National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 155

However, Lord Cat is not afraid of heaven and earth, and has no sense of crisis at all. It should be said that he was born to fight against heaven, but there is no such thing as today. Sooner or later, he will have to fight against the law of heaven. Whose fist is bigger.

No matter how important the Dao of Heaven is, if it is killed, the rules will naturally give birth to a new Dao of Heaven.

The new Heavenly Dao does not necessarily mean that it is not pleasing to the eye, just like the current Heavenly Dao, it is calculated to kill it every day.

Therefore, the most important thing is strength. Instead of worrying about it, it is more practical to make more spiritual food for it.

However, the daughter-in-law's concern still makes Master Mao very proud. The daughter-in-law thinks more, because she cares about his performance, so he is very happy in his heart.

As for the fate of the little zongzi, it couldn't be simpler.

"If you don't want a puppet, and you are worried about letting him go, for fear of being retaliated against, then I'd better eat it, and all troubles will be gone after eating it."

Wen Qiao poured all her troubles to Master Cat, but in the end, this guy said something like this to her, which made her so angry that she couldn't bear to slap him on the forehead twice to feel at ease.

However, she was relieved for a long time in her heart. Sure enough, she is just a small peasant. She has entered the practice world for too short a time, and she has not got rid of the original fixed thinking, and her consciousness is not in place. Otherwise, she wouldn't be thinking wildly, worrying all kinds of things, scaring herself. In the end, her cultivation base has improved too fast, but her state of mind has not kept up. It is probably because of this that she has been unable to touch the door of the concentration period.

Now that she was relaxed, there was a faint sign of a breakthrough, Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows, she was overjoyed, but she didn't show the slightest sign on her face.

As for the little zongzi under her feet, Wen Qiao still felt that it was better to be kind to others than to make enemies for herself.

Master Mao also said that sooner or later, he will put Tiandaogan on the ground, that is to say, with his current strength, he still can't do it, otherwise, he won't talk about the future.

Therefore, it is better to keep a helper than many enemies.

Just now she was angry, but her attention never left the little rice dumpling under her feet. This guy doesn't look like he doesn't care about anything, but when Master Cat said it's better to eat, his emotions were not completely lost Fluctuating.

Fluctuations are fine, it means he doesn't want to die yet, and if he doesn't want to die, then he can negotiate terms.

After recalling it carefully, Wen Qiao suddenly found a problem, poked Master Cat on the forehead and said, "There are not many zombies who have cultivated to his level, right? I don't seem to have heard you talk about this before."

"What do you mean not much? There is no record at all. Those like Xiao Zongzi are the only ones in the comprehension world. As for those with stiff hairs and stiff movements, they are not worth mentioning at all. A Taoist priest can deal with it, and he doesn't even have independent thinking, so he can't be called a practitioner at all.

Therefore, there are ghost cultivators in the practice world, but no zombies. I don't think even Long Wei would have imagined that there are guys with extraordinary strength like Xiao Zongzi in the world. "

Wen Qiao nodded, pointed to the little zongzi under her feet and said:

"Then you make him a puppet, isn't it just like those hairy stiffs you despise? What else can you do besides being more powerful?"

Master Cat: "..."

Although what the daughter-in-law said was right, I always felt that it was weird.

Wen Qiao saw Master Cat's expression loosened, and continued to say:

"Look, our small building is about to open, but there are no waiters yet. Do you have any contracts that apply to zombies, which can restrain him and allow him a certain degree of freedom. Reasonable use is the kingly way , how much cultivation can you increase by eating it, is it more effective than my spiritual food? Most importantly, are you able to take such a nasty guy? Are you afraid of eating a mouthful of corpse gas?"

Master Cat curled his lips, and wanted to say, a zombie who has cultivated to the point of Xiao Zongzi will not reveal his corpse a long time ago, okay? But Wen Qiao obviously wanted to keep this guy's appearance, if he refused again and again, it would be obvious It's too ignorant, and just like what Wen Qiao said, this little rice dumpling is probably the first one in the world of practice. It's fine for him to show off at Long Wei's place. If he really eats it, Long Wei You can chase him to the ends of the earth!

But let this guy go like this, no matter how I think about it, I feel unwilling, and finally throw the tree spirit outside the small building, and here comes another little Zhengtai with a perverted mind...I always feel that he will feel all kinds of stuffy in the future.

Desperately in need of comfort, it directly turned into a human body, stretched out its arms and embraced Wen Qiao, and said unwillingly after a long time: "If you want to accept someone as a waiter, you have to be willing, will he sign the contract? "

Wen Qiao blushed, and couldn't break free from Xie Zhen's arms after several blows, and was about to make persistent efforts. After hearing Master Mao's words, her whole body was cheered up, and her fleshy hands moved towards Xie Zhen's arms. A greeting on the shoulder: "This is simple."

Then, he signaled Xie Zhen to let her go.

Xie Zhen reluctantly let go, and saw Wen Qiao take out a food box out of thin air in the next second, and a table was full in no time.

Wen Qiao smiled and said: "You can't threaten, then you can only lure. There is no problem that cannot be solved with one spiritual meal. If one meal is not enough, then two meals!"

Xie Zhen twitched the corners of her mouth, thinking that the zombie must have this need, it is already a corpse, and it can still think about whether it can be eaten.

However, in the next second, the slap in the face happened, and after smelling the strange fragrance in the air, the little figurine that Wen Qiao had been stepping on had been calm, as if he couldn't express anything on his face. Finally, he showed a look similar to longing.

Xie Zhen: "..." Fortunately, he didn't say what was in his heart, otherwise he would have to slap his face now.

(End of this chapter)