Yang Velvet picked it up and picked up the fluff on its head to take a closer look.

The little yellow chicken struggled: "What are you pulling?" ”

Yang Rongrong said seriously: "Let me take a closer look, is your brain mutated?" ”

The little yellow chicken believed it and screamed in fright.

"Wouldn't it? What have I mutated into? ”

"It's become a love brain!"

Little Yellow Chicken: "......"

It angrily opened Velvet's hand.

Yang Rongrong: "Instead of studying whether people really like me here, you should think about how to solve the problem of system failure, it is difficult to protect yourself, and you still have the heart to talk about love, your heart is really big enough." ”

As soon as he talked about this, the little yellow chicken felt weak.

It asked cautiously.

"What would you do if, I mean, if the fault is not fixed and you have to stay in this world forever?"

Yang Rongrong smiled murderously at it: "I will soak you in boiling water, pluck out the bird feathers on your body one by one, then chop off your wings and claws one by one, drain your blood, peel off your skin, and finally put your meat in the oil pan and fry it slowly......"

The little yellow chicken covered his ears and trembled: "Don't say it!" ”

It's a terrible girl!

What's even more terrifying is that Rokuro is drooling!

The little yellow chicken felt that it was looking at itself very wrong.

Rokuro licked his mouth: "Sounds delicious." ”

The little yellow chicken screamed in horror: "Don't come here!" ”

It desperately ducked into Velvet's arms.

Yang Rongrong picked it up with one hand and asked, "Hasn't the headquarters given a solution yet?" ”

The little yellow chicken was weak again, and stumbled and said, "Not yet, not yet." ”

Yang Rong Rong immediately sent it to Rokuro.

The little yellow chicken was so frightened that he fluttered and screamed: "Don't, don't! I'm already urging the results, three days at the latest, I swear! ”

For three days, Yang Rongrong reluctantly accepted it.

She put the little yellow chicken back on her shoulder, sparing it for the time being.

Rokuro was disappointed.

The deliciousness that reached the mouth is gone.

When I entered the bedroom, the bed was still the same as when Yang Velvet left in a hurry, and the bedding and pillows were all messy.

She walked straight to the table and sat down, opened the jade box, pulled off a quenched petal and threw it into the cup, then picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup.

Thinking that she hadn't eaten today, she took out two roast chickens from the Qiankun bag.

One for her and one for Rokuro.

The little yellow chicken watched her take a bite of chicken and a sip of flower tea, eating it with relish, and couldn't help but remind.

"Quenching coriander is expensive."

She's like this, it's a cow chewing peonies!

Yang Rongrong waved the chicken legs: "My roast chicken is not cheap, thirty yuan a piece!" And it's limited every day, so you can't buy it if you don't go early! ”

The little yellow chicken was speechless.

After eating the roast chicken and drinking the flower tea, Yang Rongrong wiped his mouth, very satisfied.

She climbed onto the bed and covered herself with the quilt and fell asleep beautifully.

It was a deep sleep.

In a daze, she was awakened by a knock on the door.

Yang Rongrong had to get up from the bed and casually pulled a piece of clothing and draped it over his body.

Rokuro, who was sleeping next to the brazier, also stood up immediately.

Like a small tail, it followed behind Yang Velvet every inch.

Yang Rongrong yawned as he walked to the door, stretched out his hand to open the door, and saw that it was just dawning outside.

Shen Wenshu stood outside the door, dressed in white and snowy, with cold eyebrows.

"It's time to practice swords."

Every day, he went to the back mountain to practice his sword at dawn, and he has been like this for many years, rain or shine.

Born with a sword body, coupled with years of hard cultivation, he achieved the first sword cultivation in the Jiuzhou Continent.

Yang Rongrong rubbed his eyes, and the urn sound was authentic.

"My sword is gone, how can I practice it? Master, it's good for you to practice alone, don't worry about me. ”

Shen Wenshu frowned: "Where's your sword?" ”

He had wanted to ask about this for a long time.

Originally, he could still find her whereabouts through the Wufu Sword, but since she left the Qingxia Secret Realm, he could no longer feel the existence of the Wufu Sword.

When he saw her again in Jin Qiu Cheng, he didn't see her wearing a sword.

Yang Rongrong: "It was eaten." ”

After saying that, she glanced at Rokuro who was following her.

Rokuro immediately opened his mouth and spat out the sword with a bang.

The blade of the sword has been bitten off and broken into three, and the originally bright blade has long since lost its luster.

The sword is gone.

Shen Wenshu stared at Liulang with a cold look in his eyes.

As a sword cultivator, the last thing he could see was that the sword was destroyed, not to mention that this innocent sword was still made by him.

Instead of being afraid, Rokuro grinned at him.

Yang Rongrong knew that Shen Wenshu had demons, she was afraid that Liulang would provoke people, and when the demons would attack and the six relatives would not recognize it, it was not a joke.

She pressed one hand on Rokuro's head, signaling him to be honest.

Shen Wenshu still didn't say anything in the end, and bent down to pick up the broken Wufu Sword.

He put the broken sword into Qiankun's sleeve and said lightly, "You have a good rest." ”

After saying that, he silently turned around and left.

Yang Rongrong closed the door and climbed back into bed to sleep.

By the time she woke up again, it was already the third day of the day.

She felt much more energetic and her body became more energetic.

Thinking of the flower tea she drank last night, she immediately took out the mirror from her bag.

In the mirror, she still has gray hair, but the wrinkles on her face have become much less, and she looks like she is fifty years old at most.

Yang Rongrong smiled with satisfaction, it seems that the head of the house did not fool her, that quenching coriander is really useful!

She changed her clothes and pushed the door open and walked out in high spirits.

When she passed by the guest room, she found that the room was empty, and Shen Wenshu was nowhere to be seen.

Yang Rongrong guessed that he should go to the back mountain to practice swords.

There is a kitchen in the small bamboo building, and Yang Rongrong took out flour from the Qiankun bag, rolled up his sleeves, and turned into a Haidilao waiter on the spot, performing a wonderful noodle throwing.

Little Yellow Chicken and Rokuro, as the only two audiences, were stunned when they watched it.

I didn't expect her to have such a hand!

The noodles are out of the pan, drizzled with sesame oil and chopped green onions, and the fragrance comes to the nose.

Rokuro's saliva flowed out.

While they were eating, an uninvited guest suddenly arrived.

Yun Jie pushed open the courtyard door, and what came into view was a picture of an aunt squatting at the door of the house with a child sucking noodles.

He couldn't help but be stunned, and only after a while did he call out in disbelief.

"Senior Sister Sang Chun?"

Yang Rongrong raised his head from the noodle bowl, and after seeing the person clearly, he quickly swallowed the noodles and grinned at him.

"Yo, it's too rare to call me senior sister!"

When she smiled, she revealed the green onions on her teeth.

Yun Jie's immediate confirmation that this gray-haired aunt was Sang Chun!

Yesterday, he searched in Jinqiu City all day, but failed to find any trace of Sang Chun, until his mother also came to Jinqiu City, he knew that Sang Chun had already been brought back to Xianyun Sect by Uncle Shen.

So he immediately rushed back to the sect without stopping.

It's time to ask for tickets again, ask for tickets~~~~

(End of chapter)