Ling Ze's eyebrows were faint, and his tone was even lighter.

"If the shark hunting shark is not good-looking, you will smile so brightly? Don't eat it! This meal is not delicious. ”

He took the bowl from Shuhua's hand and covered the big copper tripod tightly with the lid.

Shuhua looked at his empty hand and asked directly, "Is the seat retaliating?" ”

Ling Ze turned his back to her and paused for a moment before saying, "Of course not, I am your boss, if you are wrong, I will seriously point it out and will not retaliate." ”

Shuhua didn't believe it: "But you won't let me eat!" Among the new benefits you announced, you promised to keep us well fed! ”

Lingze was silent and began to face-to-face.

"Hey!" Xiao Yudi said happily: "Si Zuo seems to want to make you delicious, he really thinks that soup and rice are not delicious." ”

Well, although it was promised in the welfare, it didn't say that the seat should cook for her.

Shuhua was ashamed and took the initiative to step forward: "I'll meet you." ”

Lingze silently stepped aside, walked to the side and began to chop meat and vegetables, and peel shrimp.

"Is the priest going to be Jiao'er, or is it pie?" Shuhua happily smashed the dough with a "thump" sound.

"Jiao'er." Lingze is concise and to the point, and his eyelashes are half-drooping, covering all emotions.

"The noodles are ready, give me the shrimp." Shuhua took it, and a spell was played, and all the shrimp shells faded clean.

Obviously, many things can be done quickly with the help of spells, but the seat is purely manual, which is too much of a waste of time.

Ling Ze glanced at her, didn't say anything, and continued with the filling.

Shuhua felt a deep disgust.

She knows that when she lives to the highest level, she will pursue pure handiwork in everything.

Otherwise, people chant poems and lyrics to flowers and plants, she said, this flower is not delicious, that flower cannot be eaten, of course it must be despised.

It doesn't matter, people, each has its own way of living, it's better to talk about what you're good at.

She began to discuss business with the priest: "After I left with the castle lord, what did Saitama do?" ”

Ling Ze carefully prepared the filling, and replied unhurriedly: "Turn the whole city over and find my stubble." ”

Shuhua asked casually, "Are you okay?" ”

Without waiting for Ling Ze to answer, she made up for it herself.

"You're invincible, of course you're fine. It's a pity that this matter can't be solved by pure force, otherwise with a wave of your robe's sleeves, we will all return to the Ruyi Hall at this time. ”

"I don't know how Ah Sha is, whether she has healed or not. I don't know what happened to the captain and the deer demon, and if they are safe and sound......"

While pinching the dough and rolling the dough, she rarely talked much.

"The deer demon said that he is very good at cooking, and wants to join our team, let me give him a chance to try the dishes, if he can survive, I will try it when he goes back."

"Are you suffocated because you can't talk because you're pretending to be a bear?" Ling Ze frowned, and the range of action of stirring the filling was particularly large, and it made a clanging sound.

"He thinks you talk a lot, and you're in a very bad mood, so I guess no one cares." A small raindrop sharply reminded Shuhua.

Shuhua silently closed his mouth and shrank into the corner to cultivate.

The seat was very loud and a little noisy, so she simply completely closed her five senses and completely fell into cultivation.

Ling Ze sighed softly.

A puddle of transparent water soaked in through the crack in the door, and spread silently along the ground towards the soles of the two men's feet.

Lingze quietly continued to wrap Jiao'er, boiling water, steaming, boiling, and frying.

Shuhua opened his eyes refreshed and found that he had returned to his original appearance.

There are hot Jiao'er ears on the table, and there are various methods, steamed, boiled, and fried, all of which are complete.

The dough is strong, the Lingmai is full of fragrance, not thin or thick, just right, the filling is rich, tender and juicy, and you can lose your teeth fresh when you bite into it.

Shuhua couldn't help but be grateful, if the secretary could consistently contract three meals a day, she was willing to follow him on missions all the time, and she was willing to look at his stinky face and coax him.

There was a loud bang outside.

Someone shouted: "There's an accident in the file building!" ”

She quickly got up to watch, only to see Qiong Yu and Ling Ze fighting on the roof of the dossier.

Qiongyu appeared in its original form, and the young and strong dragon body coiled Ling Ze in it, its eyes and claws opened angrily, and its red mane exploded like spikes.

"Roar~" The dragon groaned, Shuhua was dizzy and his head was swollen, his eardrums were tingling and bleeding, and his soul trembled.

This comes from the natural advantage of the species.

The mirage is a dragon, and when it turns into its original form, its combat power can skyrocket.

At this moment, Qiongyu already has the combat power of the peak of true immortals.

But I don't know what's going on, the weapon in Ling Ze's hand is not Harusawa Qin, but a shovel for stir-frying!

Shuhua raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he didn't know where the fool came from to turn into such an illusion.

The priest has always been wise and martial, how can he use a stir-fry shovel as a weapon? It's really a lie.

She turned around and took a plate of Jiao'er, and watched while eating, relishing and never being fooled.

Then, she saw Ling Ze turn around and look at her faintly.

This glance is very wrong, it is too real to be fake.

Shuhua fell into deep thought: "Little raindrop, do you think, is this true or false?" ”

Little Raindrop wasn't sure either: "Let's take another look." ”

Suddenly, I saw many mirages circling and flying, surrounding Lingze, and all kinds of magic weapons rained down.

Ling Ze first endured it, and while fighting, his figure skyrocketed, and his eyes showed red light, which was about to be ferocious.

Shuhua's expression became serious, she put down her plate and pulled out the giant axe.

"Roar~" The mirage roared collectively, forming a formation, and the minions with cold light tore towards Lingze.

They are not afraid of death, and they go forward one after another, but they are still not Lingze's opponents.

Qiongyu let out a roar, and the mirages circled and wound with their long and sturdy dragon bodies, imprisoning Lingze in it and pressing it down.

There was a loud "boom", and the dossier building was overwhelmed and finally collapsed.

The fire rose up, engulfing the dossier building, Lingze, and the mirage dragon, and the blazing air rushed towards him, roasting Shuhua's face painfully.

Little Raindrop exclaimed: "It's the Golden Crow Fire!" ”

With a strange roar, he jumped out of the spirit beast bag and plunged into the water tank.

Shuhua did not hesitate to protect his body with his roots, plunged into the fire, saw the dragon slaying the dragon, and just wanted to find Lingze as soon as possible.

It's likely to be a fantasy, but what if it's real?

The golden crow fire was so fierce and ferocious that she felt that her whole son was going to be burned, and the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe.

But she never found Lingze.

She panicked: "Sizao, Sizao, are you still alive?" ”

A large, hot hand reached out from the flames, grabbed her hard, and dragged her through.

Then, Shuhua was tightly embraced by a hot body.

The burning pain of the flames was gone, and a sharp pain in the chest followed.

She shouted, "It hurts! ”

The cold waves of water instantly enveloped her whole body, the fire faded, and there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

Shuhua opened his eyes and saw Ling Ze standing two steps away from her, looking at her quietly, his eyes sad and desperate.

And also~

(End of chapter)