Elliot picked up the chicken wing and took two bites. The chicken wing was very delicious. It was fried in oil until crispy, then simmered with sauce. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I couldn't help but feel curious. The people in Guiyun Palace were all birds, so the chef was naturally one too. Wouldn't the bird chef feel scared when frying the chicken wings?
"Some birds also eat chickens." Adrian pointed to the Cloud Messenger next to her.
The Dark Cloud Envoy and the White Cloud Envoy sat two steps down. Lan Jiangxue was just drinking elegantly and rarely eating, while Diao Lie was eating a roast chicken with relish.
No wonder Wu Bujian and the others were afraid of Diao Lie. Elliot grinned with a chicken wing in his mouth, looked around, and met Qingluo's affectionate eyes.
In the center of the dance floor, there was a brightly colored carpet with a peony pattern. Qingluo, wearing colorful clothes, was dancing gracefully with a group of long-legged women in plain clothes.
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