Su Ci asked again: "So don't I need to owe you favors?"

She was afraid that she would be difficult to pay it back if she owe too much.

And this classmate Song doesn’t want anything, it’s very strange.

Song Pei stared at her and said, "No need."

The system was anxious and couldn't help but say, "Zaizi, please say something, at least he will invite you to eat."

Ci Ling Shangxian thought about it and said that the most common sentence she heard in the human world.

"Student Song, you are such a good person."

Then lower your head.

The immortal Ci Ling picked up the chopsticks, but she didn't know how to use them. So she reached out to hold them a little clumsyly.

Seeing this, the boy opposite said, "Boss, give her a spoon."

The boss brought a spoon.

Put it in Maoxuewangli.

Su Ci felt a little embarrassed. After all, she was a god who had lived for so many years. Now she was going to be taught by someone, so she said, "I know how to chopsticks."

Rejected the use of a spoon.

Song Pei frowned and looked at the girl clumsyly using chopsticks, almost dirtying her clean clothes.

He put down the book, then raised his hand, picked up the spoon, and scooped up a little hairy blood.

Su Ci raised her face and was sent in for food.

Her beautiful round eyes turned, then lowered her head and glanced at the spoon.

This thing is more effective than chopsticks.

And this Mao Xuewang... is better than tomato sauce.

The eyes of the immortal Ci Ling lit up slightly, and she glanced at the young man. Song Pei was also looking at her, his eyes fell on her face, and he said nothing, and took his hand back.

Su Ci hesitated for a moment, but still took the spoon.

It doesn't matter, she is no longer a god.

Don't care about face.

So the girl took the spoon and ate the hairs and bloodshot bite by bit.

Su Ci felt that her gods for so many years seemed to be in vain.

It turns out that eating is good.

It's happier than being a god.

In the past, the immortal Ci Ling was either sleeping or chatting with the Heavenly Dao. However, the Heavenly Dao could not speak every time. Sometimes she felt a little confused, but she didn't know what she should do if she didn't become a god.

She was born a god, and she was nothing.

A god is a god.

This is the first time Su Ci feels that it seems that being a god is not that good.

Song Pei stared at the girl's bright red lips and covered her long eyelashes. When he first ate Mao Xuewang's expression, he stared at the other party for a long time.

Then he took a look at the content in the book: Vampires make a living by sucking human blood. If they can't control their desires, they will suck humans into jerky meat.

Song Pei stretched out his finger, took out a tissue, and rubbed the corners of his lips on the vampire who was not a hundred years old in front of him.

"Is it tasty?"

The immortal Ci Ling glanced at him and pointed his head.

Song Pei withdrew his hand and thought of the soft skin he had accidentally rubbed before. He was like a human being, and he was also warm.

His lip line is slightly hooked.

I heard that the vampire's skin is cold, but it seems that the legend is not that accurate.

At least the girl in front of her is not.

After Su Ci finished eating Mao Xuewang, she stopped thinking about tomorrow's tomato sauce.

She thought Mao Xuewang was really delicious.

The boy stared at the girl's lips that became even more red because of eating Mao Xuewang, paused for a moment, and asked, "Are you full?"

Su Ci nodded again and said, "I'm full."

Song Pei put the book away, then stood up and said, "Let's go, go home early."
Chapter completed!