"Uncle Shizu,."

The butterfly disappeared, leaving only one sentence.

It can be seen that the person who delivered the news was very anxious.

Baili Liushuang's narrow phoenix eyes raised coldly, turned around with his sleeves, and suddenly turned into a streamer, and soon disappeared into this world.

Everything has returned to tranquility, as if a hundred miles of frost had never come.

At this time, Zhuo Yan had already cooked a snow dragon pot, which not only contained the meat of the ninth-order snow dragon, but also many spiritual vegetables.

As soon as it came out of the pot, the room was filled with bursts of strong aroma.

Zhuo Yan used chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat and send it to his mouth, the meat slice was as thin as a cicada's wings, and at this time it had become a small roll, and it was sent to the mouth to chew, and there were some elastic teeth in the tenderness.

In addition to the deliciousness, there is a surging spiritual power, impacting in the body.

In an instant, her cultivation had already risen to one level.

Zhuo Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, it turned out that cultivation could be so simple and fast.

I really want to give this delicious snow dragon pot to Bao Yuan, but I think about the senior brothers who accompanied me today, as well as my father, and Senior Sister Feng who gave me the cooking exercises.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yan divided the snow dragon pot in this pot into a few bowls, and finally sealed it with spiritual power, so as to preserve the deliciousness of the dish and the leakage of spiritual power.

"I want to eat it too."

The Netherworld Ghost Fire, which had been burning for a long time, suddenly rushed to the burning face.

"I'm going to eat when I come back in the evening, and I'm done with it."

Zhuo Yan glanced at the Netherworld Ghost Fire helplessly, and shook his head helplessly.

Hey, it's not worrying at all, and it's said that it's an ancient fire.

The Netherfire was dumbfounded, its mouth trembling and tears flowing.

She...... What did she mean by that look just now?

Zhuo Yan went to his father's side first, and as soon as he entered, he saw Ling going out from inside.

"The good girl is here."

Ling looked at Zhuo Yan with a smile on her face, especially knowing that she had been cultivating every day for the past few days, and she was even more happy.

"Father, I made this today, you can taste it."

Zhuo Yan handed the bowl in his hand to Ling, who took the bowl and reached out to brush off the aura on it, and in an instant, a burst of delicious smell spread.

After taking a sip of the soup, it was extremely fragrant, and there was a steady stream of aura flowing into the body.

"Ninth-order demon beast, you can keep such a good thing for yourself to eat."

Ridge said with a smile.

"This is the first time I've done it, and the first bowl of chopsticks must be given to my father."

Zhuo Yan hurriedly said.

"Hahahaha." Lehaha laughed, and there was a smile in his burning eyes.

It seems that this chef Xiushi didn't choose the wrong one, it was so good the first time, and it will definitely be even more powerful in the future.

"Daddy, I'll send some to my brothers."

Zhuo Yan dropped these words, put aside the edges and walked away.

When they arrived at their courtyard, Zhuo Yan felt a burst of rich aura.

It's much better than her palace, but it doesn't matter if she burns her face, she doesn't rely on these anyway, not to mention, the original owner has never cared about cultivation before, he only likes luxury.

However, this demon world is very different from what she imagined, shouldn't the demon world be gloomy and dark when watching TV before?

It's so beautiful here, the aura is also very abundant, and there are no evil spirits.

Zhuo Yan was thinking about it, and walked towards the atractylodes house, and as soon as he walked to the door, the atractylodes came out of it.

As soon as he came out, he took it to the door.

"Senior sister, you're here."

Although he quickly calmed down, Burning Yan could easily spot the panic in his eyes and the trace of blood stained on the placket of his snow-white clothes.