Chapter 588 What Are You Doing so Close to Me

Fan Qingqi, who had already run to the door, was shocked when she heard Sun Dasheng's screams, thinking that something had happened to him, and ran back immediately.

When she saw Sun Dasheng's dog gnawing on the mud and fell to the ground, and there was a cotton candy-like thing flying above the yard, her eyes widened.

"Jingling!"

Fan Qingqi exclaimed in surprise.

After Chiu Chiu found Fan Qingqi, he immediately turned around and ran away.

At this time, Sun Dasheng hummed and got up from the ground, and then wanted to find out what the thing that scared him just now was.

Seeing that Sun Dasheng was fine, Fan Qingqi jumped up and landed on the wall to look over.

Even mortals know what Jingling means, let alone Fan Qingqi, who came from a family of cultivators.

When she saw the situation in the yard clearly, she couldn't help but look a little stunned.

A boy of about 18 or 19 years old, holding a knife in his hand, cut the throat of a chicken, and the pungent smell of blood wafted from there.

After the teenager drained the chicken blood, he soaked the chicken in a bucket of hot water beside him, and then picked up another chicken that had been soaked for a long time in the wooden bucket and started plucking.

His expression was focused and serious, and he didn't seem to see Fan Qingqi on the courtyard wall three meters away.

Fan Qingqi stood stiffly on the wall, watching this scene, her heart trembled, her body could not help trembling slightly.

The young man in front of her has an ordinary appearance. She can't feel the breath of a cultivator or a warrior. No matter how you look at it, she looks like an ordinary person. The only thing is that her eyes are piercing, and she has an elegant and profound temperament.

But he was clearly just plucking chicken feathers, but his movements showed a natural, mellow and wishful charm.

In the past, someone told Fan Qingqi that plucking chicken feathers would shock her, and she would definitely scoff at it.

Especially when she saw Jing Ling happily jumping up and down on the shoulders of the young man, making a pleasing cry like chirp, Fan Qingqi was already shocked beyond measure.

She had never heard that Jingling would get close to a human, because whether it was a monk or a warrior, the first reaction to seeing Jingling was to grab them.

"Hey, little girl, what are you looking at!"

While Fan Qingqi stared blankly at Chen Luo pulling the feathers, Sun Dasheng lifted the stool and stood up, then tiptoed and looked into the yard.

Sun Dasheng saw Chen Luo and Jingling, and he was completely indifferent.

In his opinion, it was just an ordinary neighbor killing chickens. It was that furry guy who was so cute that it was the one who scare him just now.

As to why there is such a fluffy, flying pet, it is not surprising at all.

This is the world of Xianxia. There are many people who raise spirit beasts. Maybe that thing is a spirit beast.

It seems that it should be a weak chicken spirit beast that has no effect.

"What's so good about pulling chicken feathers"

Sun Dasheng saw Fan Qingqi looked dumbfounded and lost his soul. He felt very uncomfortable and a little jealous.

"It's over, Wukong, your little girl has taken a fancy to someone else!"

"Something's wrong, this little girl's eyes look like she's seen a ghost, not the expression of her sweetheart."

"But it's obviously just picking up chicken feathers, not pulling a few hairs. Is it necessary to be shocked like this?"

"Fan Xiaoniu is a martial arts master anyway, maybe she can see something we can't see."

"The plucking boy might be a big guy."

Chen Luo took out the rice wine and salt, marinated the two chickens, stuffed the prepared diced meat, mushrooms and various spices into the belly, wrapped the outer layer with lotus leaves, and topped with wet mud, and then started to simmer and roast on the fire.

This is the beggar chicken that Chen Luo learned a few days ago, which is very popular in martial arts novels.

This kind of thing naturally has to be done in the Xianxia world to feel it.

In the past few days, Chen Luo has almost visited Tiannan Mansion, and the nine styles of the sword of annihilation have also been deduced.

Now that I have nothing to do, I can do it myself, which is not very interesting.

And the chicken tastes good, so he gets two every day to try it.

Sun Dasheng lived in the yard next door, Chen Luo naturally knew it a long time ago, but he didn't expect it to be so coincidental, this guy happened to live next door.

Chen Luo didn't care, he just treated him as a strange neighbor, except that Sun Dasheng and Fan Qingqi were a little annoying every day.

After a while, the chicken was cooked, and Chen Luo took out a wooden stick and pulled out the two charcoal-shaped earthen buns.

He peeled back the dried-out soil, revealing chicken wrapped in lotus leaves.

As soon as the soil broke apart, a strong aroma of chicken filled the air, which was mouth-watering.

Sun Dasheng and Fan Qingqi's throats moved at the same time, and they couldn't help swallowing.

No way, it's so delicious.

"Is this the legendary beggar chicken?"

After all, Sun Dasheng has seen many martial arts dramas in reality, but after just one glance, he vaguely guessed what it was.

Chen Luo didn't pay any attention to the two people watching the show on the wall, but he slowly tore off a chicken leg and ate it calmly.

"Brother, do you sell that chicken?"

Sun Dasheng couldn't stand the temptation of this smell, and immediately stood up on tiptoe and shouted at Chen Luo.

Fan Qingqi's expression suddenly changed when she heard the words, she turned around and jumped off the yard, pulling Sun Dasheng off the stool.

"return!"

Sun Dasheng had an inexplicable expression on his face, "What are you doing?"

Sun Dasheng reluctantly wanted to jump on the stool to find Chen Luo to buy chicken, but was dragged into the house by Fan Qingqi.

Although Sun Dasheng is a man, a martial arts practitioner like Fan Qingqi who has forged his body since childhood has no ability to resist at all.

"That person is not an ordinary person, don't go to death."

Sun Dasheng was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a dissatisfied expression, "It's not an ordinary person, I just asked him if he would sell chickens. He can still kill me."

Fan Qingqi said angrily, "Didn't you find out just now that he didn't even look at us at all? Those cultivators look at ordinary people like that. If you dare to provoke him, he can really kill you at will!"

Sun Dasheng stopped talking for a while. As a person who came from the soul, his understanding of the world of immortals was far less than that of Fan Qingqi, who came from a family of immortals.

If she said that, it means that the attitude of cultivators towards mortals is mostly the same.

"But, I don't think that person is a bad person?"

Fan Qingqi was in a hurry, "How can you judge a person's quality just by looking at them?"

"Yeah, I don't think you look like a bad person."

Sun Dasheng suddenly laughed, stepped forward and took a step forward, and suddenly leaned in front of Fan Qingqi.

Fan Qingqi's expression was stagnant, her pretty face was slightly red, and she couldn't help but take a step back and stammered, "You, you, what are you doing so close to me."

"Naturally do what you want to do."

Sun Dasheng wrapped his arms around Fan Qingqi's waist, and then leaned over.