Liu Qingsong and Liu qingrui were sitting in a restaurant. The table was filled with delicious food, and all of them were made of spirit beast meat, which was good for cultivators. Liu qingrui sat there and looked at the food on the table. He looked at the confused Liu Qingsong and said,"Xiao Song, this is the meat of spirit beasts. It's very good for cultivators, unlike ordinary food. Not only does it have no benefits, but it will also leave poison in your body. You can eat it without worry. Go ahead and eat."
Liu Qingsong responded, and then looked at Liu qingrui with a puzzled expression,"Master, you didn't say we're leaving today, right? Why are you eating here? When are we leaving?"
Liu qingrui smiled. &Quot; we'll leave after we've eaten. Let's eat. &Quot;
Liu Qingsong responded, and he didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. Liu qingrui, on the other hand, ate slowly, listening to the sounds around him.
