Cannon fodder master, she became a group favorite after tearing up the script

Chapter 400 Homura, We Don't Bring Such Unreasonable Things
Feng Luoyan turned her head away to avoid his touch, and he stared: "Then you are still nesting here without moving?"

Li Ze raised his eyebrows: "Where did I not move?"

As he spoke, he rubbed the rabbit's ears vigorously.

Feng Luoyan kicked him with the back foot, but was firmly grasped by the opponent.

Rabbit is angry.

Li Ze quickly smoothed his hair, supported by the water unicorn treasure enchantment, their small movements on this side will not attract the attention of people on the other side.

Li Ze: "When I enter the island, Grandpa must have a way to go to the fairy world."

Feng Luoyan didn't believe it: "Apart from Tongtian Tree and Dujie Feisheng, what else can I do?"

"You also know that there is no other way except Tongtianshu and Dujie Feisheng. Just now, I was asked to find a way. Xiaoyan, we don't want to take such unreasonable things."

Li Ze stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead.

Feng Luoyan kept silent.

Seeing his extremely depressed appearance, Li Ze just wanted to laugh.

Liri Island does not completely belong to the world of cultivating immortals.

The smile that flashed across the fox's eyes disappeared completely when he turned his head and saw the man in black who was trying to attack the barrier of Liri Island again.

After following the other party for so long, he probably guessed his intention.

Su Ruoruo was in a coma the whole time and was held in his arms.

It looks like something is wrong.

Li Ze silently twitched the corner of his mouth.

As we all know, Lizhou Island is rich in natural materials and earth treasures, and the man may have paid attention to it.

Want to save Su Ruoruo?
Oh, dream!
Li Ze's mind was full of the spell formations and spells that Yu Yan had forced him to practice in those days.

Liri Island's enchantment is actually very strong.

But the man's technique is weird, saying that he is a demon cultivator, but the demonic energy of the shot is different from the demonic energy of the demon realm.

Simply put, it is more lethal.

Big enough to shake the enchantment of Liri Island.

Grandpa said in the letter that he had already been slashed by the Heavenly Thunder, but when he noticed something abnormal outside, he forcibly suppressed his cultivation.

I don't know how long he can last.

He had to think of a way quickly.

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"Master, the porridge is ready."

Feng Su pushed the door in with a bowl of steaming porridge.

He stayed in the kitchen for a long time, and his body was soaked by the cold air, so the man stood by the door while he was talking.

The sticky rice fragrance wafted in.

The tip of Yu Yan's nose twitched slightly, she didn't know what to think of, and a faint smile appeared between the woman's brows and eyes.

She remembered that Lize especially liked cooking porridge in different ways.

Immortal cultivators have terrifyingly sharp eyesight.

From a distance, Feng Su saw the change in Yu Yan's expression.

His heart seems to be tainted with sweetness, is Master looking forward to it so much?

Yu Yan didn't know what Feng Su was thinking, but at the moment, she was really looking forward to the apprentice's skill.

Feeling that the cold air on her body was almost gone, Feng Su walked over.

The man's sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and he was currently passing the jade bowl to Yu Yan with downcast eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, probably nervous.

He was worried that Master would not be able to drink.

Master said that she likes sweet porridge, but she has never tasted salty porridge.

he……

I made it salty on my own initiative.

Feng Su's fingers holding the wall of the bowl twitched slightly, and the next moment he was touched by a stream of warmth. He said it was a touch, but in fact it was just a superficial touch.

A current spread along the fingertips to the heart, and Feng Su's breathing stagnated slightly.

Yu Yan saw that there was nothing special about the white porridge, so she took a spoonful from the bowl.

Feng Su withdrew her hand, letting her big palm be covered by her drooping sleeves, caressing gently as if greedy for the warmth in a place where no one was looking.

(End of this chapter)