Chapter Eighty-Six: The Sour Fragrance is Moving

Feng Jiao set up a simple stove, set up the meteor meteor iron stew pot, and began to get busy.

Soon, the sour and touching aroma filled the entire enchantment.

Breathing in the rich aroma, the black cat began to look at the big saucepan and swallow.

The little guy looked at the big stew pot with an impatient look, which made Feng Jiao feel that Meow Daxian seemed to be more cute than usual, and he really wanted to do it!

With sauerkraut vermicelli stewed in the pot, Feng Jiao walked to the black cat's side and sat down with her knees hugged.

"Thank you for teaching me the exercises, and thank you for helping me set up that formation when I advanced." She said.

"Hmph, if you really thank Ben Daxian, then you might as well cancel the night touch."

As the emperor who rules the entire spiritual realm, how can he sacrifice his temperance every day and be touched by a little girl in various ways.

Feng Jiao tilted her head: "You really don't like it that much?" ”

Her voice sounded a little muffled, but you could tell that the little cook probably loved those furry creatures from the bottom of her heart.

"Hmph, don't forget, I'm a great immortal." The black cat snorted coldly.

How can Daxian be touched casually, don't you want to be imaged?!

No immortal can touch it casually, let alone an emperor.

Feng Jiao was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and quickly changed the topic: "I didn't expect the Nine Shadows Flame Fist to be so powerful." I didn't even feel how much effort I had exerted before the man was knocked away by me. ”

"Heh, what does it mean to fly. The burns on the inside of his arm can't be recovered without ten days and half a month, even if you look at Langzhong, you can't solve the problem with pills. ”

The two wounds on Lu Jue's body looked no different from usual, and the place where they were burned by the scorching heat of the Nine Shadows Flame Fist was under the skin of the texture. Unless you meet a master who knows this kind of boxing, others will not be able to see the true power of this kind of boxing.

"Really? The power of this Nine Shadows Flame Fist really surprised me greatly. ”

She began to feel that she couldn't stand the good little brother who deliberately used it as a human flesh punching bag for her.

"Oh, don't feel any psychological burden. This is a world where the strong are respected. Besides, that person looks like he has a bad heart, and he wants to step on you and highlight his own ability in front of those sect monks. ”

In fact, it is understandable to want to step on someone else's position. But the premise is to have that ability.

Otherwise, if you kick the iron plate, you can only steal the chicken and laugh at Mi Diyi.

Feng Jiao smiled: "I understand all the truths you said. I'm just sighing at how powerful the exercises are. The stew is almost ready, let's get ready to eat! ”

Being able to eat a meal of sauerkraut stewed vermicelli after a long time made Feng Jiao's heart full of anticipation.

Feng Jiao said as she walked over with a smile and opened the lid of the large saucepan in front of her.

The sour and salty fragrance wafted out all of a sudden.

I saw that in the big stew pot, the pickled cabbage, the leaves have changed from the original white jade-like color, to golden yellow, it looks crystal clear, so not attractive.

Feng Jiao's own hand-ordered tofu, and the boiled soft and hard, strong vermicelli, gently trembling with the heat coming out of the pot, as well as the boiled through, fat but not greasy pork belly......