The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1235 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (23)

"Brother Lian Mo, come catch fish with us." Nangong Wubing said to Lian Mo, "I think you should catch fish better than us."

Hearing what Nangong Wubing said, Xiaotao thought about it for a while, and she also felt that it made sense. She nodded, and then said, "Hero Lian, you have excellent martial arts skills. Presumably, you should be better at catching fish than us."

"Master Lian, why don't we catch fish together?" Xiao Tao said again, as if he was inviting.

Seeing this, even Mo felt he couldn't shirk it, and then he nodded: "Okay then."

They catch fish here, Jing Qingran and Jiuye go to collect firewood.

The two coachmen were there watching the carriage, the horses were grazing, and the two coachmen sat and rested.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the water is clear, and the wind is gentle.

The fish in the river are fat and beautiful.

Fish certainly don't want to be caught, but those who catch fish certainly don't want to fail to catch fish.

The fisherman is trying to catch the fish.

Nangong Wubing took off his coat and used his coat to catch fish.

Seeing this, Xiaotao also planned to take off her coat, but then she thought again, after all, she was a woman, so it was not easy for her to take off her clothes, nor was it easy for her.

Even Mo took off his coat. He took off his coat to hold the fish, and they didn't have anything to hold the fish.

It's summer and it's hot, and it's noon and it's even hotter.

……

Jiuye and Jing Qingran came over each carrying a bunch of firewood, put the firewood down, and then went to collect firewood.

There was a hill on the bank of the river, and they collected firewood on this hill.

Lian Mo and the others went down to the river to catch fish, and not long after, they also caught a few fish.

Lian Mo got four, Nan Gong Wu Bing got one, and Xiao Tao got two.

"Sigh, I'm ashamed that I haven't caught as many fish as Little Tao." Nangong Wubing shook his head, saying so.

"Young Master Nangong, don't be discouraged." Xiao Tao said to him, cheering him up.

"Let's catch a few more fish, and when the fish is grilled, Uncle Feng and the others will come and eat them together," Xiao Tao said.

The Uncle Feng she was talking about was the coachman Liu Feng, and Uncle Feng and the others were the other coachman.

Nangong Wubing nodded.

At this time, Lian Mo caught another fish.

He just grabbed it with his hands and didn't use any tools.

Lian Mo has high martial arts skills, his force value is also very strong, and his movements are very agile.

"Lian Daxia is really good, and he caught another fish." Xiao Tao said with a smile, and stretched out her hand to pat happily.

"I'm not as good as Brother Lian Mo, not one-tenth as good as Brother Lian Mo." Nangong Wubing said very ashamedly.

"Mr. Nangong, what are you talking about?" Xiao Tao turned to look at Nangong Wubing, "Mr. Nangong, don't say that."

Nangong Wubing smiled softly: "Actually, it's nothing, I was praising Brother Lian Mo for his strength, I'm not as good as Brother Lian Mo." He said like this.

Nangong Wubing was not jealous of Lian Mo, not only on the surface but also in his heart. He was admiring Lian Mo.

Lian Mo looked at Nangong Wubing, and shook his head slightly at him.

"Brother Lian Mo, don't be humble, you are really amazing." Nangong Wubing said this, with a warm smile on his delicate face, like the warm sun on a spring day and the spring breeze blowing on his face.

Jing Qingran and Jiuye came over again with an armful of firewood. When Jing Qingran heard Nangong Wubing's words, he felt in his heart that these words sounded a little weird.

What does he mean by saying that?
Inexplicably, it feels a bit like confessing to Lian Mo...

(End of this chapter)