God of Cooking, grilling skewers attracted the fairy beasts

"Sigh~"

Song Qingfeng moved closer to the plate and took a deep breath.

"Ah~"

Stimulated by the strong chili smell, he almost couldn't help but sneeze, but he still liked this strong taste.

After making a sound of satisfaction, he finally took out a spicy stick from the plate.

"Third brother, do you want one?"

After carefully putting the remaining spicy strips into the ring, Song Qingfeng said to the shadow of a pillar.

Originally he just wanted to be polite, but who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, a hand actually stretched out from the shadows and came straight towards Latiao.

Song Qingfeng couldn't handle it this time. This situation was completely unexpected by him.

Seeing that he was about to touch the spicy strips, Song Qingfeng's little heart was beating fast, as if he was about to lose something important.

"Forget it, I know you don't like to eat, so I'll just eat it myself."

Song Qingfeng, who had quick eyes and quick hands, retracted his arm at the last moment and said with a slight guilt.

I was afraid that if I were any slower, the spicy stick would enter Leng Zhong's mouth.

"boring!"

The arm in the shadow retracted and had no intention of snatching the spicy strips from Song Qingfeng.

Only two cold words were left, echoing in the room.

"Hey, third child, you have changed. You never joked with me before."

No one is grabbing the hot strips, so you can rest assured now.

Song Qingfeng's response was only the flickering candlelight and the passing evening breeze.

Song Qingfeng was not lying about one thing. Under the influence of little friend Li Heng, Leng Zhong had indeed changed a lot.

And it's still developing in a good direction.

In the past, Leng Zhong would never talk to him at all, let alone joke with him, except for work matters.

How could he reach out his hand deliberately like this and then wait to see Song Qingfeng deflated.

Thinking of this, Song Qingfeng was quite happy for Leng Zhong.

Of course, it's not like he really couldn't afford a spicy stick.

Uh, okay! In fact, this point is still open to debate, because he really doesn't want to give it.

Perhaps because he was aware of the identity of an outsider in the sect master's mansion, Leng Zhong didn't want to stay here at night and act as a light bulb, so he left consciously.

Maybe he was tired from sitting, so Song Qingfeng lay down on the chair regardless of his appearance, held up the spicy sticks in his hand, and put it into his mouth.

"Smash~smash~smash~"

After sucking a small mouthful of spicy oil, he took the spicy stick out of his mouth, then put it back into his mouth again, and so on...

That coquettish look, coupled with that slightly obscene expression of enjoyment.

There were also strange sounds coming from his mouth from time to time, which made it difficult for people to resist the urge to step forward and kick him.

Song Qingfeng was the only one who could come up with such a weird way of eating spicy strips.

......

Outside the gate of the sect leader's mansion, a beautiful figure was slowly approaching.

After a while, a gust of fragrant wind woke up the disciple on duty who was napping at the door.

Seeing that the visitor was Jiang Mei, the two disciples bowed respectfully and let him go.

Jiang Mei nodded politely, then stepped into the sect master's mansion, walked through the long corridor, and went straight to Song Qingfeng's office.

"Suck it, suck it!"

"Ah~"

Before Jiang Mei entered the room, a strange sound attracted her attention.

She tiptoed to the door and put her ear to the door to hear what was going on.

In the end, it didn't matter what she heard. Jiang Mei quickly combined these two sounds and formed a very unhealthy association.

As a 'experienced person', Jiang Mei's pretty face turned red when she heard this.

Pictures inappropriate for children filled her mind involuntarily.

"Okay, okay, I'm still here, so you dare to eat secretly behind my back."

Jiang Mei was so angry that his whole body was trembling. Anger defeated reason in just a moment.

She wants to see which vixen dares to seduce her man.

"Song Qingfeng, get out of here!!"

Along with Jiang Mei's roar, the fragile door broke into several pieces.

Then their eyes met, and the strange sound suddenly stopped. Song Qingfeng held up the spicy sticks with a confused look on his face.

"Master, junior sister, why is it you?"

In order to cover up his embarrassment, Song Qingfeng quickly stuffed the entire spicy stick into his mouth.

After swallowing it whole, he pretended to be fine and said.

"You come to me so late, is there something important?"

Realizing that his posture was a bit unsightly, Song Qingfeng quickly sat up straight.

By the way, he turned his head and secretly licked the spicy oil on his hands clean, as if everything Jiang Mei saw just now was an illusion.

"Ah, this, this..."

Facing the suspicious Song Qingfeng, Jiang Mei began to panic, looking around, not knowing how to answer.

Determined to catch the rapist in bed, she broke in, but the situation in the room now was a little different from what she had imagined.

It's all because Song Qingfeng, a funny guy, doesn't have a straight face. He can still make such unpleasant noises while eating spicy strips.

But Jiang Mei didn't want Song Qingfeng to know why she was angry just now.

Fortunately, after seeing clearly that Song Qingfeng was alone in the room, her anger disappeared.

But how will things end now?

Just as the two were in a stalemate, a burst of noise suddenly came from outside the door, from far to near, breaking the deadlock.

"Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"

"Protect the sect master quickly!"

The original team patrolling nearby heard the noise and gathered towards the two of them.

"Beep, beep."

Soon, a group of black-armored disciples armed with weapons poured into the courtyard and quickly surrounded Jiang Mei, who was still standing motionless outside the door.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You don't know Sect Leader Jiang!"

"Where did the enemy attack come from? What are you doing? Why are you going?"

Song Qingfeng first glared at Jiang Mei angrily, then walked out of the damaged door and waved to disperse the patrol team.

"Humph!"

Jiang Mei crossed her arms across her chest, showing an attitude that it had nothing to do with her, and stared back without any fear.

It was her fault, but there was no way to get her to admit her mistake!

"Oh, haha, it turns out to be Sect Leader Jiang. We misunderstood. This disciple will leave with his brothers."

The leader of the patrol team was a wise man. He figured out the current situation not long after entering the hospital, and planned to withdraw from the team with a smile on his face.

"But..."

At this time, there happened to be a blind disciple who wanted to step forward and ask what happened.

"Shut up! Get out now."

The squad leader kicked the disciple and interrupted him.

After winking at the others, he forcibly dragged them out.

"Boss, what's going on? You didn't even let me finish my words."

After walking out of the courtyard, the disciple asked the team leader in a low voice, isn't it their team's responsibility to deal with emergencies like this?

"At first glance, you look like a newcomer who has just joined the sect."

"The person standing opposite the sect master is our sect master's old friend. They seemed to be quarreling just now. Do you think we need to get involved in this matter?"

The captain explained patiently.

"unnecessary."

The disciple shook his head and said.

"But I have never heard that our sect leader has a family?"

Another disciple asked curiously.

"If you stay in the sect for a long time, you will naturally know these gossips."

The captain patted the disciple on the shoulder and said sincerely.

"Tsk! I have to say, our boss is the one who knows how to be a good person!"

"I think we should go a little further, so that the sect master loses the argument and vents his anger on our brothers."

A disciple warned, and then the entire team of disciples speeded up their pace in unison, wanting to quickly leave this place of right and wrong.