Chapter 68: Mixiang Roasted Rabbit Meat

Picking up the roasted young chicken, Ning Sheng took a bite hard, she really had a great increase in craftsmanship, fresh and smooth, and her mouth was filled with the smell of meat, Ning Sheng herself thought that she had reached the point where she had all the color and flavor, which was already the best gesture she could take.

It's not that Ning Sheng said it herself, but in the past, she could only fry some side dishes on the induction cooker and gas stove, and she didn't even have time to go to this kind of self-help activity in the suburbs, so she came to this strange place to cultivate immortals.

Hey, Ning Sheng sighed and took another bite, no, she had just gone from the brink of life and death to get out of danger, she thought that she could be free for a while, but now, she fell into the hands of an unknown wine sword immortal senior.

This qiē, of course, can't escape the eyes of the wine sword fairy, "Little girl, don't you think your expression is too rich?" The words came out, "I think you are very interesting, as an immortal cultivator of my generation, you don't stick to small things, and you don't dwell on the past." You don't understand this truth, the whole mortal heart is very heavy, who do you wrap yourself in a hedgehog and prick yourself? Tell me about the seniors of the Wine Sword Fairy. ”

There was a big push of words, and they fell into Ning Shengdi's ears, and he looked at the sloppy wine sword immortal senior who was lying down in a daze, and swallowed the meat in his mouth.

"You look at the old man like this, I don't want to eat your set, the wine sword fairy I like is a **** fairy with big breasts." Ning Sheng was stunned for a few more moments, why didn't this wine sword immortal senior play his cards according to common sense.

"May I ask my seniors, immortal cultivators, aren't they the most important**, and won't ask too much about others**?" Ning Sheng was puzzled.

From a crowd of books, Ning Sheng learned, but it was not complete, she went all the way to the present, entered the realm of spiritual power, luck and hard work are indispensable, but there is a lack of an elder to teach her, in the realm of cultivating immortals, she knows very little, and even she once thought that it is not as good as the world and the joy of life.

"Seeing that you are young, how can your mind be so heavy?"

"Please also ask your seniors to teach you."

"Roast another rabbit." Ning Sheng's original respect and admiration dissipated silently in an instant.

"A little girl at your age, aren't they all love-loving and love-loving, when you are ignorant, you think that I was turned on back then" As soon as she said a long sentence, she crackled and spit out from the mouth of the wine sword fairy senior who was drinking.

Ning Sheng was very suspicious, an old drunk like the predecessor of the Wine Sword Immortal, with a sloppy appearance, what kind of woman could like him, not to say that it was an exaggeration, anyway, in Ning Sheng's heart, there were a few big discounts. "You girl, a person with a bright appearance, you think all of you are good people." It is estimated that Ning Sheng's expression is too obvious, and the Wine Sword Fairy looks at her with bulging eyes.

"But, senior. That's what many fairies like to do. Ning Sheng had no awe of the wine sword immortal seniors who suddenly appeared, in front of him, she was just a junior, and she was gradually cheerful after temporarily getting rid of the muddy water and the unsolvable fog. And she's not too pessimistic herself.

"Hmph, there's a way out." If there is a beard, Ning Sheng believes that the predecessors of the Wine Sword Immortal are definitely upturned beards, and it is estimated that he remembered some unhappy past, and he will not be the rival of the predecessors of the Wine Sword Immortal, Ning Sheng did not dare to ask.

Time passed, "Senpai, please." Ning Sheng sat in front of the fire with the freshly baked roast rabbit meat on the ground with both hands, although she didn't listen to the words, Ning Sheng had to admit that she was really afraid of the front and the back, and looked forward and backward.