Chapter 13: A bloody case caused by a pot of steam-pot chicken

Waiting until the steam-pot chicken was ready, Ziyue opened the kitchen door, and then she was stunned.

The Floating Flower Fairy, who had just cleaned herself up, was flushed, disheveled, and her sideburns were disheveled, and it was even more exaggerated than the previous field battle with the Immortal Monarch.

Is she going to PK again? Looking at the intensity of the battle, this has to be **!

"Palace Master, this is ...... What's wrong? Although she asked knowingly, Ziyue couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, it's okay, I just got into a fight. What about rice? I've been waiting for a long time! Ziyue silently brought out the steamed chicken and a few side dishes, she didn't dare to delay, because she was afraid that the hungry Floating Flower Fairy would eat it with her.

When Ziyue brought it out, it was served together with the pot. Once the lid is opened, the hot steam is overwhelming, the aroma is overflowing, and the hazy mist carries the warmth of chicken soup, even if you don't taste it and just smell it, you can feel a warm current from the trachea to the heart and then to the limbs, and the whole body is warm.

The chicken of the steam pot chicken is tender and smooth, the soup is mellow and fragrant, and it is not difficult to prepare, but it is the most patient. Cooking the chicken in a steam pot relies on steam, so you can't open the lid before cooking, otherwise the meat will be burned and the soup will not be able to gather. Before putting the chicken in the pot, clean the water, otherwise the meat will taste cloudy.

Ziyue has cultivation, and the biggest advantage is that she never uses her eyes to cook and stare at the dishes, so she doesn't need to open the lid. She has always been careful, she controls the water of the chicken when cooking, and she makes every detail perfect, so the food she makes is also exceptionally mellow and delicious.

In fact, the level of cooking has reached a certain level, and you can not care about any skills and methods, and what really matters is only the intention.

Ziyue has always worked hard, so the food she cooks is delicious.

Because the food was delicious, the smell wafting out attracted the attention of some lawless guys, who wanted to sneak into the Floating Flower Palace and the Floating Flower Fairy to grab the food.

The Floating Flower Fairy went out to fight a field battle with them in order to protect the food, so there are a few more people under the hospital bed in the outer palace of the Floating Flower Palace, and there are a few more unlucky people who are not taken care of by the gentle medical fairy even in the Floating Flower Palace.

Although it is a field battle, this is the Floating Flower Palace, and it is the home of the Floating Flower Fairy! In addition to having a variety of formations to help, people also have other advantages, for example, they can let these guys who dare to wave their claws at the Floating Flower Fairy in the Floating Flower Palace be injured and can't find the medical fairy, or they can not even find a hospital bed, and if they want to rub the medical formation in the ward of the Floating Flower Palace, they can only be stuffed under the bed.

The only one who was calm and didn't do anything, so now he can still help them clean up the mess, the Marshal of Wuding stuffed the Monkey King under the bed, and one of them stuffed some wound medicine in his hand: "Do you still want to find the floating flower?" ”

"Go! Of course go! "Monkey King's face is very hard, and it is difficult to be beaten into a pig's head, but he can't move now.

"I must know what Fuhua is eating and fighting with us so badly!" Yang Jian is not much better, he is in a mess and can't be moved.

"Hmm...... Coconut...... Medicine! "The worst thing is Xiaoyao Xianjun, his golden shirt is torn, his face is swollen like a pig's head, and he can't even speak clearly.

"Bang dang!" The closed door was pushed open, and several people rushed in with a person and threw them onto the hospital bed, treating their injuries smoothly, and leaving immediately after doing what they could, leaving only a medical fairy to take care of them, quiet, fast, and silent like a group of people operating according to the process.

The people at and under the bed were also accustomed to the scene, and there was nothing unusual about them, except for a glance at the injured person. The injured man was small, red, and familiar with them, and they recognized the man at a glance.

"Yo, Nezha, why are you so badly injured? Who else dares to hurt our third prince Nezha in these thirty-six days? Don't want to live anymore? Yang Jian's voice was loud and mocking, and he did it on purpose.

Sleep, this kid just slipped away after instigating them?! If only he had been beaten badly! If you are a good brother, you must advance and retreat together, be beaten together, and be disliked! Although he was not beaten with them, he also ended up in the same way, but why did the person who beat people be different and the treatment of injuries was different? Why do Nezha have to lie at the bottom of the bed when they lie in bed? He'd have to lie under the bed!

The place where you don't suffer from widowhood and unevenness, and where you don't suffer from injuries but suffer from healing, the ancients don't deceive me!

Nezha rolled his eyes in disgust, he didn't want to talk to this gloating guy. They are all brothers from the same sect who came from the battle of the gods, and no one is more familiar than the two of them, why was he injured so badly?

"Third prince, your injuries are too serious, shall I invite the Floating Flower Fairy to come?" The medicine fairy who was left behind turned a blind eye to the open and secret battles between them, the flames were splashing and passionate, and the soft voice sounded, no matter how soft the timbre was, it was difficult to hide her cold-blooded nature! At first glance, it looks like the cold-blooded madman of the Floating Flower Fairy.

The same double bun head hanging ribbon, the same Liuxian skirt arm yarn, the same floating petals on the skirt, and even the face is six or seven points similar!

If you are not familiar with the Floating Flower Fairy, at first glance, nine out of ten will admit your mistake!

If you look closely, you will find that this is a deliberate version of the floating flower fairy with the same buyer show.

The so-called deliberate version of the buyer's show means that it has the appearance and figure of the seller's show, but deliberately behaves a little worse than the seller's show, so that people really think that this is the buyer's show.

But this deliberate show is not meant to make people think that this is the effect of being physically present, but to show respect.

Because of awe, I didn't even dare to collide with the goddess.

Although she not only bumped the shirt, but also bumped the face, bumped the hairstyle, bumped the headgear, bumped the style.

But it doesn't matter, even if it's a bumping shirt, she doesn't have to worry about offending the goddess in her heart at all.

It's not scary to hit the shirt, whoever is ugly is embarrassed.

This will not embarrass her goddess, so the bun head is a little smaller than the original, the streamer is a little shorter than the original, the color of the Liuxian skirt is a little lighter than the original, the number of petals is a little less than the original, and the face is a little uglier than the original.

To be honest, to be able to pay tribute to this extent, it has to be something that the number one brain-dead fan can do!

This is the number one brain-dead fan of the Floating Flower Fairy, Fairy Mengying.

Fairy Mengying waited for a moment, and when Nezha glanced at her, she turned around and left.

In fact, she didn't expect to get an answer from Nezha, greetings and waiting were just etiquette. She did this not because of contempt, but because Nezha can't even speak now, how can she answer?

I see, otherwise, how could Nezha not reply when Yang Jian released his mouth just now?

"Kukuku." It sounded like a motor vibrating, a cold and merciless mockery.

Nezha's cold face didn't show any other expression, and he didn't even have a white eye, he already knew what kind of virtue this group of bad friends was, and where would he have a little extravagant hope for their humanity?

If the heart is dead, there is nothing more than this.

Of course, the most important thing is that he can't speak now, otherwise he would have been back to their ancestors for eighteen generations!

But for Ziyue, who came to deliver the medicine, she couldn't understand the weird atmosphere between them at all.

Are they so gloating because they are afraid that Nezha's injury is not serious enough?

The only intact indefinite marshal found Zi Yue, who was standing at the door and didn't know whether to go in or not, earlier than the injuries and illnesses under the beds, and also found the slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"What do you call a fairy?" If you want to solve this embarrassment, silence is not a good way, but speaking is. Marshal Wuding is silent and silent, but he is not dumb, how can he let a little girl continue to be embarrassed at such a time? So he opened his mouth first.

"Jingyi." Ziyue's face was a little red, although she knew some etiquette, she was still a little clumsy and restrained about dealing with these send-offs alone. Lowering her head and singing like a mosquito, she was still thinking about some inexplicable things, such as now she was wondering if she should take out the Purple Ribbon Immortal Record from her sleeve and show it to him.

Fortunately, Marshal Wuding didn't give Ziyue this opportunity: "I don't know what Fairy Jingyi is doing when she visits?" ”

Maybe she saw her helplessness, the voice of the commander of the uncertain army was soft, and the man's clean and clear voice was steady and tolerant, which was the best medicine to calm people's hearts for Ziyue, who was a little nervous.

Ziyue's face was still a little red, her voice was thin, and she was holding a small porcelain bottle tightly in her hand: "The palace master is eating, and I heard that the third prince was injured and sent me to deliver medicine." ”

Although Ziyue's voice was not loud, she could still hear it clearly with the cultivation of the people in the house.

"What are you eating? Say it, I'm going to eat it too! "Xiaoyao Xianjun's recovery ability is also extremely strong, and in a short period of time, he got rid of the ranks of stuttering and intellectual retardation.

Ziyue was stunned.

That's not the right point, right?

Then she glanced into the room, and found that both on and off the bed were full of hope, but she was not interested in the medicine in her hand.

What kind of people are these?!