After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 197

Song Jingmo did not expect that Wulinggu and the first few brothers and sisters were all outsiders.

The plane of Xiuling Continent is like a sieve, it has everything.

The senior brothers and sisters ranked in the top ten, except for the head sister, Chang Huan and Nan Tao, the other senior brothers and sisters seem to live in a few words that are rarely mentioned.

They both live in the present and don't let themselves get stuck in the past.

When those brothers and sisters who had never met before appeared in the wasteland in a group, nothing unpleasant happened, but Song Jingmo accepted the meeting gift a little softly.

The senior brothers and sisters gave generous gifts to each of them. Song Jingmo thought he was used to seeing rare treasures, and couldn't help being crazy when he saw the good things that the senior brothers and sisters brought out.

Just ask, who can resist the temptation of pure to the extreme?
The higher the cultivation base, the stronger the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and the ability to distinguish what is good and what is not good is also gradually improving.

Just like now, every meeting gift is as attractive to Song Jingmo as a bowl of soft and fragrant braised pork is to someone who has been craving meat for months.

As long as there is one piece, she can get great satisfaction, and what she has is a big pot full, the kind that can be refilled after eating a bowl.

Obediently recognize the brothers and sisters one by one, and then the familiar chatting session.

There is nothing to chat about, but I just talk about some of my own experiences, most of which are mentioned in passing, and I pick interesting things to talk about, and I care more about each other.

Some of the senior brothers and sisters have obtained a complete spiritual chef inheritance, and the work of preparing the food is also taken care of by one hand. Song Jingmo just mixed up the work for a while, and several people handed over the same ingredients.

Song Jingmo was the last one to hand it over, and he felt extremely happy watching the movements of the senior brothers and sisters.

Joyfully, he finally pursed his lips and smiled.

Who can say what is wrong with such a life?
When a table is full of color and fragrance, it can be regarded as a visual feast at first glance, and dozens of different styles of aromas can be smelled by rough sniffing. Each aroma cannot suppress the other aromas, and the final aroma gathered is easy. Just arouse the instinctive appetite.

The spiritual food cooked by the spiritual chef is far from comparable to Song Jingmo's dishes cooked with spiritual ingredients using ordinary cooking methods.

Sitting together cheerfully, without deliberately abiding by the rule of not talking when eating, just say what you want to say, answer any questions you want to answer, you chat with each other, the atmosphere is extremely harmonious and coke.

Song Jingmo also understood the origin of his sect at this time.

The original sect was called Wuling Valley. There were originally ten disciples in the valley. These senior brothers and sisters did not come from the same plane. They worshiped Wuling Valley because of a coincidence, and also formed a deep friendship because they were both disciples of Wuling Valley.

Wuling Valley can travel between different planes at a specific moment, and can also jump space.

The senior brothers and sisters have their own encounters, and all of them have exceeded the limit of the strongest force in the Lingxiu Continent. They cannot walk freely in the Lingxiu Continent. They only left some records in that era ten thousand years ago, and then went to Walk on other planes.

But Song Jingmo was still a little puzzled.

She saw what the senior sister in charge meant, and she hated Tiandao for manipulating the life and death of the creatures in the small world. How did Tiandao unscrupulously pave the way for the protagonist in the previous life.

Although, the protagonist in this life has not had time to be born yet...

"In the previous world timeline of Xiuling Continent, there were no disciples of the Qingling Sect." Yin Zhihua saw the confusion in Song Jingmo's eyes and said casually.

Now the location of the wasteland is a boundary that no one can control, and it is out of the constraints of order. In other words, whoever is stronger can write the order of the small plane of the wasteland.

Without Tiandao staring at her, Yin Zhihua spoke more casually, and finished drinking a pot of wine with her head raised, her voice drifting in the wind.

"There's never been a fixed number of things like this."

"After a lot of experience, I will also feel that everything is the best arrangement."

(End of this chapter)