50 It Is Fine Even If Our Lips Are Touching, Since We Are All Good Sisters

"This smell!"

Everyone was stunned and they were subconsciously twitching their noses to capture the smell.

The fragrance of meat had completely enveloped the store. The aromatic chicken meat was slightly quivering like jelly as it exuded a rich fragrance. The color of the chicken soup was extremely beautiful as lights and colors overflowed everywhere.

As Xiao Meng's eyes slightly opened, his pupils were radiating brightly. He was staring intensely at the clay pot on the table and the blood-colored chicken meat contained within.

"What a dense amount of spirit energy!" Xiao Meng was extremely astonished as he sucked in a breath of cold air. With the terrifying senses of a seventh grade Battle-Saint, he could easily tell how much spirit energy was contained within the blood-colored chicken and that the amber chicken soup was filled with the aura of many valuable medicinal ingredients.

When he looked at the bowl of chicken soup, even he was subconsciously swallowing his saliva.