Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue were stunned for a moment before both of them burst out laughing. They turned around to look at Baili han, who was rolling his eyes."Alright, I won't treat you to the smell of jealousy. I'll treat you to beggar ****."
After coming to the heaven domain, Ling Chuxi had not eaten beggar's chicken for a long time. She found it too troublesome. Today, he suddenly tasted it and felt that it had a different flavor. Ling Chuxi picked up some dry wood and concentrated on making beggar's chicken.
Very quickly, a few golden and shiny beggar's chickens came out of the oven. The few of them gathered around the fire and ate heartily.
"Baili, do you have any news about Jiang wuhen and the others? do you know how they are now?" Ling Chuxi asked as she ate.
"No, I don't know." Baili Han's answer was still so simple and clear.