"Yan Qiao, if you don't leave. Stayed with her to clean the ground. Ji Mo's voice came from the back room with boredom.

Yuyan Qiao shook off Han Qian's chin fiercely, almost causing Han Qian to fall to the ground. After glaring at her, with anger, he strode out of the Dragon Yun Palace.

Fang Cai's words, Han Qian heard it clearly. If you stain the floor yourself, Han Qian is naturally obliged to wipe it clean. She took a deep breath of the cold air that made her more awake and what kind of environment she was in. "Master, I'll go to the council's hall to get a basin and a towel." There was a little more indifference in the shallow eyes.

"There is a pear tree outside the hall." Ji Mo said coldly.

When Han Qian walked out of the house, he saw a clear spring under the pear blossom tree, which was picked up from the ground with a turquoise bamboo tube, and there were pots and towels on the side. She was so hungry that she had to wipe the floor clean before going to the kitchen. She was already very disgusted, and she didn't want to be killed.

She knelt on the floor, wiping back and forth more than ten times, before Ji Mo finally let her go.

He annoyed her too.

Before, he still had a little sympathy for her, but after the farce of 'suicide', he completely hated her. In the Tianning Continent, this place is respected for cultivation and strong and brave.

Cowardice, this mark of shame is no less than that of a soul slave.

Coming out of the Master's room, Han Qian went straight to the kitchen of the deacon's hall, she was so hungry that she was a little flustered and dizzy, and she had to eat immediately. If not, I don't know where I will faint, and I don't know how I died.

Don't underestimate the chefs in the fire room, they are quite accurate in their sense of vitality for everyone. As soon as Han Qian entered the kitchen today, the slightly chubby stove master poked his head out of the sliding door of the large table.

He was stunned for a moment, afraid that he had read it wrong. Rubbing your eyes, you didn't misread it at all. Yu Han shallow, that is, Yu Han shallow... It's just that why is her vitality the same as ordinary people today?

He was puzzled. After hesitating for a while, he prepared a large plate of half-cooked beef, walked in front of Han Qian, and put it down fiercely. The table shook several times.

Han Qian looked at the meat in front of her, her mind didn't seem to have time to think about anything else, her eyes were like hungry wolves, and she took a knife and fork and started directly. This knife is the same as the current Western-style dinner knife, but it is too much sharper. Cut the meat without the slightest effort. Cutting meat is definitely a kind of happiness.

Eat meat in large chunks... That is now being fulfilled in her. She feasted on it, and happiness rushed from her stomach to her cranial nerves. This is probably the most fragrant meal she has eaten since her last life to this life.

The stove chef watched Han Qian eat two or three catties of half-cooked beef, and he couldn't believe it was true at all.

Han Qian pursed his lips and looked at the stove chef on the side, wanting to ask if there was anything else. However, looking at his face that was almost stupid with surprise, she dismissed the idea of eating again.

"Thank you~" She still politely thanked her, although it was too barbaric to be a place.

I'm full and want to go back to sleep~

Seeing Han Qian walking away from him, Master Stove Fire didn't even have time to clean up the basin on the table, and went straight to the master's residence. Is this cold and shallow, was it deliberate like that before?

Ji Mo took the bamboo slip and listened to the stove master's babbling explanation of the meaning.

"Oh?" He stood up from the table with a solemn face. "I was dead and alive just now, but now I can eat it. Is it because of your own poison? He thought to himself.

"You go down, I know~" Ji Mo raised his hand and said.

After Master Stove Fire went out, Ji Mo sat down again. Holding the bamboo slips, it is indeed a person who is in the Han camp with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Looks like we're going to call that girl tomorrow. Probe her spiritual roots—" he thought to himself.

The night completely covered the entire Shenge Mountain. After tossing for so long, Han Qian finally returned to his hut after bathing in the back mountain. As soon as she lay down, she pulled the quilt ...

There was something on the bed "Ah~" Han Qian screamed in fright and jumped off the bed.

Shocked, she stood by the bed. Seeing a pillow-sized mass squirming in the quilt, her heart beat a little faster. Could it be that George Streamer couldn't get used to himself, so he deliberately made something to scare himself? Or is it Yuyan Qiao?

"Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out." Han Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously. She was still walking around the ghost gate just now, so she didn't want to be afraid of it.

After speaking, she couldn't take her eyes off it, staring intently at the inside of the quilt, for fear that in the blink of an eye or without paying attention, someone would be plotted out.

No sound came from the covers, and the mass was still wriggling. The shallow voice had no effect on it at all.

This is an indifferent and cruel otherworld, one that cares less for life, and this is a bloody otherworld.

Han Qian's eyes stared at it, and the whole person slowly receded towards the back, the direction of the table.

She grabbed the chair behind her and pulled it over quickly. Either you die or I die... Two hands lifted the chair and slammed it into the wriggling mass of the quilt on the bed.

"Ah~" only to hear a milk voice come out, and then quickly dodged the chair.

Standing on the bed stood a child of three or four years old, with a quilt and a chair beside him. Dressed in a white modified and delicate bearded suit.

"Who are you? Who sent you? "Han Qian, because he was a child, lowered his guard.

The child scratched the head of the chicken nest and pouted, "I don't know who I am..."

"Who sent you? You're going to kill me? The cold tone was like a thousand years of ice, and there was more courage and firmness in his eyes.

The child looked into the shallow eyes.

Han Qian looked at him, his eyes were really innocent. "Say~" She didn't believe him. How did he want to die or not live in the Longyun Hall where the master lived just now, but no one was moved by compassion, and he could not die, just because the master didn't want the god of death to trample on his ground...

"I~I..." The child almost cried in the face of the cold questioning.

Han Qian sneered, he would use his own trick to deal with Uncle Donkey Immortal. "If you don't say it, I'll stone you to death." After Han Qian finished speaking, he was about to move the table. She had eaten so much meat just now that she had little effort to hold the stool.

"I... You were going to poison me just now. He sobbed aggrievedly.

Han Qian immediately understood. It turned out that in their stomachs. No, there are really little monsters in the stomach of the original host, so it's not a good physique.

Her guess was not wrong, it was not speculation, it was fact.

"Then you're going to die." Han Qian's eyes showed a fierce light, and his hands were ready to move the table. In front of me, it's a demon~

"No, I don't understand."