The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny!

For example, now, Wang Shu wants to boil a pot of perfect snake soup!

But where did he, who was born noble and grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, ever made soup or something?

In front of me, the iron pot was filled with soup, and the ground was scorching with flames, and the scorching temperature continued to spread to the surroundings. ▲≥ eight ▲ ≥ eight ▲ ≥ read ▲ ≥ book, √≧ o

In the pot, the soup was boiling and bubbling, and the snake meat was boiled like a puddle of mud, miserable, and the air was filled with an unpleasant pungent gas.

"Gross!"

Wang Shu couldn't stand it himself, so he hurriedly pinched his nose and ran to the side to take a big breath of air.

"Brother Shu, what's wrong with you?"

Nightmare has big bright eyes, a look of innocence and curiosity.

"Don't you smell anything strange?" Wang Shu pointed to the colorful snake soup, and his stomach was tumbling again.

When the dream heard this, her pretty little nose twitched, and then she said:

"It's a little weird, but it's okay!"

"......" Wang Shu.

"Then I'll eat it!" Nightmare looked excited, picked up the spoon and prepared to go.

"Don't."

Wang Shu hurriedly stopped, he glanced at the snake soup, it was really miserable, this thing had to eat people to death.

Immediately, a golden flame appeared in his hand, and it directly evaporated.

"Whew!"

Taking a deep breath, Wang Shu suddenly felt that the air was a lot fresher, but the nightmare said pitifully:

"Brother Shu, did someone do something wrong? Are you going to starve? ”

She clutched her stomach and made a "cooing" sound. Although the snake soup just now sold a little differently, it really doesn't mean that you can't eat it, right?

Wang Shu may not have thought that as the Holy Maiden of the Ten Thousand Poison Caves in Miaojiang, she naturally dealt with Gu worms since she was a child. → eight → eight → read → books, ↓o ≥

Gu insects, snakes and ants, which one is not without that natural smell!

For Nightmare, this boiled snake soup is just a small scene, and it is acceptable.

"No, no, it's unhygienic, it's toxic!"

Wang Shu explained, and at the same time used the wormhole ability to carry out several sugar gourds, and said:

"It's a little plain, but it's delicious. And you're so fat, you shouldn't lack nutrients. ”

"What, people aren't fat!" Nightmare pouted, and suddenly stood up like fried hair.

"Mmmm, not fat!" Wang Shu said.

Hearing this, Chi Meng was satisfied and took the sugar gourd and licked it while eating it, biting and eating, full of joy and happiness.

"I look at the age of fifteen or sixteen years old, but this development is indeed against the sky, could it be that the Gu worms in Miao Jiang are highly nutritious?"

Wang Shu couldn't help but think of a dream in his mind, happily gathered in front of an iron pot, which was full of bai nen tender Gu worms, fried golden and buttery.

"Okay, it's done, there's more!" Nightmare asked, looking expectant.

"Yes!" Wang Shu conjured up some more and handed them to Nightmare, but he still reminded:

"This is a dessert, eating too much is not good for your teeth!"

"yes, got it!" The dream replied, but the speed of eating was fast, and it didn't see any changes in the lower abdomen?

Isn't a woman's stomach a bottomless pit?

Wang Shu couldn't help but look up at the sky, through the dense leaves, branches and trunks, he could still see the bright starry sky and moonlit night outside, which was indeed very beautiful.

The space above the palm of the hand fluctuated, and a quaint and heavy book appeared.

"On the relationship between the lack of doppelgangers and the conservation of energy!"

Far away in the other world, but looking at super-tech books and absorbing the knowledge in them, it is really the first time, and it feels perfect.

Turning the pages one by one, the crisp sound of the paper rubbing is like the most beautiful music in the world, which makes people love it.

Looking at the rows of graceful handwriting and neat formula symbols, it is also extremely comfortable.

Rather than reading this knowledge, it would be more accurate to say that this is going through the process of Hexi's creation.

Every great innovation is based on countless practices and failures.

It's not easy!

"Brother Shu, what are you looking at?"

After eating four points full, the nightmare couldn't help but come over, like a curious baby, and the bright eyes were full of playfulness as if they could speak.

"Read!" Wang Shu said.

"Wow, that's amazing! With such a thick book, Brother Shu, you must be very knowledgeable, unlike I can't read! "Nightmare is envy and loneliness.

"Average!"

Wang Shu said modestly, then remembered something, and asked:

"Nightmare, do you have anything you're good at?"

"Good at it?"

Nightmare's pretty face showed a thoughtful look, and then said excitedly:

"I can eat, eat so many things! Well, is that good at it? ”

"What else?" Wang Shu couldn't help but wonder.

"And I can be Gu, my Gu thief will slip away!" Nightmare had a look of confidence on her face.

"Uh...... What is this? Is there anything I have to be more literary? Wang Shu couldn't help but be distracted by the nightmare's accent.

"Literature and art?"

The nightmare thought again, and then her eyes lit up, and she said:

"I can do a...... Playing the flute is fine, too! ”

Hearing this, Wang Shu glanced at the jade green flute hanging from Chimeng's waist and said:

"You can see it!"

Chi Meng was full of joy and said:

"Brother Shu, you are so good to others. Why don't they give you a, it's a good blow! ”

"Okay!" Wang Shu's heart moved, anyway, he always had to have some fun after a long night, otherwise wouldn't it be too boring.

Nightmare grabbed the flute at his waist, took it in his hand and turned it flexibly two or three times, and then leaned over to his lips and blew it gently.

The ten slender fingers trembled slightly, like elves dancing, full of rhythm.

A beautiful piece of music flows slowly between his fingers, constantly lingering in the night.

One note after another came out of thin air, converging into a small river that echoed in the air.

Wang Shu listened carefully, with praise on his face, listening to the wonderful and pleasant flute, and he was in a good mood.

At this moment, under the moonlit night, on the side of the big tree, the wood fire is constantly burning, beating the brilliant sparks.

The girl played a flute composed with her heart, and her heart was full of joy.

The man listened attentively, without wasting a single thing, as if he had gained something.

After a long time, the song ends, but the people do not disperse!

"Smack!" Wang Shu applauded and praised:

"Very good blowing!"

"Hee-hee, Brother Shu, or I'll blow it again!" Nightmare smiled, full of joy.

"Wait a minute, someone is hiding in the dark!"

Wang Shu stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and slapped it back, and the internal force suddenly came out, turning into a dragon-shaped energy, and crashing towards a hidden giant tree on the left side of his mouth.

"Boom!"

The giant tree snapped off at the same time, and at the same time, a white figure burst out of it and appeared in front of the two of them.

Nightmare's eyes widened, looking at this person, with a look of surprise on his face, he couldn't help but say:

"You Chuan, why are you here?"

The visitor was dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, with long silver-white hair, and a handsome face, but there was a look of worry on his face:

"Who is he!"

You Chuan pointed at Wang Shu, his face hostile and unkind. 11