The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Why did her hands turn so white after she fell asleep? !Hands like this, what about her face?Is it also - white?

Luo Qingyu felt like a kitten was scratching her heart, she wished she could run back to the house immediately and look in a mirror!

"What's the matter?" Da Guoshi's eyes fell on her delicate hands.

"No...it's nothing." Luo Qingyu took a dark breath.

It's never too late to look in the mirror. [

Anyway, no matter what she becomes now, she will not change in a short time...

She went to lift the teapot calmly, and as soon as she touched the handle, she retracted like an electric shock!

Nimei! It's so hot!The handle of this small pot is actually copper!

Now it is boiling on the stove, how can I touch it?

"What?" The Grand Master glanced at her.

"It's too hot! Master, this pot should be replaced with a wooden handle." You can't scald a layer of skin just because you make a pot of tea, right?

hot?The great master raised his eyebrows slightly, and lifted the small pot easily with his backhand: "Where is it hot?"

Luo Qingyu: "..."

It turns out that the Great Master also knows how to pick chestnuts from the fire.

She subconsciously looked at the hand of the Great Master, it was still as white as jade, slender and beautiful as if carved out of white jade.

Holding the red-hot pot handle in his hand, there was neither smoke nor the smell of roasting human flesh...

He filled the small red clay pot on the table in a carefree manner, and put the copper pot in his hand on the stove, and said indifferently: "The first step in practicing Kung Fu is to start by making tea and pouring water."

Luo Qingyu: "..."

She can make tea and pour water, but she can hold a red-hot copper soldering iron...

The master of the great country made a casual move, and there was another teacup on the stone table.

With a slight glance in his eyes, the small red clay pot jumped up out of thin air, and automatically poured tea into the new teacup. Just when the water was full, the small red clay pot gently landed on the table again.

Luo Qingyu took a deep breath, she knew that this was a kind of kung fu, a kung fu that she absolutely couldn't master now.

This——should be mind power, right? !

Let everything follow his command with the power of thought...[

In modern times, she has also heard of people with this kind of kung fu, but in modern times it is not called mind power, but super power.

Objects can be bent and moved with the power of thought...

However, using this kind of super power is very exhausting, and those masters have to cultivate for several days every time they use it...

"Sit and drink." The Great Master opened his golden mouth again.

Well, it's rare for Master to pour tea for her himself, so she naturally gave him this face.

Sat politely across from Da Guoshi: "Thank you, Master."

She was a little thirsty, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip, the fragrance of the tea immediately filled her nose, leaving a fragrance on her lips and teeth.

It really is good tea!

Luo Qingyu drank it all in one gulp: "Master, what kind of tea is this?"

The taste is like Tieguanyin, and it has a soft aftertaste than Tieguanyin.

After drinking it, a faint aroma of wine lingers on the tip of the tongue.

"Fengwu." The Great Master replied two more words.

Feng Wu, the name is very elegant, but this is the first time she has heard of it.

However, in order not to let the master of the country laugh at her as a bumpkin, she didn't bother to ask, and said with a smile: "Master, let the disciple fill a cup for you too." Bleak 