100 Types of Sweet Pampered Wife

Chapter 908 Woman, are you crazy?
boom! !

There was a burst of explosion, like a heavy object falling from a height of thousands of miles, rippling a burst of dust.

After all the dust had settled, Ling Yuan hugged Jun Zhitong in a deep pit, unscathed.

"Woman, are you crazy?"

"Hahaha, it's exciting, it's too exciting." Facing Ling Yuan's scolding, Jun Zhitong laughed, her eyes were not fearful, but more excited.

Ling Yuan was stunned!

This woman is really a pervert.

Even if it's a man, after what happened just now, he might be scared to pee, right?
"Man with paralyzed face, do you want to do it again?" Jun Zhitong still had something to say.

"Enough!" Ling Yuan let go of Jun Zhitong, turned his back, and tried his best to calm the turmoil in his heart. "Aren't you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Jun Zhitong chuckled, looking at the tall and straight figure with burning eyes. "Because, I know you will save me."

Ling Yuan's face froze slightly, speechless by Jun Zhitong's words.

"Although you are very angry, you have not shown any killing intent towards me. Besides, I am the one who can heal your internal injuries, so why are you willing to let me die?"

These words spoke of Ling Yuan's heart.

It's just that he hates this feeling, being inexplicably tied down by such a crazy woman.

"I can't wait now." Ling Yuan turned around again, staring at Jun Zhitong coldly, "You cook me delicious food now."

He decided that he must heal his internal injuries as soon as possible, and then draw a clear line with this woman.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Jun Zhitong sighed, and said helplessly: "It's really my fault today, I asked you, a big man, to serve the food. But, I was too busy at the time, so I didn't think much about it."

"That's the end of this matter." Ling Yuan squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Now you just need to make the delicious food."

Jun Zhitong shrugged her shoulders, raised her hand, and summoned the Thousand Changes.

Seeing Qian Bian Hua Hua being summoned by Jun Zhitong, Ling Yuan couldn't help asking curiously: "How do you use this spiritual weapon without spiritual power?"

"Spirit Tool, do you mean Thousand Changes?" Jun Zhitong glanced at Thousand Changes in front of him. When there was no change form, it was just a chaotic sphere, constantly shining with colorful lights. "I don't know either. Anyway, he and the Qiankun Kitchen Knife have somehow become mine."

Ling Yuan frowned tightly, could this be an ancient inheritance?
However, in his knowledge, there seems to be no ancient inheritance related to food.

"Today, I will make you a plate of fried rice with eggs." Jun Zhitong thought for a while, and it happened that among the ingredients Ling Yuan gave before, there was a ferocious beast egg, which has the effect of stopping bleeding and promoting muscle growth, so it can be made into a plate with enough weight Egg Fried Rice.

"Egg fried rice?" Ling Yuan frowned. Isn't this the most common food?
Seeing the disgust on Ling Yuan's face, Jun Zhitong rolled her eyes and said angrily, "Don't underestimate fried rice with eggs. Out of a hundred chefs, ten of them can make decent ones, which is already quite remarkable."

"Hmph, just do what you want." Ling Yuan didn't say much, and walked to the side, his clothes turned around, a gust of wind rippling from his body, after blowing the ground under his feet clean, he sat down on the ground.

With a thought in Jun Zhitong's mind, thousands of changes flickered, and instantly turned into a whole set of kitchen tools, turning this dense forest into a natural kitchen.

"Break the eggs!"

With a low shout, Jun Zhitong fetched the beast's eggs, knocked them lightly, and cracked the eggs into a plate.

After entering the state, she has abandoned the interference of the outside world and focused on the delicious food in her hands.

(End of this chapter)