My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 67 Dreaming

Day two.

The sky is bright, and the pavilions, terraces, and corridors are drowsy, like an old woman who is dozing off and refuses to wake up.

It takes 21 days to develop a habit, which is applicable in any world. Yun Chi still got up early in the morning, and finished his knife practice in the dark and hazy morning fog.

Yun Chi came to the kitchen excitedly, rolled up his sleeves, and planned to have a big fight.

He picked up the two carrot whiskers, sized them up and threw them aside in disgust.

Compared with the ingredients in Luoxueling that seem to have been soaked in a spiritual spring for 81, [-] days, the radish, vegetables, and turkey in Yulou Waterside Pavilion are really ordinary.

As far as this is the treatment of the disciples passed down by the elders, if it is the disciples of the inner sect or those little radish-headed disciples of the outer sect, the daily supply is even lower.

Status is a good thing, and she has a deep understanding of it after being the young master for more than 20 years.

Regardless of whether you are flying with banners and ambitious, or you are lawless, there are always a few people who have their brains pierced from the forehead to the soles of the feet, offering you as their ancestors.

Not only did I make offerings to my ancestors with different surnames, but I also had to leave a last word, so that my grandsons who lived eighteen generations later would make offerings together.

It is euphemistically called the matter of loyalty to the emperor.

After a lot of picking and picking, I finally picked out seven or eight unnamed vegetable seedlings from the three-and-a-half-person tall vegetable baskets.

The purple light is full of light, and one can tell at a glance that it contains spiritual energy, which is called a foot, and it has a somewhat auspicious image of purple energy coming from the east.

And choose the most outstanding one from more than 20 kinds of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and colorful spiritual rice. The bright yellow color is similar to the millet eaten in the previous life, and the grains are full but bigger than soybeans. It is almost as big as half a big white bean.

In the end, he hugged a firebird egg. This egg is so huge that it can fill two large footbaths with just the egg liquid.

This man can also be seen in Luoxueling's kitchen. My master eats a big bowl of fire bird custard every three days.

Delicious and smooth, it is many times stronger than eggs, duck eggs, goose eggs and quail eggs.

I still remember that I took a sip secretly, and immediately felt that the taste buds exploded and the taste was endless, which was more delicious than eating fifty catties of collagen powder.

Still wanting to take another bite, the extremely arrogant You Lan Zhangfeng came over without making a sound, and sent her flying hundreds of meters.

In her previous life, her culinary skills were excellent. After a year of training, she thought that if she was given seven to seven days, she could cook a full banquet of Han and Han at her fingertips.

She flexed her fists in the kitchen with a thunderbolt, the movement was not too big, only a little weaker than a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Cuifeng was sleepy, and most of her consciousness was still drinking at Duke Zhou's house, dragging her choppy body to the kitchen.

"Hey, my Hualien Immortal, how can you do these rough jobs, this is what a villain should do."

On a sunny day, thunder was born, and Cuifeng was agitated, more sober than the scholars who had been fighting fiercely for days in the Gongyuan.

The master has robbed the slave of his work, so if he wants the slave to do something, the master should do the job of the master, and must not put the cart before the horse and disrupt the order.

Cuifeng yelled, and wanted to go forward to grab the long spoon in Yunchi's hand.

Yunchi's strength is infinite, and his skill in forming pills is so good, how could Cuifeng take it away.

With a flexible elbow, he lightly tapped Cuifeng's forearm, which was thicker than a pig's hoof, "It's just a meal, and there's no division of who should do and who shouldn't. And—"

"For me, cooking is also a very relaxing thing."

With the spoon in Yunchi's hand, he slowly scratched the bubbling Lingmi porridge in the pot, turned his head to look at Cuifeng who was sitting on the ground and touching his butt, and smiled awkwardly.

The seemingly unintentional blow just now turned the fat Cuifeng head to the ground without any effort. The Tathagata Buddha, Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Jesus Christ is on top, she really didn't mean it.

Two quarters later.

The porridge is ready, the custard is steamed, and the cold dish "Zi Qi Dong Lai" is delicious.

Yun Chi served one person, reckoning it would be enough for Xiao Guanfeng to eat, leaving the rest for Cuifeng.

Watching Yunchi leave, Cuifeng looked at half of the pot of porridge, then at the barely touched pot of custard, and sighed.

The meal on the plate is hard-working, and the peasant uncles face the loess and their backs to the sky.

Cuifeng, a poor man, lived for more than 40 years and never dared to waste a grain of rice or a vegetable, but she was——

I can't finish it!
She secretly made up her mind that from tomorrow she would get up earlier, earlier than the big turkey on Spirit Beast Peak, and declare her sovereignty with practical actions.

The kitchen is an important place, the master is not allowed to enter!
"Ah!"

Yun Chi walked on the promenade with delicious food and sneezed.

At this time, the sky is just beginning to appear, and the faint orange light diffuses from the red sun, gradually enveloping the eaves and pavilions of the Yulou Waterside Pavilion.

The summer is intense, the lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom, and a few koi carp can come and go freely among the intertwined lotus rhizomes.

Pushing the door open and entering, Xiao Guanfeng still fell asleep soundlessly, the alternating fire and ice tortures tortured him enough, he slept for six or seven hours without any sign of waking up.

Yun Chi felt so guilty that he didn't call him.

He took out the dried flower futon and meditated in the corner.

As soon as he closed his eyes, the blue aura was about to enter his forehead, but before it reached his dantian, the man's moans came out in an untimely low voice.

She finally experienced how difficult it was for old mothers when she was sick, and the anxiety and anxiety were all a foretaste.

If you encounter someone haunted by nightmares, you may be injured at any time.

He got closer, and put his ear to the man's lips, and he couldn't speak clearly from his mouth.

Yun Chi frowned upon hearing the few words that could be distinguished.

Again!
"Kill...kill...don't...go to die...kill..."

As the frequency of speaking speeded up, the slender fingers protruding from the joints pinched Yunchi's neck accurately for the dozens of times, thinking that he had pinched the snake's seven inches, he wanted to snap and twist her neck.

Yun Chi looked down at the big hand, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed at the big hand's wrist with a "Ka Deng", with such great strength that he was not afraid of cutting the opponent to pieces.

Wrist pain, driven by the instinct of multicellular organisms to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, the big hand obediently retracted.

After Xiao Guanfeng's nightmare dissipated, his brows stretched even more than the tentacles of a jellyfish swimming in the deep sea, and his breathing was even as if he had set a timed program, Yun Chi resumed his meditation practice.

Xiao Guanfeng felt that he dreamed for thousands of years, those who died all came back to life, and then died again.

Repeatedly caught in an endless loop.

Every time, just as he was slashing the enemy with his hands and intending to pinch the enemy's neck in one go, someone always came out to make trouble and cut his wrist.

Mad!
The young Xiao Guanfeng, with immature facial features, jumped up and down with a golden sword full of anger, searching for the troublemaker everywhere, even the bird's nest in the deep mountains and old forests.

He was going to be caught out, and after he was punished for three thousand, he was locked in the dungeon of Xiao Lanshan, and he was punished for another three thousand, so that he could relieve his hatred.

Huangtian paid off, and finally let him find it.

It's a beauty snake!
The human body is snake-tailed, and it is alluring and incomparable.

Seeing this, he would rather never find it.

The beautiful snake giggled and clamored to have a baby snake with him.

Even his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were emitting black smoke from Wu Lei Bang Ding, he was still just a teenager.

Miao Zhenggen was a young boy, but he couldn't bear the torment of a beautiful snake. The majestic momentum of Mount Tai lost its momentum in an instant, and it was shriveled than a deflated balloon.

So he ran away again.

But the beautiful snake flicked its tail wildly and swam so fast that it was about to be caught by her.

There is a cliff in front of you, which can scare people just by looking at it.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and jumped down without hesitation.

The dream ended abruptly.

With lingering fear in his heart, he opened his eyes, the gray and translucent curtain above his head was not on his own couch, or somewhere else.

(End of this chapter)