When the wind was lying in the tent and looking through the messages in the live broadcast room, I saw a piece of no, and pursed my lips slightly, in fact, it may not be an accident.

Later, when the wind came, he was unsure, and from Mo Lin's perspective, although the plots of other supporting characters were written, they were very few. The plot of Xinghe is less than Fengling, and there has been no problem with Xinghe in the main story, but it does not mean that it is okay in places that Mo Lin can't see.

When the wind was wrapped in the quilt and turned over and over again, I thought about the situation of the galaxy during this time, but I didn't find any details when I thought about it.

As long as it doesn't affect the main line and changes the plot on Mo Lin's side, some things are still okay when the wind is blowing, he pinched his quilt and decided to tell Xinghe tomorrow morning to let him pay attention to the people in white coats.

There is no moon tonight, the night is dark, and there is not even a star Li Xiao stood on the balcony of the house arranged by the cultivation class, her hand holding on to the railing, and a pair of dark red eyes staring at the empty space where there should be a moon in a daze.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing her hair up, Li Ning took a piece of clothing and put it on her, successfully bringing Li Xiao back to her senses, she just pinched the dress tightly without saying anything. Li Ning pursed his lips and leaned on the railing, took a deep breath and looked at Li Xiao's dark red eyes, Senior sister, no matter what the future holds, no matter what you want to do, I hope you can let me hold your hand.

The Avenger is reborn of hatred, walks in darkness, and the word loneliness is so lonely that it doesn't even have the antonym

The horn of war was officially sounded, and in the silent night, Mo Lin set off with his team and the first batch of soldiers, and Huaguo also entered a state of alert.

The shelter under the darkness is silent, even the business of the entertainment venue is much colder, the cultivator's intuition of danger is getting stronger and stronger, and the atmosphere of the entire shelter is in a depressed state, not only from the opening of the national war, but also from the open and secret fighting in the shelter, as if something has begun to act.

Feng Ling didn't sleep very well this night, and he always felt that there were dark clouds circling in his heart, and the cultivator didn't need much rest, so even if he didn't sleep well, he didn't have a negative feeling.

Before dawn, Feng Ling lifted the tent curtain, looked around and didn't see Buzhi's figure, this situation often appeared in the half month of the road, he seemed to be getting busier and busier.

Bai Buzhi would stay with her, and after she had said goodnight to him and entered the tent in the evening, he would leave, and would not return until just after dawn, this time Feng Ling woke up relatively early, so he happened not to see him.

Every time Bu Zhi leaves, she knows that she is not the kind of person who must be accompanied, she enjoys two Rao sweetness, and can also accept one Rao Qing. She didn't want to delay his affairs because of herself, but unfortunately Buzhi didn't listen to her persuasion, and Bai insisted on guarding her, so she had a good night with Buzhi very early recently.

In addition to eating together, every good morning and good night seems to have become a habit of life.

Feng Ling's level card is level nine, and he can't break through in a short time, but Bu Zhi's body is still transparent, which makes her feel a little distressed, so she thought about whether she could make up for it from somewhere else, and later found that eating is a bit useful for Bu Zhilai, so he carried out all kinds of things, and his body was condensed a lot after half a month of feeding, which made Feng Ling have a little bit of achievement

So when the fish belly was white, Feng Ling had already cooked a pot of spirit beast soup, and this half a month really honed Feng Ling's cooking skills. The soup that was cooked at the beginning was still a little difficult to eat, and when Feng Ling was thinking about whether to cook it again, Bu Zhi had already eaten it without changing his face, and Feng Ling's expression was suddenly complicated.

After testing, Feng Ling thought that the effect of the thunder spirit beast on him seemed to be a little better, so she stewed the thunder spirit beast soup and added wild vegetables found in the forest. The spirit beast soup has a thick juice, the soup is rich and pure white, and the meat pieces are stewed well, and the sales are much better than before.

Feng Ling tasted it, although the taste was not super delicious, but it was within the normal range.

Feng Ling didn't wait for Buzhi, but took the lead in waiting for Feng Shi and Xinghe, who came with her, and when she saw the two, she waved to them, and the two immediately walked over.

As soon as Feng Shi came over, he gave Feng Ling a bear hug, his eyes were shining, his mouth was pursed, like a child who asked for sugar, Ah Shi missed his sister, did his sister miss me?

I wasn't surprised at all when the wind knew she was okay and came to her second as soon as she arrived

, She already knew that Feng Shi had a lot of secrets, but she didn't mind, so Feng Ling also hugged him back, with a kind tone and a smile, well, I miss you.

When Feng Ling greeted Xinghe, Bu Zhi came back, and when he saw Feng Shi, he was holding Feng Ling's hand, and Feng Ling was chatting with Xinghe, his eyes flashed slightly, and he stood by Feng Ling's side.

When people come back, let's start eating, I don't know if the spirit beast soup is suitable for the other two tastes, but some of them are good to eat, right

Sister cooked it? Feng Shi stared at the meat in the pot with bright eyes, looking full of interest, but in a blink of an eye, there was a trace of doubt on his face, is my sister's cooking skills so good?

Feng Ling Sheng Tang's hand was stunned, and he looked at him funny, he couldn't learn.

The wind pouts, if I'm not mistaken, Li Fengling has never learned cooking, and at the end, except for roasting and roasting meat in the wild, I don't like to cook by myself at other times, where has this plot changed?

However, when he saw Bu Zhi's illusory body, he probably knew why Feng Ling was learning to cook, and he silently drank the soup that Feng Ling brought to him, analyzing the current situation of Bu Zhi's body, as well as the punishment he had received from several layers of the Eye of the World for breaking the rules of Xuanmeng before.

Xinghe stared at Buzhi's somewhat transparent body, his eyes shone slightly, the warm smile on his face faded a lot, and without saying anything, the four of them quietly drank a big pot of soup, although the human stomach has strengthened a lot with cultivation, it also has a capacity, and it didn't take long to eat enough.

If the Dao has no body, there is no such thing as food, so Feng Ling stared at Bu Zhi with blazing eyes and drank all the remaining spirit beast soup. If there were no stars and winds, a certain dao should be stared at by the wind and drank more soup.

Today, after eating the spirit beast soup for two people, Feng Ling took out the thunder plant fruit he bought from the human territory when he was in the spirit gate before, squeezed it into juice and bottled it, and stuffed it into Buzhi's hand.

Feng Shi witnessed the whole process, and immediately felt embarrassed, and suddenly felt infinite sympathy for Zero One, and not only thought of a set of dialogues in his mind. Fun Cabinet

Fuzhi: I'm full.

Feng Ling: No, you don't have Sakura