It took a sack of herbs to refine a bowl full of medicinal juice, and Feng San was already on the verge of collapse.

"I can't do it, I can't do it, even if there are any more blades of grass, I can't do it!" Feng San sat down on the chair, paralyzed without any image.

Killing demons is not so hard, and there are bursts of throbbing pain in the brain.

"The third sister has worked hard, just leave the rest to me, the third sister will meditate immediately now, recover her spiritual power, and get twice the result with half the effort than her usual cultivation!" Feng Qiqi said with a chuckle.

"Really?" Feng San immediately returned to the house, crossed his knees, and used the little spiritual power left, slowly wandering among the spiritual veins.

Feng Qiqi looked at the pot of flour in front of him, as well as a bowl of medicinal juice.

"Are you ready, kid?" Feng Qiqi looked over.

"Of course, don't worry, Miss Qiqi, I'm an expert!" The boy rolled up his sleeves with an oath: "Isn't it just noodles, no problem." ”

"Okay, then please." Feng Qiqi directly poured the medicinal juice into the flour basin.

Then, she took out a dagger and slashed it at her wrist.

The wounds were visible to the bones, and blood flowed out in pools and dripped into the flour basin.

"Seventy-seven girl! What are you doing! "The little boy was stupid, he said it was a face, but he didn't say that it was like this!

"This is the medicine, don't waste it, let's start, I'll add it if it's not enough." Feng Qiqi shook his head and watched as the blood dripped into the basin and mixed with the flour.

The boy shook his hands, and slowly put his hand into the blood-stained basin, and rubbed it one by one.

Feng Qiqi's blood not only did not smell bloody, but had a strange fragrance, which was mixed with flour and medicinal juice little by little.

The flour turned a strange brown color and gave off a faint fragrance.

Xiao Tong's face was pale and white, even if it was fragrant, he couldn't stand this blood and noodles, he felt a shadow from his heart.

Feng Qiqi sat on the side, and soon, the wound on his wrist that was deep enough to see the bone slowly healed.

The skin is still like snow, without the slightest scar, but the skin is whiter, and the blood vessels on the wrist are clearer.

Glancing at the sword in her hand, she had already cultivated into an immortal body, even if ordinary mortal iron could hurt her, it could not leave any traces, and it would eventually heal slowly.

"Girl Qiqi has already kneaded it." The boy still had brown dough in his hands, and on the table in front of him was a piece of brown dough with a strange fragrance.

"Have you ever eaten wine-stuffed balls?" Feng Qiqi suddenly tilted his head and asked.

"Is Miss Qiqi talking about the kind of multi-faceted balls that are smaller than sugar gourds?" The boy wanted to scratch his head, but the raised hand stopped there and slowly lowered it.

"Yes, that's the kind of dough that divides the dough into little balls like that." Feng Qiqi chuckled, not knowing what she thought of, and she looked very happy.

"Huh?" The boy was at a loss, but he still obediently did so, and what the girl Qiqi told must be right.

When the little boy kneaded the balls, Feng Qiqi had already moved out the hidden steamer and put it on the small stove.

The fire on the stove was blazing, and after a while the steamer began to smoke.

Feng Qiqi slowly spread a layer of cage cloth, and put the small balls kneaded by the child into the steamer one by one.

In order to prevent Bai Xiao from only giving her tofu, she secretly hid a steamer, and when she was fine, she would steam some pastries.

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