Ji Han finally slowed down.
He rambled in his mouth: "This seat is not afraid of hardship, and this seat is not afraid of hardship at all."
Zhao Jiangui felt that the scene in front of him was very familiar, as if his master was coaxing his younger brother to drink medicine, so he nodded and said casually: "You are indeed not afraid of hardship, you are a little hero."
Ji Han: "… "
Ji Han: "Little hero?"
Zhao Jiangui thought that maybe the Demon Sect didn't want to coax children like this, so he changed his words neatly: "Little devil."
Ji Han was stunned for a while: "Zhao Jiangui, you should also take some medicine."
Zhao Jiangui replied very smoothly: "You are my medicine."
He has said this so smoothly now that he doesn't even blush at all.
Ji Han said: "Shut up, who is your medicine, and this seat can't take it."
Zhao Jiangui suddenly remembered the long-forgotten dictionary.
"Can't eat?" He tried to recall the contents of the dictionary, "Of course you can be eaten."
Ji Han said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zhao Jiangui stared into his eyes and whispered softly, "The beauty is delicious."
Ji Han: "… "
Ji Han was seriously injured and was really unable to argue with him.
If someone eats a word of tofu without losing two pounds of meat, let him go.
Ji Han thought so.
Ji Han lowered his eyes, but Zhao Jiangui never looked away.
After he said that sentence, for some reason, only those four words remained in his mind.
Delicious food.
Delicious indeed.