"Not as good as me?" Duan Liang was startled and asked hesitantly, "What does Young Master Boyang mean?"
"Just call me Boyang." Li Su smiled.
"Okay, Brother Boyang." Duan Liang nodded.
"You were swallowed into the monster's belly, and you were still able to maintain a certain level of consciousness; she fainted immediately." Li Su took a sip of wine, "This is not as good as you."
"That's it." Duan Liang suddenly realized, and immediately scratched his head, "Actually, I can stay awake mainly because of the talisman and jade pendant my mother gave me."
"That's also your ability." Li Su smiled.
Duan Liang glanced at the direction of the tent again, "Flower Girl came here, she must really want that demon pill, right?"
"I gave her everything she wanted." Li Su poured herself another glass of wine.
Duan Liang was startled and his eyes fell on Li Su.
With a handsome and smiling face, a chic and elegant posture, his whole body seemed to be shining with light.
Duan Liangliang felt a bit humble inexplicably, thinking that compared with the young master Boyang in front of him, he was far inferior in terms of appearance, manners, and strength.
That flower girl chose to follow Mr. Boyang... as it should be.
"Master Duan, is there something on your mind?" Li Su looked at Duan Liang and muttered in his heart. The man looked at him with something wrong.
Duan Liang shook his head, forced a smile and said: "I am truly lucky to be able to meet Brother Boyang."
"Young Master Duan is so polite." Li Su said with a smile, thinking that rather than getting to know me, you probably want to get to know the flower girl in the tent more.
Duan Liang poured himself a drink and his eyes fell on the roasted tiger.
The roasted tiger is cooked, fragrant on the outside and tender on the inside, and the meat is fragrant and appetizing.
"I'll cut it." Li Su stood up, came to the grilling room, and took out a sharpening knife specially used for cutting meat from the storage bag.
Pieces of cooked tiger meat fell on the plate on the dinner table.
"You two heroes, go sit down and eat." Li Su said with a smile, "I have a big appetite and I am used to standing in front of the barbecue."
"..."
In line with the idea that guests should do as they please, the middle-aged scribe and the burly swordsman came to sit on the left and right sides of Duan Liang without saying anything.
"You don't need to be polite to me. You can eat your own food. You can take care of the wine and meat." Li Su explained with a chuckle, and then stopped caring about the three people and continued to cut the meat and start eating.
"Young Master, eat." The middle-aged scribe said softly. He vaguely understood what his young master was thinking.
"Okay." Duan Liang nodded, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and started eating.
"..."
The two groups of people were each eating barbecue. Gradually, the eyes of Duan Liang, the middle-aged scribe, and the burly swordsman couldn't help but fall on Li Su.
"It's really delicious." The middle-aged scribe thought to himself. In his eyes, Li Su's appetite seemed to be endless. The roasted tiger meat was put into his mouth piece by piece without any pause.
"Is this called heroic?" Duan Liang asked softly.
"Heroic..." The middle-aged scribe and the burly swordsman both paused. The middle-aged scribe smiled and nodded, "He is indeed heroic."
"Is this heroic?" the burly swordsman complained. The heroic in his eyes means being informal and daring to act boldly, drinking heavily and eating meat... It's definitely not just about eating fast, but also eating a lot.
"Hey, this black tiger has five legs?" Duan Liang, who had been watching Li Su eating meat, suddenly asked in surprise.
"Five legs?" The middle-aged scribe and the burly swordsman were both startled. They looked at Li Su and found that Li Su had a roasted tiger leg in his hand.
They looked at the roasted tiger on the grill and a tiger leg bone on the ground.
There are three tiger legs on the roasted tiger. Counting the tiger leg bones on the ground, there are exactly four tiger legs.
"It's not the legs..." The middle-aged scribe's eyelids twitched and he glanced at the lower part of the roasted tiger's buttocks. When he was helping with the roasting, he noticed that the black tiger's whip was unusually large.
It's obvious.
At this moment, the thick and long roasted meat comparable to a tiger's leg in the hands of Mr. Boyang is the tiger whip of this black tiger.
"It's a tiger whip." The middle-aged scribe whispered.
"Tiger whip?" Duan Liang opened his eyes wide.
"This is a good thing." A hint of envy flashed in the burly swordsman's eyes.
"It is indeed a good thing." The middle-aged scribe was convinced.
Duan Liang twitched his face and took a sip of wine. When he saw Li Su eating tiger whip, he felt a little strange.
The night gets darker.
Duan Liang, the middle-aged scribe, and the burly swordsman had already eaten and drank enough.
After eating the tiger penis and drinking a jar of peach blossom wine, Li Su was satisfied and did not eat more. He directly sent the remaining roasted tiger into the Yuquan Spiritual Mirror.
"The night is already dark. Let the three of you rest here." Li Su said with a smile.
Duan Liang, the middle-aged scribe, and the burly swordsman looked at each other. Duan Liang nodded lightly, "Okay."
"I'll give three people a tent."
With that said, Li Su walked towards the north of the Demon Mist Valley.
"Then thank you so much, Mr. Boyang." The middle-aged scribe thanked him and followed Li Su together with Duan Liang and the burly swordsman.
After walking about a hundred feet, Li Su stopped, took out a tent from his storage bag, and placed it on the mountain.
"Where will Brother Boyang stay tonight?" Duan Liang asked curiously.
"What?" Li Su looked at Duan Liang.
Duan Liang blinked, "I just want to ask, where does Brother Boyang plan to stay tonight?"
"Um..." Li Su looked at the white tent a hundred feet away, "That tent is quite big, I should live in it."
Duan Liang was startled, and then his expression changed.
"Haha~, this is my young master's first time walking around the world. Mr. Boyang, don't be surprised." The middle-aged scribe laughed and stood in front of Duan Liang calmly.
"It's nothing." Li Su naturally didn't care. He nodded at the three of them and turned towards the white tent.
"He..." Duan Liang's eyes were trembling.
"Go back to the tent first." The burly swordsman whispered.
Duan Liang bit his lip and silently walked into the tent behind him.
The middle-aged scribe immediately released his true energy and placed a protective shield of true energy around the entire tent.
"Young Master, Young Master Boyang is our life-saving grace. He has nothing unkind to us." The middle-aged scribe said in a deep voice.
"I know." Duan Liang whispered.
"The flower girl was poisoned and fell into a coma. Mr. Boyang took care of her as she should." The burly swordsman added.
Duan Liang clenched his fists and muttered: "How can it be normal for a man and a woman to live together in the same room?"
"Otherwise? There are no other women here, so I can't let you take care of me, right?" The burly swordsman said speechlessly.
Duan Liang's face turned red.
"Sir, Young Master Boyang also had a life-saving grace for that flower girl. Whatever happens between them has nothing to do with us." The middle-aged scribe advised.
After persuading me, I felt speechless in my heart.
My young master has just met that flower girl once, so what qualifications does he have to care about her private affairs?
Duan Liang lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
He understood the truth, but when he thought of Li Boyang and Flower Girl living in the same tent, he felt very unhappy.
It's like...the sweetheart is lying in someone else's arms.
