Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 4 Plucking Phoenix is ​​not as good as chicken (3)

Wonton rubbed the skin that was red from the stone, and picked up the basket that had rolled to the side.All the fruits she put on the top of the basket fell off, and only half of the basket of mushrooms remained.

But Wonton doesn't feel sorry for those fruits, because she found the ginseng herb she dreamed of.I can ask grandma to make ginseng chicken soup when I go back tonight!
As a child who has been careless and nervous since he was a child, the best thing about Wonton's character is that he can forget all the bad things immediately when he has delicious food.

Wonton put the basket on the edge of the pond, while he half-kneeled and began to pull the ginseng grass.

The ginseng grass must be pulled out with the root and the soil on the root. If the ginseng grass is cut with a knife, the ginseng grass will die soon. At that time, it will not taste good to use the ginseng grass to make soup.

Wonton carefully dug up the soil on the ground.She took a large piece of soil around the ginseng grass, picked up the roots of the ginseng grass from the wet soil, and carefully put them into the bamboo basket she brought.

At this time, Wonton was so focused that she didn't realize that the pool beside her was actually steaming.

But soon, after Wonton dug up a small piece of ginseng grass, he heard the sound of "Gudu, Gudu" coming from the pond.Wonton frowned and turned her head, and saw that the water surface of the pond was bubbling like grandma's boiling water.

More and more dense fog appeared on the surface of the water, and Wonton soon lost sight of the scene in the pond.

Wonton was a little scared. She checked that the ginseng grass in the basket was almost ready, so she picked up the basket and trotted away from the pond.

However, Wonton hadn't run far when he heard a painful roar from the pool, like the cry of a wild animal.

Wonton was so frightened that his feet went limp, and the bamboo basket in his hand flew out, and the only small fruit left in it flew into the thick fog of the pond.

Then when Wonton's three souls lost their seven souls, she suddenly heard a very...strange chicken crowing from the pool?
"A chicken..." Wonton opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at a chicken that was drenched and burnt black, appearing in the thick fog.

The chicken hopped and walked towards the wonton, with a pair of big eyes showing deep contempt.

Wonton felt that she must be dreaming, what did she see!
A chicken is taking a bath!
A chicken that was so stupid that it didn't want to have a fruit flying out of her basket on its head walked up to her proudly.

It's okay to be arrogant, the problem is that it's a chicken...

So when the chicken was about to open its mouth, Wonton jumped up and pressed the chicken under its belly.

"Hey, there are ginseng grass and hens, and the ginseng grass chicken soup tonight has nothing to do with it!" Wonton cheerfully tied the chicken that was crushed to death with a straw rope, and then held the chicken in one hand, Carrying the basket in one hand, he happily walked down the mountain.

And behind the dense forest, the wild boars who were about to attack Wonton looked at the "chicken" fainted by the Wonton one, two, three, their huge body couldn't help trembling twice, thinking in unison, this little girl It's also powerful, such a strong chicken can be suppressed!

Yes, the inexplicably appearing chicken is very strong, and it has an aura that all creatures can't help but want to surrender.

The animals in Nanshan thought so, but as rural animals who had never seen the world, they didn't know that there was an ancient mythical beast that looked very similar to a chicken in this world, and people called it—Phoenix.

　A lovely reader left a message yesterday, Wonton decided to add an update today, okay?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)