"Xiao Wu, I said you don't have to work so hard, it's not an overnight thing to combine the demonic fighting spirit, as the so-called speed is not reached, come slowly." Rochelle said earnestly as he handed over the dishes and chopsticks. He was very pleased with the diligence of the cold dance, but he couldn't be too diligent, that would only be counterproductive.

Han Wu smiled slightly, silent, she could feel Rochelle's concern, which was a rare thing for her who had lost the Sandworm Village.

In these days, Rochel was a little poorer, but he was always able to keep Han Wu full of food and drink, and he was not so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to cultivate. It's just that Han Wu doesn't know that Rochel's source of income is not a simple matter to raise her as a foodie.

"Teacher, the food you cook is delicious, it's really delicious!" Han Wu sandwiched a piece of dish, and after putting it in his mouth, he was immediately conquered by the integrated taste.

"Of course, I'm proud of my craft!" Rochelle grinned and said smugly.

Looking at Rochel's smug appearance, Han Wu was speechless for a while, she knew that to have such a good skill, she must have to put in a lot of effort, she couldn't help but think, this may be Rochel when he can't break through the bottleneck of the sword master, so he has time to toss these, right?

"By the way, the teacher has such a good craft, why don't you open a shop and improve your life?" Han Wu wondered, with such exquisite craftsmanship, if you want to live a good life, there is absolutely no problem. In fact, Rochel lived a life of three tepid meals, and now with her mouth, the situation is even more unoptimistic.

Rochel was slightly stunned, and then said proudly: "Hmph, how can I do this kind of work to serve others as a demon swordsman, the strongest profession on the continent." "For him, as the strongest magic swordsman, he opened a shop to serve others, and he was willing to fall.

Han Wu frowned, it seemed that Rochel's self-esteem was very strong, and she didn't say much, and quickly settled a few side dishes on the table.

Rochelle looked at Han Wu in a daze, it was not the first time he had seen these scenes, but every time he saw it, he felt embarrassed, such a beauty, she was not sloppy at all when she ate, and the amount of food was twice that of ordinary people, and the most hateful thing was that she didn't even eat fat.

Looking at Han Wu's looming small waist and bumpy figure, he couldn't help but envy this old guy. However, in view of the pressure brought to him by Han Wu's gluttony, he had to think about how to better solve the problem of three meals a day.

"Teacher, I'm full, you use it slowly." Han Wu licked his shiny lips casually, it was so tempting that even Rochel of his age could see it, but he quickly came to his senses, and secretly confessed his guilt in his heart.

"You're going back to cultivation again?" Rochelle asked casually as he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"yes!"

Rochel shook his head, Dark Dao Han Wu only knows how to use force to the death, when will she be able to enter the threshold of the Demon Swordsman, could it be that she is not a genius, but a stupid talent? So far, Rochelle thinks that Han Wu can't find the trick of blending demonic fighting energy, and is doing useless work with his death force.

"Xiao Wu, you can't be in a hurry when it comes to cultivation, you have to take it step by step, if you're like this, when will you be able to combine the Demon Dou Qi..."

Rochel chattered, glancing at Han Wu, but he couldn't speak, his eyes widened as he looked at the gray brilliance emanating from Han Wu's hands, feeling the strength of the fighting spirit that was not inferior to that of a junior swordsman, and his heart trembled fiercely.