The waste wood princess is the god of war

Chapter 817
"Let's go pick wild vegetables."

She took a few quail eggs and prepared to eat them when she was hungry.

Jia Lan looked at her from behind, suddenly she didn't know what to feel.She was really different from before, Hua Qi never carried such things with her.

She and Jialan came to the mountain outside, digging wild vegetables along the way.

Jia Lan wondered why she would do such a thing.

Mu Anqi actually did this kind of thing a long time ago. After all, when human flesh is eaten, wild vegetables will not be let go.

After picking it for a while, she was a little tired, sweating and hurting the wound.

She stopped, wiped her sweat, and looked at the wild vegetables in her hands.

"Enough?"

Jia Lan looked at the wild vegetables and nodded, "Enough."

Mu Anqi and Jia Lan went back together, Mi Bao was grazing happily with a piece of grass in Mu Anqi's back basket.

Jia Lan felt a strange feeling in his heart at this time, and suddenly felt that this person was not Hua Qi.

Yes, remember that thousands of years ago, he also said the same thing to Hua Qi.

Hua Qi readily agreed, and when going up the mountain, he used mystical techniques to destroy half of the mountain, and let Jialan pick up wild vegetables.

He wondered if Hua Qi lost his power back then, would it be the same.

No, it won't.

If Hua Qi said, he would definitely hold on to it.

After all, she doesn't know how to do this kind of thing, nor does she like to do it.

If it's something she doesn't like to do, no matter how much others force her, it's useless.

Mu Anqi's temperament is obviously more easy-going. It seems that no matter what the environment is, he can live like a Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

She got up and wiped her face, which was suffering from pain and itching.

Garan walked over and put his hands on her shoulders.

Mu Anqi was shocked to see him leaning over and kissing her wound, like an animal, he likes to massage where he was injured, and this trick was very effective.

The face is much better because of this soft touch.

Galan then removed his tongue from her face.

"It's forming a scar, so it will be a little itchy, so don't touch it with your hands."

Mu Anqi hummed, and returned to the house with wild vegetables.

She doesn't know how to cook, and wild vegetables were eaten raw in the past.

So she washed the dishes and Jialan did it herself.

Jia Lan is very good at cooking, and a bowl of wild vegetables is surprisingly delicious when fried.

Mu Anqi also found a problem, Jia Lan seems to be a vegetarian and doesn't eat meat.It seems that the basic work and rest time and basic habits of monks are still preserved.

He still considers himself a monk.

Although he has long hair, even monstrous and bloody.

Seeing that the dishes were ready, Mengkong also came to eat.

"Master, your cooking skills are really getting better and better." Meng Kong ate the dishes with a smile, very happy.

Mu Anqi also ate some.

When I was full, I practiced using a dagger in the afternoon.The speed of the wrist can't keep up.

Maybe it was because of the sudden loss of strength, and I was a little uncomfortable.At this level, even passers-by can kill her.

She has to train physically.

She ran around the mountain for several hours, and she was so tired that she ate something casually and went to sleep.

For many days, Mu Anqi's body was gradually recovering.

The relationship between her and Jia Lan is also the same as before, there is no progress, they are guarded against each other, and they don't trust each other.This feeling didn't make Mu Anqi uncomfortable, on the contrary, he was almost used to it by now.

The wound on the face is already scabbing, but as Jia Lan said, it will leave a very serious scar, after all, he lost a piece of flesh.

(End of this chapter)