Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 202 Xiaoyaozong ([-])
Ah Yao handed the steamed stuffed bun to the younger sister who was looking at her eagerly, and the younger sister bit down on the steamed stuffed bun with difficulty and viciously with her milk teeth that hadn't fully grown yet.

"Slow down." Ah Yao grabbed the bun in the younger sister's hand while eating the bun, forcing the little doll to eat slower.

Ah Yao took care of the steamed stuffed bun in his hand. At this moment, Ji Mingzhao could barely finish the so-called meat bun: "Is it delicious?"

In fact, Ji Mingzhao didn't eat much meat at all, and he didn't taste any meat when he tasted it carefully. It was almost the same as in her university cafeteria where she couldn't eat meat in one bite, but could get a slice in two bites. Even green out of blue was better than blue. Anyway, the canteen can still taste a bit of meat, but this bun doesn't taste meat at all.

But after seeing Ah Yao's expectant eyes, he turned his mouth and nodded with a smile: "It's delicious."

"It's delicious and I'll grab it for you tomorrow." Ah Yao was very happy, and immediately promised to Ji Mingzhao.

"No... no need."

"It's useful, you're still hurt, you need to mend it." Ah Yao turned over and over just to ask Ji Mingzhao to mend it, and Ji Mingzhao always felt that she was looking through her, looking at someone else whom she would never see again The man couldn't help feeling sour, and nodded impulsively: "Okay."

"Eat more." Ah Yao didn't know how much he had snatched, and there were still a few in the cloth bag that was stuffed into the hands of the three buns for Ji Mingzhao. The skill is amazing.

"What, isn't it enough?" Seeing that Ji Mingzhao was still looking at her, Ah Yao mistakenly thought that she didn't have enough to eat, so she opened the cloth bag to add buns to Ji Mingzhao.

"No, no, I can't finish this..."

"No, you must finish eating."

Ji Mingzhao couldn't resist Ah Yao, so he could only stuff the buns into his mouth with great difficulty. Now that Ah Yao was present, Ji Mingzhao couldn't feed the buns to Xue Wen who hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he had to stuff them into his mouth with difficulty.

Ah Yao just watched Ji Mingzhao eat all the buns, and then dragged her out with satisfaction.

At this time, the people who had finished eating in twos and threes were also walking towards their respective residences. At this time, many people began to come in continuously from outside the town, and they were looking for their residences under the guidance of the monks.

And those common people who came here to practice earlier seemed to have no definite destination at all, and just walked towards the residence when they came.

Ji Mingzhao really didn't know what kind of regulations this sect practiced, and he didn't know if it was so chaotic and out of order, or because Ji Mingzhao missed some important speech and his eyes were darkened.

She cautiously asked Ah Yao in a low voice: "Did they say where they are going to practice?"

Ah Yao shook her head: "No."

"Is there no place to concentrate on training?"

"You didn't hear me and I didn't hear it, so it means nothing." Ah Yao concluded.

Although Ji Mingzhao felt that this sect was very strange, he had no choice but to go back to the room with Ah Yao.

As soon as I got back to the room, I saw that everyone in the room was sitting cross-legged on the bed, as if they were meditating.

Ji Mingzhao and Ah Yao looked at each other, thought for a while, and then tiptoed in.

Ji Mingzhao didn't sleep last night and was injured, so he quickly lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Xue Wen watched Ji Mingzhao fall asleep, and he had nowhere to go, so he sat at the end of Ji Mingzhao's bed and watched Ji Mingzhao sleep peacefully.

Ah Yao also has nothing to do, since he joined this sect, Ah Yao has unprecedented leisure time, Ah Yao, who has been busy for the first half of his life, still feels a little bored after being free, since he is a busy life.

Since she had nothing to do, she also fell asleep on the small bed, and soon fell asleep.

But the stability didn't last long.

Soon, several monks broke into the room, each of them held a portrait in their hands, and compared them to the women in the room one by one.

When comparing to Ji Mingzhao, those monks looked at the portrait again and again, and gathered together to study it uncertainly, finally found something similar to Ji Mingzhao's black and gray face. The similarities of the portraits.

"It's her."

The leading male cultivator finally determined with difficulty that the very pleasing and delicate woman in the portrait was the beggar in front of him.

"Girl, wake up." The male cultivator stood nearby and called twice, but Ji Mingzhao was too sleepy to respond.

The male cultivator clicked his tongue and signaled the female cultivator beside him to come forward and wake Ji Mingzhao up.

The female cultivator stepped forward and patted Ji Mingzhao, and Ji Mingzhao woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a group of monks surrounding her. Everyone in the room also stopped practicing and turned their eyes to Ji Mingzhao.

Seeing Ji Mingzhao wake up, the female nun handed Ji Mingzhao a handkerchief to wipe her face: "Girl, Master Feng is here to invite you."

"Feng... Master..."

Who is Master Feng?
Ji Mingzhao took the handkerchief numbly and simply wiped his face, finally showing some human appearance.

She was not fully awake yet, her mind was in a mess, and she looked at Xue Wen, who was sitting at the foot of the bed, for help.

Do you know who this is?
Ji Mingzhao didn't know, and Xue Wen didn't even know who Master Feng was. He shook his head at Ji Mingzhao. It caused unnecessary trouble to Ji Mingzhao, so he could only stare at the monks surrounding him very vigilantly, and if they made a slight move, they would directly take Ji Mingzhao away.

"Master Feng Siyuan."

"Feng Siyuan..."

Why does this name sound familiar?

"How can you call the master's name directly?! Hurry up and apologize to the master!" The female cultivator was very dissatisfied and condemned when she heard that Ji Mingzhao directly pronounced Feng Siyuan's name.

Others are not here... Who do you want me to apologize to...

Ji Mingzhao, who was gradually waking up, finally remembered who Feng Siyuan was, and the guy who coveted her in the inn had come to her door.

That grass Ji Mingzhao has been making it for so long, and it was only recently that it was barely covered with a thin layer of paste. How can you give it when you say it, and ask for it if you want it? !
Ji Mingzhao was outraged. Anyone who wanted her grass would not agree.

"Don't go."

This group of monks did not expect Ji Mingzhao to have such an attitude. From their point of view, it was a great honor for Feng Siyuan to invite him. How could anyone not want such a good thing? !

The leading male cultivator thought that Ji Mingzhao hadn't heard clearly: "Girl, I'm talking about Master Feng Siyuan."

"I'm also talking about Master Feng Siyuan, don't go." Ji Mingzhao lay back on the bed and closed his eyes again.

The group of monks look at me, I look at you, the male monk winked at a monk standing at the end, the monk understood, and walked out the door.

"I advise you to be obedient," the male cultivator obviously wasn't patient enough, "Don't toast or eat fine wine."

"Is this how you invite people?"

Ji Mingzhao opened his eyes a little, gave the male cultivator a half-eyed look, and then closed his eyes again, looking like a thug.

This... is really too arrogant!

The male cultivator was so disrespectful to Ji Mingzhao that his brain was congested, he could bear to insult him, how could this man be so disrespectful to his master? !
At this time, Ji Mingzhao's brain was running fast, and some of them used the Yanghuo Talisman, so they should come in stealthily.

　small theater:

　　Feng Siyuan: One hundred high-grade spirit stones.

　　Ji Mingzhao: Not for sale!

　　Feng Siyuan: One thousand high-grade spirit stones.

　　Ji Mingzhao: Not for sale!

　　Feng Siyuan: Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones.

　　Ji Mingzhao: ...not for sale!
　　Turning Grass (waving grass blades): You are hesitating!I see you hesitate!

　　Ji Mingzhao: ...No...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)