"It's best for Cen Yu not to move these days, if Miss Wen wants to stay, then let's stay in Danyao Peak together. Luo Anan said lightly.

"Thank you, Lord Mo, my Wen family is grateful for the great kindness. Wen Yirou did not say herself very sincerely, but replaced it with "Wen family".

"Wen family" and "Wen Yirou", the difference between the two words is far away.

Everything is done, and a certain one explodes fireworks in his heart. Lalala, this baby is a master~

Hmph, see who will dare to dislike the baby for not being smart in the future!╭(╯^╰)╮

One nodded indifferently, then turned to leave. The little fox in her heart was beating gongs and drums and setting off fireworks, and then spinning, jumping, and spinning in circles.

Ahem, you have to go back and tell the shovel officer quickly, let him worship himself. Well, it always feels like I've forgotten something, forget it, forget it.

After Luo An'an went back, Jinhao Immortal Venerable also took a closer look at the formation. He couldn't help but think: Although the little apprentice's kung fu to break the formation is a must, but the kung fu of setting up the formation is still a little worse. There is a general order, but some small details are still not paid attention to!

You still have to study hard. After Jinhao Immortal Venerable finished thinking about it, he took out dozens of formation books and prepared them for his apprentice. Well, it seems to be a bit little, forget it, let's learn so much first.

Luo An'an: ╥_╥Dozens of books are not a lot at all, okay!

Luo An'an was first reprimanded by Master Shizun for the formation problem, and then returned to the room with a stack of dozens of formation books similar to his own. A certain little fox in my heart couldn't spin and jump for a long time, and kept crying.

These are books, not jade slips! I have to see when I can finish reading them! An Baobao thought very resentfully: There is obviously such a thing as jade slips, why does the master always like to use books instead!

Jin Hao Xianzun: If you have worked hard to memorize, you will remember it clearly, and you will not make mistakes when you use it.

Mo Jiuxiao made up for a while, and his spirit recovered, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the depressed "self" and the stack of books next to him.

So the shovel officer gloated very unrighteously, "Luo Luo, do you want me to stew some Tianma chicken soup to replenish your brain?"

Luo Anan rolled his eyes: "Go away, go away, the baby doesn't need a person who has fallen into the well to cook!"

"Then Luo Luo should be good at reading. Mo Jiuxiao walked directly to the newly built kitchen next to their house and fried himself some steamed bread slices and eggs to eat. A fried aroma wafted into An Baobao's nose, and one sniffed it, and immediately ran to the kitchen: "Make me a portion, I want to eat it too." ”

Mo Jiuxiao glanced at his fox in surprise: "You haven't eaten yet?"

"I did, but I wasn't full. An Baobao touched his stomach and said without a heart.

Mo Jiuxiao knew it was fake as soon as he heard it, but given the increasingly unfathomable appetite of his little things, it must be nothing to eat more. So Mo Jiuxiao took two more eggs with his backhand, and with a sizzling sound of oil, the two An Baobao's favorite sugar poached eggs were ready.

Taking advantage of Mo Jiuxiao's busy work, Luo Anan immediately asked Hu Yu to grind a large pot of soy milk in the space and cook it and send it out. The small kitchen is filled with a faint smell of beans and the smell of fried steamed bread slices and fried eggs.

Luo An'an was greedy and first put a piece of steamed bread in his mouth, to be honest, although this thing is simple, it is really delicious. The outer layer of the skin is fried to the right amount of burnt and crispy, while the inside is soft and hot, with the wheat aroma of the steamed bun itself.

After eating a fried steamed bun in two bites, a small cup of soy milk was drunk, and his eyes narrowed with satisfaction.

Since the little ancestor also wants to eat, Mo Jiuxiao can't deal with a breakfast like this. He took out a few small plates of pickled pickles from the storage ring, poured a few drops of fragrant sesame oil on them, and then mixed them and brought them to the table with the rest of the things.

"Lolo, it's time to eat. Mo Jiuxiao pulled a chair and sat down, and then poured a cup of soy milk for himself and the fox.

"Jiuqing, I saw Wen Yirou and Wen Fu all today. Luo An'an sat down and said as he ate.