Master, the wolf cub you picked up is crazy

With a flick of Mo Yichen's spiritual power, several fat fish appeared on the shore. Mo Yichen took out the dagger he carried with him and began to clean the scales and internal organs of the fish.

Feng Yunshang walked up to Mo Yichen, and said softly: "Master, I can also handle fish, let me do it...".

"Shang'er, sit there and rest for a while, you can eat it later..." After finishing speaking, he disposed of the fish in his hand.

The disciples of the Chenming Sect lit the fire with a wink, then stepped aside to be vigilant.

Mo Yichen fixed the harpoon, found salt and seasoning from the Qiankun bag, which he found out in the kitchen, he felt that he and Feng Yunshang could not be wronged even when he went out, and he could do it himself.

After a while, the smell of grilled fish wafted everywhere, and everyone was stunned when they saw Mo Yichen grilling fish.

Is this still the Mo Zongzhu who is not a human fireworks, but exists like a banished fairy?

"Shang'er, come and eat first, I'm grilling one..." Feng Yunshang looked at the grilled fish that was burnt yellow and exuding the aroma of roasting, his eyes were reddish.

After a while, Mo Yichen baked another one, and told the disciples in the sect to bake it themselves if they wanted to eat it.

Mo Yichen and the two came to the lakeside where there was no one to disturb them, and they sat together with a nice view. Mo Yichen took out a few pieces of candy and handed them to Feng Yunshang.

Both of them were in a good mood, and finished eating in a while.

"Master, your grilled fish is delicious, and the candy is also very sweet..." Feng Yunshang narrowed his slender peach blossom eyes and said.

Heart: Is this grilled fish the way you do it?

Mo Yichen glanced at Feng Yunshang proudly, "If you want to eat it in the future, Master will bake it for you, and I will cook other delicious food."

Heart: A grilled fish bought you, little fool.

The two finished washing in their own thoughts.

As night fell, Mo Yichen ordered the disciples in the good sect to take turns to watch the night.

Mo Yichen found a flat stone, took out a blanket from the Qiankun bag, and meditated.

Although it is summer, it will still be cold in the middle of the night.

"Shang'er, come here, you are sleeping next to Master tonight, you don't have spiritual power, you won't be able to stand the cold night..." After speaking, he patted his thigh.

Feng Yunshang obediently rested her head on Mo Yichen's lap.

Feng Yunshang looked at Mo Yichen's sharp jawline from below, and said coquettishly: "Master, I want to hear you play the flute...".

Mo Yichen took out the Heart Flute from the Qiankun bag, looked at the stars in the distance, as if falling into a kind of meditation.

The song "The Fragrance of the Lotus" is like an evening wind, lingering in the ears leisurely, and like a gentle spring, slowly soaking into the heart, washing away the dust in the heart.

Everyone listened quietly to the soft and comfortable sound of nature, and was secretly shocked in their hearts. They didn't expect Sect Master Mo to be so talented.

Feng Yunshang looked at the master who had not returned to God for a long time.

I thought to myself: Could it be that Master misses his place, no, he forbids him to leave.

Feng Yunshang is very smart, from getting along with Mo Yichen day and night, he knows that he is most likely to have changed his soul.

"Master, the piece you played is really nice, I'm a little sleepy, I'm sleeping..." After speaking, he turned over, put his face on Mo Yichen's abdomen, and closed his eyes.

Looking at Feng Yunshang's innocent and ignorant belly, Mo Yichen thanked himself for the first time that he couldn't do it there, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

Mo Yichen covered Feng Yunshang with a blanket, brushed the hair scattered on his face behind his ears, and began to meditate.

The two women in the dark were so jealous when they saw Feng Yunshang who Mo Yichen took good care of, they will get rid of you as a hindrance sooner or later.

All the people spent the night peacefully like this.

Before dawn the next day, Feng Yunshang woke up, moved his stiff body, smelled the unique fragrance of the master, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

A group of people packed up and finally arrived at the Illusory Demon Mountain in the evening.