He was indeed a bit annoyed.
He had finally gone to the trouble of preparing a hot pot with mutton, and was thoroughly enjoying his meal.
And this fellow had suddenly dropped out of the sky.
Ruining the entire atmosphere of their dinner.
He, Ye Qingyun, detested nothing more than being disturbed while eating.
It was already merciful of him not to toss this guy under the big iron pot and cremate him on the spot.
Yet here the fellow was, still babbling nonsense.
"Eating?"
The Five Poisons Demon Saint froze for a moment.
His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the large iron pot not far away.
His nose twitched.
A rich fragrance drifted over.
Straight to his heart and mind!
It instantly made the Five Poisons Demon Saint feel as though his long-decaying vitality was inexplicably growing stronger by several degrees.
"So fragrant!"
The Five Poisons Demon Saint muttered.
"What on earth?"
Ye Qingyun frowned.
"I... I want to taste what is in that iron pot. May I?"
The Five Poisons Demon Saint had no idea what was happening, but he felt as though this aroma had hooked out every shred of his appetite.
Saliva flooded his mouth continuously.
He had an overwhelming desire to taste the contents of that large iron pot.
It felt as though he would die with eternal regret if he didn't take a single bite.
Ye Qingyun wore a speechless expression.
Still, considering that this fellow was about to breathe his last, he might as well grant him this wish.
Since the man was a dying soul anyway.
He could …
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