Chapter 551 (1/2)

”Master, this roast is delicious and juicy. It's tender outside and tender inside. It's delicious!” In order to let Feng Luan know how delicious Shen Lang's barbecue is, the red moon also describes it.

Feng Luan's face was slightly unnatural, but the smell of the barbecue on red moon's hand came to her, which made her a little greedy.

Where does Feng Luan like to eat compressed biscuit? In this case, any woman would like to have barbecue.

”Eat yourself, I don't want meat!” Feng Luan is duplicating.

Shen Lang came over and said with a smile as he nibbled at the barbecue: ”I said Miss Feng, do you discriminate against me so much? Don't worry, I won't poison you. ”

Feng Luan can't stand the smell of barbecue, she said coldly, ”don't want to provoke me, it's better to stay away from me!”

Seeing that Feng Luan didn't give face, Shen Lang had to give up and enjoy the barbecue.

In the evening, the red moon settled in the tent set up by Shen Lang and rested at ease.

Feng Luan embraces her hands and leans against a big tree.

Shen Lang came up and said, ”Miss Feng, you can rest in the tent with yue'er. I'll watch the night.”

Feng Luan snorted coldly and didn't speak.

”I said, we are all together, can you not be so vengeful?” Shen Lang is helpless.

”Well, it's more than a revenge? I want to kill you! ” Feng Luan said coldly.

”I've never seen a woman like you who will repay her kindness and hatred,” Shen said

”I've never met such a shameless man as you. Don't talk to me, I don't want to see your face again! ” Feng Luan left her head, sulking in her heart.

In fact, Feng Luan is also a woman with clear love and hatred. She knows that Shen Lang is to save her.

But Shen Lang has done that to himself and has desecrated her

As soon as Feng Luan closed her eyes, she could think of the humiliation she had suffered when Shen Lang drove away Gu that day.

Even if she could forgive Shen Lang in her heart, she could not forgive him mentally.

Shen Lang is also too lazy to ask for fun, but he is a little frustrated. Feng Luan is the martial arts cultivation in the middle period of Wenjing. His strength is stronger than him.

In front of Feng Luan, Shen Lang has no voice, which makes him rather upset. Shen Lang secretly decided to break through to the middle of the question as soon as possible.

Shen Lang found a space to meditate and practice.

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

In the jungle of Misty Island, the night is low, the cold dew is deep, and all kinds of insects and unknown beasts call around.

At a certain time in the middle of the night, Shen Lang suddenly opened his eyes in meditation practice and said: ”it seems that something has come?”

Shen Lang feels a breath approaching.

Beside the five or six meters of fengluan also opened her eyes from the setting, her pretty face with a trace of wonder, she also felt that there was a breath approaching rapidly.

”Hiss!”

Suddenly there was a howling sound in the dark night. Shen Lang suddenly raised his hair and quickly set up a blood drinking knife.

”Shua!” Feng Luan draws out a soft sword at his waist, and starmou freezes.

The next moment.

”Pedals!”

It's obviously the sound of something walking and crawling, and the frequency is very high.

Suddenly, a huge red centipede sprang out of the bushes, at least four or five meters long and more than half a meter wide.

”I depend on it!”

Shen Lang was shocked. He had never seen such a large centipede. It was bigger than the African wild elephant!