This time, Xiao Yu finally sat down and began to eat peacefully.

In his mouth, he replied with a smile:

"Well, not everyone on this continent has such good skills as the prince, Xiao Yu will pay more attention in the future. Also, in the remaining days, Xiao Yu will practice martial arts diligently, and the prince will be able to give a little guidance. In return, Xiao Yu will cook food for the prince on time every day! Don't worry, as long as there are enough ingredients, Xiao Yu will make a variety of dishes! ”

"I can only cook, but I can't." Nangong had a gloomy face, and said with low interest:

"I think this king will guide you in martial arts, but you still have to help sprinkle and sweep, do laundry, and make tea!"

"It's easy, it will be done properly, and you are satisfied!" Xiao Yu kept nodding, her eyes were shining, full of smiles.

Somehow, Nangong Ping felt that he was a little troubled.

After drinking his flower carvings in a sullen manner, he went back to his residence with his hands behind his back and continued his retreat.

It was Xiao Yu, as if he had just won a battle, he finished cleaning up with great interest, made a pot of good tea, and sent it to Nangong Ping.

Seeing him drinking tea and lowering his eyebrows and saying nothing, Xiao Yu quickly retreated, looking for his own little baggage, and prepared to challenge the cold ice pool.

This time, in view of the previous experience, Xiao Yu changed into a set of close-fitting black tights, quietly tiptoed around Nangong Ping's line of sight, and came to the edge of the cold ice pool again.

The sky above the ice pool was still full of smoke.

Xiao Yu sat down on the stone steps on the edge of the pool and observed the pool carefully.

The calm pool is so quiet that there is not even a trace of ripples.

The bottom of the clear and deep pool is cold and cold, white flowers, and thick with thousand-year-old ice that has been hewn out of nowhere.

Those fogs that confused their homes in the first place are probably the fogs formed by the direct sublimation of these thousand-year-old ice, right?

is such a strange cold place, and almost took his own life.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but clench his fists and thought silently.

Come to think of it, Nangong Ping and they love to practice here because the biggest effect of these cold ice can stimulate the potential of the human body to the greatest extent, so as to adjust the body to the best state, right?

When I figured it out, I wasn't so scared.

Xiao Yu silently took off his shoes and socks and resolutely walked into the water step by step.

The bone-chilling cold, the skin of the whole body, hit again.

This time, Xiao Yu calmed down and began to condense and fight against each other.

The hot and scorching telekinesis, forced by the extremely cold air, suddenly became smooth and heavy.

is like a naughty child, after being punished again and again, he finally seems to be well-behaved and sensible.

And the original impetuousness, little by little, gradually faded away until it was gone.

Just like this, he was fighting in the cold pool, squatting for about an hour, and suddenly, Xiao Yu heard Nangong Ping sigh in his ear:

"It's good to be able to hold on for so long today, and you can come ashore. I can't see that you are still quite perceptive at a young age. ”

The faint voice can't tell the joy and anger.

Xiao Yu didn't think about it, and jumped out of the cold pool.

Nangong Ping's steady voice, faint, seemed to have been chasing after Xiao Yu:

"From left, in the second room, you can find a hot spring bath. Before bathing, you need to exercise for three weeks, and only when the skin is hot can you enter the water. Otherwise, the cold will inevitably hurt the flesh and skin of the meridians. ”

Was he concerned about his own rhythm?

For Mao's own cold heart, will there be a trace of touch?

Xiao Yu hesitated again and again, and finally when he closed the door, he whispered to the empty air behind him: "Thank you." ”

I don't care if the demon behind me can hear it.