her.
"Haha, I don't mean anything else. I just think that my claws got it dirty, so it's my duty to help you clean it." She smiled awkwardly, handed the soup in her hand forward, and said in a soft voice: "You should drink some soup first! This soup will not taste good when it gets cold."
Mo Chen looked at her deeply before he stretched out his slender white hand, took the bowl of soup and took a sip.
Seeing this, Fengjiu finally let go of her worries and breathed a sigh of relief. She sat cross-legged beside him and, in a good mood, she tore off another spiritual chicken leg and handed it to him: "Come on, eat, there are plenty!"
Mo Chen looked at the boy's hand holding the chicken leg and didn't reach out to take it for a long time. In his previous experience, he had never eaten like this, eating directly with his hands. He didn't know how to describe this feeling.
Feng Jiu knew what he was thinking the moment she saw him. Seeing his banished immortal look, she knew that he had never tried this way of eating, so she smiled and said, "Eating big pieces of meat like this tastes more delicious. It is definitely different from eating with chopsticks. You will know if you try it."
Seeing this, Mo Chen hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it. However, he did not eat it in big mouthfuls like Feng Jiu. Instead, he tore off a small piece and ate it slowly.
Fengjiu burst into laughter, took out the chopsticks and placed them in front of him, telling him to pick up some food to eat later. She also tore off a piece of meat and ate it without hesitation. After about an hour, the things on the grass were left in a mess.
Mo Chen felt a little rude when he saw this. After all, he would never make the desktop like this. Even though this place cannot be called a desktop, he still felt it was ungraceful. However, when he saw that the young man dug a hole nearby and buried all those things in it, he couldn't help but feel surprised.
"There's a stream ahead, let's go there and wash our hands!" After Fengjiu buried the bones, plates and other things in the ground, she clapped her hands, called him and walked towards the stream not far away.
She washed her hands and face in the stream. Just as she was thinking of finding a place to lie down and have a good rest, she saw a robe handed to her.
"Clean it up."
The gentle voice is faint, like the flowing water in the mountains, clear and pleasant to the ear.
She tilted her head slightly, poked her head out from behind the robe in front of her, and raised it slightly to look at the man standing in front of her with the robe in his hand. At this moment, he was only wearing his inner clothes, with an indifferent expression, looking down at her.
"Oh, OK." She responded, took it and started washing it in the stream. However, it would have been fine if she hadn't washed it, but now that she had washed it...
Fengjiu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She looked at the robe that was getting dirtier and dirtier after washing, and she didn't dare to look back.
Not far behind her, Mo Chen glanced at Feng Jiu's back indifferently, then looked at the sky where the sun was setting. After a long time, he heard a sound of fabric tearing. He came back to his senses and looked at the young man, who was holding his robe in a daze.
He stood up and walked over to take a look. When he saw this, his eyelids twitched slightly.
I saw that the oily claw marks on his silk robe had faded after being washed away, but they also melted away, leaving a large dark stain on the white robe. I don't know how the young man washed it, but he could actually tear his silk robe. Looking at the tear on the robe, he was speechless.