Flower Fat Mist's favor for Wu Xiang Ling skyrocketed.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll go to bed." Wu Xiangling yawned, "By the way, the kitchen dishes are really hard to swallow, see that you have a thin cocoon of a kitchen knife, hehe, the future meals will work for you." ”

The resin mist was speechless.

I still can't get rid of the cooking work by myself.

Wu Xiangling squinted, leaned over, and put his arm around her shoulder: "Also, prepare a bird food, immortal birds are very picky, and only eat meat." ”

The flower fat mist frowned.

What the? You still have to cook for that stinky bird?!

She remembered the way it spit out its spiritual power!

"Cooking for the master is a matter of course, but I don't want to cook for the immortal bird, it's weird and unaccustomed." Floral mist airways.

"Well, you can't say that, what if you need to use the Immortal Fire? If the immortal bird doesn't recognize you, you won't be able to break through the ninth-order Golden Crow Flame. Wu Xiangling blinked.

Flower Fat Mist turned his mind and knew that what Master said was right.

With the approval of the immortal bird, he can use the immortal fire and practice the golden crowyan, but if this stinky bird is an enemy of himself...... You can't let Master catch another immortal bird for his own sake!

The flower mist nodded helplessly.

One day, she's going to have to beat up the stinky bird.

……

Wu Xiangling's body flashed, a purple light flew out of the window, and he didn't know where to sleep, and the flower fat mist began to do business.

In the alchemy room of the Eight Treasure Pagoda, it was the first time she had taken a good look at this building.

When he first came, he was not well received, and just trying to find a way to deal with the enemy exhausted his mind, and how could he have time to pay attention to the equipment in the alchemy room.

Well, countless materials can be carefully observed.

After looking around and lacking nothing, the flower fat mist moved a green black iron furnace into the house, and then ran to the back mountain of the green bamboo hut to get back the gold that had been hidden earlier.

The ghost sent the gods, and when she passed by Qi Yan's bedroom, she glanced inside.

Unexpectedly, his window happened to be open, and Qi Yan actually leaned against the window, staring at the direction of the Cuizhu hut with deep eyes, as well as himself passing by.

So fast...... The reunion of the master and servant is a little embarrassing......

The flower resin mist was about to bow her head and slip away, but she never thought that Qi Yan turned her head faster than her, and her figure flickered, and she had already left the window.

This look, as if he was deliberately avoiding her.

"Hey, he obviously saw me, why are you hiding? Could it be that when this master-servant relationship is divided, he will turn his face and deny people? I've been serving him for more than half a year, don't you want to be so ruthless! Hum. ”

She didn't think much about it, she went up the mountain by herself, took her things and left.

As everyone knows, Qi Yan was in the dormitory, pinching a letter thrown by Dugu Fengxi, and he was annoyed.

The crumpled paper was written in only eight large characters.

- If you hurt my daughter, you should pay it back.

Qi Yan is not afraid of being an enemy of Dugu, but the Qi family owes Dugu a favor.

The eldest son of the Qi family, Qi Yeya, who is also Qi Yan's own brother, has been in a coma for several years, and now he is still staying in Dugu Mansion to heal and continue his life.

In case, Dugu Yanggeng, the old man, cut off Qi Yeya's medicine, it will kill him.

And Qi Yeya is Qi Yan's only relative.

Qi Yan couldn't personally send his biological brother to the West Heaven, even if he liked the flower fat mist, that wouldn't work.

I can't help myself, I'm afraid it's him, behind the seemingly chic and free, there has long been a huge invisible chain, this bolt is a lifetime, and even affects several generations of children.

But for now, there is no other way.

I don't have the right to indulge myself in falling in love with the flower butter mist.