Han Feiyu scratched his head, subconsciously feeling that the name Mao was familiar, but after thinking about it, he found nothing, and finally had to choose to give up.

What you can't remember is generally not that important.

He looked at Mao and asked, "How far away can you fetch things?"

Mao thought for a moment and said, "As long as what you want is in purgatory, then it's fine." ”

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned, and said uncertainly: "Salt?"

Mao frowned, stretched out his finger and pointed at the stone pot.

White crystals suddenly fell into the air and melted in an instant.

Han Feiyu was surprised: "MSG?"

U stretched out his hand again, but this time it took a while for MSG to appear.

Han Feiyu said happily: "Chili?"

Mao frowned.

The interval is longer.

Han Feiyu still wanted to speak.

Mao interrupted him and said seriously, "Do you need me to move you a kitchen?"

Han Feiyu scratched his head, "Tiger meat is difficult to stew, the more condiments, the better, cook for a few hours, the taste is guaranteed to make you unforgettable for a lifetime." ”

I thought that you are a hairy boy who is not more than twenty years old at best, and you dare to put the word "life" on your lips, but you are also fearless for the ignorant.

She glanced at Han Feiyu and said, "Can you be sure that the things you made are delicious?"

Han Feiyu said: "If you can transport me a bag of hot pot base, I dare to be sure." ”

Mao shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what a hot pot base was.

Han Feiyu was slightly surprised: "You haven't eaten hot pot?"

Mao said calmly, "Do I need to eat it?"

Han Feiyu sighed, "Sister, then your life is really regrettable!"

Mao's expression still didn't change, "Sister?"

Han Feiyu sneered, "Sister...... Sister. ”

Mao's expression was not good-looking, but after all, he did not say anything against it.

The water in the pot began to boil, and the bubbles that floated from the bottom of the pot to the surface of the pot became larger and larger, and the air was filled with a meaty fragrance.

When he stretched out his hand, he tore off a piece of meat from the tiger's leg.

Han Feiyu hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don't worry, now only the most superficial layer of meat is cooked, wait a little longer, let the flavor of the condiment go a little deeper before it tastes good." ”

Mao glanced at Han Feiyu's hand.

To be precise, it was a glance at Han Feiyu's bracelet.

The workmanship is very rough, and at first glance it is a defective product made by people who have not undergone professional training, and there is no collection value.

But she always felt that this bracelet was very familiar.

It's not the shape, it's something like breath.

Mao hesitated to speak, "Your bracelet ......"

Han Feiyu said: "Oh, my girlfriend made it for me, is it good-looking?"

Mao frowned and said, "Girlfriend?"

Han Feiyu said proudly: "Yes, the best-looking girl in the world!"

Mao said, "How does it compare to me?"

Han Feiyu thought to himself that I just said that she is the best-looking girl in the world, and you asked me this question when you changed hands?

Doesn't that slap me in the face?

He took a closer look at Mao and found that there was really no advantage in the prospect of the moon.

Whether in terms of figure or appearance, Jingyue is at an all-round disadvantage.

Mao is more like an enhanced version of Jingyue.

He hung his head and said dejectedly, "You have to look better." ”

Mao seemed to chuckle lightly.

Han Feiyu looked a little stunned.

After reacting, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "But no matter how you say it, you are also a person with a spirit seed, so it is not strange that you can grow like this." If you want to talk about Jingyue, it's all natural!"

This sentence is implying that the beauty of Mao has been blessed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and it is not pure and natural.

God will be so many people, every single one

can be called handsome men and beautiful women, and the spirit seed is indeed indispensable.

Mao raised his eyebrows and said seriously, "Do you want to die?"

Han Feiyu was stunned and decisively chose to admit it.

When he talked about Jing Yue, he got a little carried away, and he forgot that the girl in front of him was the kind of madman who would kill people if he didn't agree with him!

Fortunately, there is not too much entanglement.

She stared at the tiger leg in the stone pot, "How long will it take to eat this thing?"

Han Feiyu thought for a moment, "Two hours?"

Mao cast a puzzled look at him.

Han Feiyu hurriedly changed his words, "One hour." ”

Mao said, "I can't wait so long, can't I increase the heat?"

Han Feiyu said helplessly: "The bigger the fire, the better, use the right heat at the right time, this can make real food." ”

For safety reasons, he didn't tell Mao Shui that the maximum temperature should not exceed 100 degrees, in fact, it has nothing to do with the size of the flame.

Judging from the condiments you added, this pot of stuff really can't be a delicacy.

How can a dish with only chili peppers, salt and monosodium glutamate be delicious?

"But I really can't wait that long," she said. ”

Han Feiyu asked cautiously, "Do you have something?"

Mao nodded, "There's an old immortal chasing me, and it took me a lot of effort to escape, but it was revealed not long ago." ”

Just now she attacked Han Feiyu, and then used her spiritual power to retrieve things across the space, it was impossible not to be discovered.

In a quarter of an hour at most, an innocuous knife will appear in this place.

Han Feiyu said, "Is it because you used spiritual power?"

Mao nodded, "Although even if I don't do anything and just sleep, I will be found by him, but my use of spiritual power undoubtedly gives him the direction to find me." ”

Han Feiyu frowned and said, "He's strong?"

Mao glanced at him and mocked: "With your strength, he only needs to move a thought, and you will die." ”

Han Feiyu opened his mouth, thinking to himself, aren't there many people with this strength?

Don't dare to say anything else, at least you definitely have the strength.

Mao said, "Not intuitive enough?"

Han Feiyu said: "The ant will not only be trampled to death by an elephant, but what if it is a chicken?"

Mao approvingly: "You can still realize that you are an ant, it seems that you are quite self-aware." ”

Han Feiyu thought to himself, I'm just humbly belittling myself, can you stop saying it so sarcastically?

Mao thought for a moment and said, "Let's explain it in your words, comparing you to an ant...... Countless ants may bite the elephant to death, but it will not hurt him. ”

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned, "It's not so exaggerated, right?"

Mao said seriously: "Do you know what it's like to be hit by a meteorite?"

Han Feiyu said: "If I knew it, I probably wouldn't be able to listen to you here." ”

He forcibly changed the three words bragging to talking.

Mao chuckled: "His thoughts are as unbearable to you as a meteorite. ”

Han Feiyu was slightly startled, "Who is that?"

Mao said: "Sword Saint, no injury. ”

Han Feiyu was shocked, and then thought of where Mao's name came from.

The tiger is in wait and out.

The devil who is the enemy of the world?

This quirky girl?

The same person?

Han Feiyu took two steps back without a trace.

Mao raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you don't know me. ”

Han Feiyu said in a trembling voice, "What are you doing here?"

Mao spread his hands, "This is the house I used to live in, and you ask me why I'm here, and how can I answer you?"

Han Feiyu felt his tongue knotted, so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

Mao smiled mockingly, "The world is crying when the disaster is here, why do I think this prophecy is exaggerated?"

Han Feiyu

Nod yes.

Mao looked calm and said: "I am the only one who can make this world cry." ”

Han Feiyu nodded.

He hurriedly shook his head, "Those are all the words of the priests, and I never thought of making heaven and earth cry." ”

Mao's expression was still calm, "I don't care about that. ”

Han Feiyu hurriedly said, "Then what do you care?"

Mao said, "I will care about your death." ”

Han Feiyu was stunned, not understanding why she suddenly turned her face.

Mao added, "So, how did you decide to die?"

How to die?

Burned, hacked to death, suffocated, hanged, euthanized?

Countless ways to die flashed from Han Feiyu's mind, and then he shook his head like a rattle, "I don't want to die." ”

Mao said softly, "I have already felt the spiritual power of the Sword Saint. ”

Han Feiyu was slightly stunned and said happily: "Then you are leaving?"

Mao said: "Give you three more seconds, say how to die, I will send you to die, and then I will leave." ”

Han Feiyu had a bitter face, "I want to die of old age." ”

It didn't seem that he expected to get this answer, and he was stunned.

When she was stunned, purple flames appeared out of thin air, covering her body in an instant.

Han Feiyu's body retreated in an instant.

"Drifting Earth!"

"Kuijin!"

"Nine Days of Thunder!"

Although Mao did not show murderous aura, Han Feiyu understood Mao's eyes.

That's the way a dead man looks.

If you want to survive, you can only attack when you are unprepared.

All the signs of weakness are to prepare for this moment.

Suddenly, a hand was on his back, holding him back from retreating.

Mao's soft voice sounded behind him, "Now, you don't have to decide how you die, because I've already decided. ”

Han Feiyu's hairs stood on end.

In front of him, he suddenly appeared in another place.

He hurriedly turned around and breathed a sigh of relief as he confirmed that Mao was not behind him.

After a slight look, Han Feiyu was a little stunned to find that this place was actually not far from the cave he had found.

He swallowed, ready to anoint the soles of his feet.

The spiritual power behind him suddenly surged, drowning him like a tsunami.

Explosions rang out, sand and rocks splashed, and I don't know which mountain peak exploded.

Han Feiyu's footsteps could no longer be stepped out.

He turned his head, and a pillar of fire rose into the sky in the distance.

"Shall I take a look?"

Zhu Rong's voice sounded, with some teasing.

Han Feiyu frowned.

With his strength, the delusional desire to approach that battlefield is purely seeking death.

But just left, he was a little unwilling.

The duel behind him is undoubtedly one of the strongest duels of this era, not to mention comprehending anything, just watching it can be very beneficial.

Zhu Rong chuckled and said, "This is the top battle in the world, don't you think it's a pity to leave now?"

Han Feiyu said: "Life is the most important, and losing your life is the most regrettable thing." ”

Zhu Rong smiled, "Although I am not the opponent of those two people now, I can still protect you in the aftermath of the battle." ”

Han Feiyu frowned.

Zhu Rong added another fire, "The strength of those two people is not weaker than the Blood Lord, don't you want to avenge your father? ”

Han Feiyu's eyes were like torches, and he seemed to have made a lot of determination.

Then he turned and walked towards the battlefield.

"Let's go check it out...... You have to be careful not to let me die. ”

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