Yexi stood still, thought about the direction of the island he saw before, closed his eyes and closed his five senses, and walked in the clouds step by step.

Swallowing the sky was puzzled: "You want to go straight over?" ”

"yes."

"But the island grows on the clouds, and floats, and—when you walk on the clouds, you float, and you drift, and you have gone off course."

As he spoke, the clouds had already turned a corner with the night stream.

“... I'm just walking and having fun, otherwise I'll be ashamed if I go out all of a sudden. ”

Swallow the sky.

This illusion is more than enough to confuse the monk, but it is not enough for Yexi, who has no sense of spiritual power and whose spiritual power is different from that of divine consciousness.

The recipe is wrong.

Yexi released his spiritual power, and quickly found a flaw and stepped out.

Standing on the outside, watching everyone hovering in place in the clouds, his dignified face looked particularly stupid.

After watching it for a while, Yexi turned around and flew towards the island behind the clouds, and suddenly a large group of hulala flew in front of him.

I grabbed one casually, grabbed one, and kneaded it around like cotton wool, and I couldn't see where the head was and where the tail was, and I didn't even have eyes.

"What's that?"

Swallowing Tian knocked on his head: "It's strange, how do I feel that this thing is a little familiar?" But where have you seen it? What exactly? Why can't you think of it? ”

Ask the returnless: "Do you know me?" ”

Yexi felt disgusted by the lack of return: "What an inferior thing, how can I know it." ”

Yexi said calmly: "If you don't know, shut up." ”

Don't pretend to be an uncle if you have short knowledge.

There is no return.

Swallowing Tian's heart was cold, he must not recognize this, if he said what this is, that master would not tear him alive.

But Yexi spoke calmly again: "If you can't remember it, I can ask Wugui to help you wake up." ”

The little finch still dares to fight with the old eagle, and when you tremble, this king will know what the hell you are thinking.

Swallow the sky and wake up? How to wake up? Chew your own head?

"Hurry up!"

Yexi drank this, and the clue in his mind that he had finally nodded suddenly flew out of the clouds.

"Don't scare me, I'm scared."

Night Creek: "..."

Yexi was about to break up the things that surrounded him, when he suddenly felt a stagnation around him, and in the next second, all the white things brushed back like a tide.

What's going on?

I haven't attacked yet.

When I looked back, I saw that the white clouds that had trapped everyone also dispersed, and they all flew back towards the island.

The people who were exposed were stunned, and they hadn't found a way out yet, why did the illusion itself disappear?

Yexi narrowed his eyes: "Those clouds in the illusion are also small spirit beasts?" But why didn't I find out before? ”

It's just an ordinary cloud.

Something flashed through my mind, swallowing the sky and rubbing my head, just a little, almost remembered.

The master of Jingyang Gate flew over with everyone and stopped beside Yexi, and after a while, Xiao Baobao and they also flew here.

"Huh? Master, why are you here? ”

Kongkong smiled: "This place is a little strange, it should be that heaven and earth are connected together like a circle." ”

Fly and fly and meet.

Xiao Baobao nodded and looked at the island that was eating clouds.

"There's got to be something up there."

"Go in and take a look." Xiao Baobao, the master of the Jingyang Gate of Yexi, said at the same time.

Look at each other and smile.

Everyone flew towards the island, and a few people in Yexi were in front.

Flying and flying, suddenly an invisible enchantment bounced back everyone, and Yexi quickly grabbed Xiao Baobao, who seemed to be moving forward and one step ahead of her.

"Senior brother, only you can enter here." Nightbrook whispered.

Xiao Baobao reacted and saw that everyone stood helplessly.

Only you can enter?

Sora nodded at him.

Suddenly, my heart sank, and it was really a trap.

The master of Jingyang Gate looked at it in his eyes, excited and strange: "This is your chance, why don't you go in?" ”

Xiao Baobao opened his mouth, what could he say? Good luck? It's a matter of hell.

Kongkong: "Otherwise, let's go, shall we?" ”

Nightstream: "I'm casual. ”

Xiao Baobao was uncertain, and finally ruthless: "I can't hide from the fifteenth day of junior high school, it's a big deal for Lao Tzu to turn the corpse to repair." ”

Hearing this, the master of Jingyang Gate was confused: "What are you talking about?" Are you going down the wrong path? It's not easy to raise corpses, low-level zombies can't help you, it's better to improve yourself if you have that mind. ”

He also thought that Xiao Baobao was interested in refining corpse puppets.

Xiao Baobao pondered, it should be no problem to directly turn into a flying zombie with his Yuan Ying's cultivation. Hmm, I hope that the little junior sister will be clever enough to keep her original appearance.

Yexi said: "Then you wait, I'll make some preparations for you." ”

Xiao Baobao hurriedly said: "No need, I have everything, Fu Gong Array-"

Seeing Yexi's movements, he choked, and suddenly couldn't say anything.

He also thought that Yexi was going to give him some kind of magic weapon such as a defensive attack, but he never expected that she grabbed a piece of raw meat from an unknown demon beast with one hand and grabbed the stove with the other.

This is...

I want to die.

Yexi looked left and right, this is still flying, how to barbecue?

Suddenly, something flew under his feet and quickly grew larger, steadily carrying everyone nearby.

It's a blanket-like flying weapon.

Yexi was happy: "Senior Brother Chaochen is so considerate. ”

Chaochen stared at the meat in her hand and rubbed his stomach: "Since I used the medicine, I can't eat enough all day." ”

Want to try her handiwork?

Yexi is even happier: "Okay, let my senior brother give you a barbecue." ”

Chaochen nodded, thinking, people are not willing to give him an outsider to do it. Secretly sad, I don't have a caring little sister.

But it didn't take long for Chaochen to understand the truth.

I saw that on a large carpet as stable as a rock, everyone led by Xiao Baobao was on the side, supporting several ovens, eating while roasting, and they were in the limelight.

And Yexi himself and his gang are in the limelight and barbecue by themselves.

Look at its color, not moving like a mountain, watch its line, open and close, look at its flesh... I'm going to die.

Shouldn't barbecue be a very simple thing? Especially for monks, it is simply impossible to bake meat with divine sense.

And although the meat roasted in Night Creek is not mushy, but... It's better to be mushy.

I saw her put a piece of half-sized raw meat aside, and when she dug it out, it was a big fist, and when she threw it into the stove, the piece of meat floated on the flame and slowly roasted, and then dug and threw it again, and when she had enough of nine, she stopped, and took out a bunch of bottles and jars that were tall at a glance or sprinkled or brushed or wiped or dipped in them.

The steps are right, the ingredients are right, the heat is right, but the color that gradually appears on the meat dumplings and the taste that is baked at high temperature are...

The master of Jingyang Sect commented: "I didn't see her spill poison." ”

Xiao Baobao ate meat expressionlessly, taking advantage of the fact that he was still alive.

Thinking that it was enough, Yexi silently stopped, put the meat dumplings aside to cool, and was about to put away the stove.

Empty sighed: "It's too dry to eat only meat." ”

Xiao Baobao's body was crooked.

Yexi took a meal and took a pot.

Fill with water and add grass.

Familiar recipes, familiar tastes, and familiar... Finished product.

"If I'm not dazzled, it's a bit of spirit grass, right?" Chaochen whispered to Xiao Baobao: "It turns out that the spirit grass still has this purpose?" Can it be made into poison to poison monsters? ”

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Baobao's experience said: "Poison does not die." ”

Yexi was not idle when the soup was cooking, picked up the meat dumplings that were drying on the side, and smelled them.

There is no smell, well, forgot to turn on the sense of smell.

Through the nose, Yexi is silent, and it is really his own level.

After thinking about it, he turned out a jar of thick spiritual nectar, threw the meat dumplings into it and shook them for a while, and then fished them out to dry.

Well, much better.

Then, Yexi sat cross-legged, holding a large long needle and thick thread in his hand, threading the needle and threading it with a loving look.

Xiao Baobao had an ominous premonition.