Chapter Eighty-Three: Let's Talk About the Snacks
Seeing Qin Ziling striding away without saying anything, remembering what he said before leaving, Xiao Jing unconsciously showed a smile in his eyes.
"I really can't imagine that Mr. Qin looks like a reckless man, he is not only a literary and elegant person, but also a very interesting person, drink a drink, get a drink, and say such a crooked reason, what do you want is that heart and artistic conception, and I don't know what wild things he will bring over later?" Xia Yan pursed her lips and chuckled.
"Yes, Brother Qin is indeed very different from other men, but it's a pity that he met too late." Hearing this, Xiao Jing couldn't help but think of the poem Qin Ziling wrote just now, and sighed faintly.
"The snow is more and more awe-inspiring, and the temperament in the flower is the strongest. Outdated and self-congruent drifted away, and shame begged for mercy to Dongjun. Xia Yan read softly when she heard this, and then sighed, "If you want to talk about this world, Mr. Qin is the one who knows Miss best, and where do other people understand Miss." ”
Xiao Jing didn't answer, but looked at the plum blossom tree in the courtyard that had not yet bloomed with some distraction.
It's hard to find a confidant in life, but what if you can find it?
When we get together today, I am afraid that they will never see each other again!
This look was almost an hour, until Qin Ziling hurriedly came in with a sack on his back, Xiao Jing suddenly woke up, a pair of beautiful eyes stared curiously at the sack on Qin Ziling's back, Xiu Ting's nose twitched slightly, and he smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Brother Qin, did you go back specifically to get a muntjac deer?" Xiao Jing's curious gaze became unable to laugh or cry.
Through her breath, she could identify what kind of wild thing Qin Ziling's sack contained.
"That's it, for the sake of a muntjac deer, let Miss wait for you here for an hour, Mr. Qin, your joke is really a bit big!" Xia Yan pursed her mouth in frustration.
Because of that poem, Xia Yan's expectations for the wild things that Qin Ziling said were quite high, but it turned out to be just a muntjac deer.
"Hey, hey!" Qin Ziling smiled mysteriously, put down the sack, and then took out a muntjac deer from it.
This muntjac deer was originally kept by Qin Ziling for his mother and Yin Dye Yuejin to be used for tonic, but now it is temporarily used to cover the breath of the young python.
Seeing that it was indeed a muntjac deer, and Qin Ziling still looked mysterious and proud, Xiao Jing and Xia Yan couldn't help but roll their eyes at him angrily.
Qin Ziling didn't seem to see the white eyes thrown by the two of them at all, but reached out to pull away the belly of the muntjac deer.
As soon as the muntjac's belly was pulled away, Xiao Jing and Xia Yan's eyes suddenly widened, and even Xia Yan couldn't help but tremble and pointed at the green young python coiled in the muntjac deer's abdomen, her lips trembled and said: "Little, miss, this, this is eight ......"
Before Xia Yan's words could be spoken, Xiao Jing had suddenly woken up, reached out to cover her mouth, and then scanned her surroundings with sharp and vigilant eyes.
Seeing that there was nothing going on around, he said to Xia Yan in a hoarse voice: "You go and tell Shopkeeper Zhu that the business will be closed today, let the guys go back, and he will go back, and you will stay in the passage and no one will be allowed to come in." ”
Xia Yan had gradually calmed down at this time, and immediately nodded with a serious expression when she heard this: "Yes!" ”
With that, Xia Yan turned around and walked away quickly.
"Is there anything special about this food? If you don't have anything to worry about, I'll stew it for you right now. Qin Ziling said to Xiao Jing.
But Xiao Jing didn't answer Qin Ziling, just stared at him with straight eyes, and there were crystal tears rolling in his eyes.
After a while, Xiao Jing took a sharp breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Qin Ziling with a solemn face, and said word by word: "Brother Qin, Xiao Jing's life will be yours in the future!" ”
"Don't talk nonsense, how can it be so serious!" Qin Ziling was taken aback when he heard this.
Although he still had some utilitarian intentions when he took out this young python, he was not so shameless as to ask Xiao Jing to exchange his life.
"It's only worse than that, because without this young python, I would soon be worse off than dead! So, Brother Qin, I owe ......" Xiao Jing said with a serious face.
"Let's not talk about life and death, okay? What a stinging landscape! Let's talk about the appetizers! Qin Ziling interrupted.
Xiao Jing looked directly at Qin Ziling again, and tears welled up in his eyes again.
After a while, Xiao Jing "snorted", suddenly smiled, and said, "That's okay, I won't be polite to my eldest brother." There is nothing particular about the consumption of this young python, you only need to put in some wild ginseng, lotus seeds, wolfberries and other medicinal materials, and some fishy things to stew together. By the way, put the whole one in it, snake blood, skin and everything else have to be kept. ”
"Isn't it, even snakeskin?" Qin Ziling couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this, and then smiled: "Fortunately, this is a young python, if it is an adult Eight Desolation Blue Python, can your teeth bite its leather armor?" ”
"Flutter!" Xiao Jing, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but laugh out loud again when he heard this, glanced at Qin Ziling with beautiful eyes, and said, "If it is an adult Eight Desolate Blue Python, it will naturally have to peel off the leather armor." ”
"Haha, I'm thinking too much!" Qin Ziling smiled, and then began to prepare for the work of stewing the young python.
Xiao Jing also joined to help.
The strength of the Xiao family's "Qinglong Xuanmu Gong" has two attributes, water and wood, which is more suitable for women's cultivation.
Xiao Jing, who has practiced the "Qinglong Xuanmu Gong", not only does not have a shape, but on the contrary, he is very graceful and tall, his two thighs are long and straight, and his skin is like smooth fat, and the twenty-three-year-old Xiao Jing's body has completely grown, exuding the alluring aura of a mature woman.
Qin Ziling sat in the pavilion, drinking wine while admiring Xiao Jing's beautiful back squatting on the ground, slightly pouting his buttocks and burning the fire, and his heart tasted very beautiful.
Originally, the work of burning the fire was done by him, a man, but Xiao Jing refused, and this woman was more tendoned than Yin Dyeing Yue, so Qin Ziling had to sit helplessly in the pavilion and drink boredly, admiring the beautiful woman burning the fire.
The sun is setting in the west.
Qin Ziling was still sitting in the pavilion drinking, but Xiao Jing was no longer burning the fire, but wearing a tight-fitting suit, outlining a moving curve, stepping and boxing in the courtyard in front of Qin Ziling, and the fog on his body in the winter was constantly rising.
Xiao Jing's footsteps are getting faster and faster, and his punches are getting faster and faster, driving the fog around him to churn and surge.
The momentum on Xiao Jing's body became stronger and stronger, and the clouds and mist became thicker and thicker.
I don't know when, the sun was obscured, and snowflakes drifted in the sky.
I don't know when, Xiao Jing's figure seemed to disappear completely, replaced by a dragon shadow flying in the wind and snow.
The core of the dragon shadow is a graceful figure, and it is her dancing that changes into a green dragon phantom.
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