The ink monkey walked in front of her, raised his chin slightly, although his body was only the size of a palm, but he was full of a posture of looking at the world, his round eyes were as deep as the abyss under the cliff, and there seemed to be a shallow golden light in the sun.

Probably seeing the hope in Luo Qingyin's eyes, it opened its mouth and squeaked, jumped on her shoulder and squatted, then stretched out a paw and scratched her head, touched her red buttocks, and comfortably used her shoulders as a nest.

That's what it means to go with her.

The corners of Luo Qingyin's lips hooked up with a smile.

Very good, with it, she has an encyclopedia in the Strange Stone Mountain Range that is a hundred times better than "Cangyun Jian".

went to find the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, and she was a little more sure.

The ink monkey didn't speak, Zi Yunchen also couldn't see the uniqueness of the ink monkey, and when she saw her bring the ink monkey, he smiled and said: "It turns out that you like delicate little animals, there are twin foxes in the Qishi Mountain Range, and they look good, if you like it, I will catch a pair for you then." ”

As soon as the ink monkey heard that a twin fox was coming to grab its territory, it immediately grinned unhappily at Zi Yunchen.

What twin foxes, if they dare to come, it will lift them into the cliff.

Zi Yunchen mistakenly thought it was happy, and said, "It also likes to have a companion." ”

Luo Qingyin rolled her eyes directly, "I don't want to." ”

She had no idea how precious the twin foxes were, and of course, even if she did, she wouldn't care.

Because, when she chooses things, she never takes preciousness as a criterion.

The ink monkey jumped up happily and circled around Luo Qingyin.

The five-colored horse's feet are extremely fast, and the wind and lightning are galloping over the mountains and mountains, not to mention how enjoyable it is.

I don't know if it's because of Zi Yunchen's side, the journey is safe, and no one from the Medicine King Palace will come to kill her, and occasionally meet a few adventurers who want to block the road and rob, Zi Yunchen will destroy people with a move of his fingers.

Luo Qingyin became a scavenger, specializing in helping Zi Yunchen pick up the relics on the corpse.

It's just that adventurers know how dangerous the Strange Stone Mountain Range is, and they don't bring valuables with them, but many adventurers who have cultivated above the martial artists of the Strange Stone Mountain Range carry the same heavy treasure, that is, the Na Ring used to store valuables!

In addition to a lot of soul stones and herbs, she also luckily got another ring.

Knowing that money should not be revealed, she did not dare to wear it on her hands, and threw it directly into the baggage, and at the same time carried the baggage and herbs on her back, and only put some valuable things and monkey wine in the ring.

One day, if you are so poor that you can't open the pot, you should be able to sell the ring for emergency...... The idea is so unproductive, cover your face.

The ink monkey is simply a tyrant in the mountains, from time to time to bully the mysterious beasts encountered on the road, or pull the hair of the five-colored horses, fight chickens and dogs, and behave nonsense, sometimes making a lot of trouble, afraid that Luo Qingyin will be angry, he will take some mysterious beast cubs back to improve her food.

There is a cub, several times its size, and it can walk like a fly.

Even Zi Yunchen had to look at it with admiration.

Shaking her head with a smile, Luo Qingyin reached out to pick up the cub.

"I'll come." Zi Yunchen stretched out his hand and intercepted the cub halfway.

The two worked together, Zi Yunchen hunted, she cooked, and now the task of hunting was snatched away by the ink monkey, Zi Yunchen automatically and consciously took on the work of cleaning up, and after cleaning up, he threw the bone part into the teapot, cut the meat into thin slices, and waited for Luo Qingyin's cooking.

Luo Qingyin filled the teapot with water and boiled it on the fire, while the thin slices of meat were roasted.

The meat of the cub is already very delicate, coupled with Luo Qingyin's good cooking skills, the color is golden and the fragrance is permeated, and then brushed with a layer of honey from killer bees, and the honey seeps into the meat, which adds a bit of deliciousness.

Zi Yunchen stared at the barbecue with shining eyes, licked his lips and looked at the barbecue, his voice was full of charm: "Little kitten, this king hired you to be the picnic guide of the Shadow Ten Guards, okay?" ”

As soon as the words fell, he felt that it was inappropriate, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "No, this king hired you to be the king's exclusive cook, okay?" ”

"It's a nice day, you see, it's a clear day." Luo Qingyin glanced up at the sky, and used long chopsticks made of bamboo to pick up the roasted meat slices and put them into the saucer.

Zi Yunchen was a little disappointed with her answer, but as soon as he saw the roast meat in the saucer, his attention was immediately diverted, and he couldn't wait to pick up the saucer and eat the meat.

Of course, he didn't forget the biggest hero, Luo Qingyin, he didn't eat the first piece himself, put it on his lips and blew it cold, and then handed it to Luo Qingyin's mouth.

"Thank you......" Luo Qingyin took the meat in his mouth and chewed it, chewed it, swallowed it, and continued to roast it.

One person feeds, one person bakes, under the blue sky and white clouds, there is an indescribable harmony and tacit understanding.

The ink monkey does not eat meat, but guards the teapot with his eyes open, and when he sees the water boiling, he excitedly exclaims, "Squeak, squeak!" "Put the herbs away!

Luo Qingyin magically understood, put the prepared herbs into the pot, covered it and continued to cook.

The teapot of white jade was originally a special utensil for Ziyunchen to drink Feng Mei Chun, but now it has become a pot for Luo Qingyin to boil soup, the residual aroma of Feng Mei Chun melts into the soup, plus the fragrance of herbs, the bones are stewed soft, and it is extremely delicious.

Luo Qingyin filled a large cup for Zi Yunchen, and drank it himself, as for the ink monkey, it didn't eat meat, only cooked herbs and soup, Luo Qingyin filled it with a small cup with a capacity of less than fifty.

Before the soup was halfway drunk, Zi Yunchen's wrist flipped over, and the jade cup was handed to Luo Qingyin.

With a greedy face, he is clearly a foodie.

Luo Qingyin added him a cup of soup and shook his head and smiled. His Royal Highness, who is short of his food? As for this?

"It's the most delicious soup I've ever had." After three cups, Zi Yunchen accepted the cup with satisfaction, leaning on the trunk of the tree, looking at the blue sky and white clouds with a comfortable expression.

Luo Qingyin lowered his head and took a sip of soup.

The meat is delicious, the herbs are fresh, and the shades are suitable, but as for that taste, she is not a major in cooking, and she is still a little far from the "most delicious".

Eat and drink enough and continue on your way.

Getting closer and closer to the position of the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, the level of the mysterious beast is getting higher and higher, and the traces left by the adventurers are much more than the 2,200 peaks, all of which are towards the position of the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng.

"Ten thousand years of snow ginseng is rare?" Luo Qingyin frowned in confusion.

She suspected that the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng was much rarer than she had imagined.

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked up with a smile, "Smart little kitten." There was an accident on the mainland, which caused most of the thousand-year-old elixir and spirit grass to be destroyed, so the elixir and spirit grass of more than a thousand years were very rare, which was one of the reasons. As for the other reason......"

He intended to sell Guanzi, so he didn't say anything.

Luo Qingyin looked at him sideways, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and the smile on his face was evil and elegant, "Guess? ”

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