"Katz... Katz..."
Sitting around the barbecue rack, Wu Qingce and a few other mystic beasts were eating the Soul Devouring Beast crispy roasted meat. Every bite was an extreme enjoyment.
"Brother Jiang, do you have any more chili?"
Wu Qingce, who had swallowed another big mouthful of meat, looked at Jiang Beiran and asked.
Jiang Beiran, who had finished the meat and was drinking sour plum soup to digest his food, glanced at him and said, "Don't be greedy for a moment of pleasure. Have you forgotten the last time you stayed in the toilet for an entire day?"
"I can't care about it anymore. Your roasted meat is a heaven match with chili. It's a waste of God's gift if I don't eat it with chili."
Jiang Beiran sighed and smiled. He then grabbed a handful of chilies and handed it to Wu Qingce.
"Thank you!" Wu Qingce took the chili with both hands. Just as he was about to take the meat, he found that there was only one piece left on the plate.
