When the moonlight was thick, Qin Ziyue returned to Ziyue Palace with Jiang Chen in her arms.

Qin Ziyue sat on the stone steps in front of the palace with him in her arms, took out a Essence Blood Pill, and brought it to Jiang Chen's mouth.

"Xiaobai, eat, the doctor said, this thing will help you recover. ”

Jiang Chen sniffed the Essence Blood Pill on the side of his mouth, and the thick smell of blood made him can't help but turn his head away, unwilling to swallow this kind of Bloody Pill without the slightest technical content.

Jiang Chennai was a disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect, proficient in the way of swords, but did not know much about the art of alchemy.

But as the old saying goes, haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run?

Jiang Chen, as a genius disciple of the Taixu Sword Sect, naturally spared no effort in the Sword Sect's cultivation of him, and during the hundreds of years of his growth, he was specially equipped with a skilled alchemist to refine various precious elixirs for him.

Jiang Chen, who had eaten so many precious pills, could tell at a glance that the so-called essence blood pill in front of him was to forcibly refine the essence blood of some demon beasts with a simple refining technique, which was also the reason why it had a strong smell of blood.

The memory of being a human made him instinctively resist this beast life of 'drinking blood and devouring flesh', and naturally he didn't want to eat this essence blood pill.

"Xiaobai, why don't you eat it. ”

Qin Ziyue saw the little white tiger in her arms behaving like this, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, Qin Ziyue thought of the scene when some slaves and maids in the palace took care of the concubines' children, and had a plan.

She slowly brought the Essence Blood Pill to her mouth, squinted at the other party, and said softly: "Xiaobai, if you don't eat it, I can eat it~ It's gone after eating~"

Children can't see their own things being possessed by others, Qin Ziyue saw that the little white tiger looked similar to a child, so she thought of this trick.

It's just that how could she have imagined that the body of the little white tiger in front of her was the soul of an adult.

Seeing her demeanor, Jiang Chen couldn't help but roll his eyes, and the vivid disdain made Qin Ziyue stunned, and suddenly felt that he was so stupid......

She recalled the words of the old doctor before, and thought of the three little things she had summoned before, and felt that the little white tiger in front of her was indeed very different from them.

......

There are some things that can't be hidden at all.

In the middle of the night, an old slave hurriedly walked into a large-scale palace, this palace is called 'Longyue Palace', which is the current lord of Xuanyue Kingdom, Qin Mingzheng's palace.

On the dragon collapsed under the light veil, a figure slowly sat up: "It's the middle of the night, what's the matter?"

"Lord of the country, an hour ago, the sixth prince and General Yuan's only son, Yuan Chenghuan, sneaked into the palace of the ninth princess and wanted to do something wrong to her. ”

As soon as these words came out, the man on the dragon collapse immediately snorted coldly: "Qin Zhuo and Yuan Chenghuan are too bold, well, listening to your tone, things are not going for the worst." ”

"The lord of the kingdom is wise. After naturally patting a horse, the old slave continued: "Unexpectedly, the little white tiger summoned by the Ninth Princess today broke out at a critical moment and instantly killed the python leopard that Yuan Chenghuan had raised for three years!"

The light veil was lifted, Qin Mingzheng got up and got out of bed, looked down at the old slave in front of him condescendingly, and said in disbelief: "The little thing of the Yellow Order Yipin instantly killed Yuan Chenghuan's python leopard? Are you sure this news is true?"

Old slave: "At first, the old slave didn't believe it, but after confirming it a few times, he had to believe it. ”

Qin Mingzheng walked back and forth a few steps, raised his head and said to the old slave: "The judgment under the demon mirror should be good, although the potential strength is enough to judge the future of a summoned beast, but it is not that nothing has happened in ten thousand, in this way, you have secretly observed the little white tiger in the past few days to see if it is really an example of one in ten thousand." ”

"Yes, Lord. ”

After the old slave left, Qin Mingzheng walked out of the palace, looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed lightly: "The spirit of the Zhenguo is getting weaker and weaker, when will I be able to find the Zhenguo Giant Demon that can replace it......"

The sky was slightly bright.

In the room, Qin Ziyue shook her head helplessly and walked to the bed, and the little white tiger not far away curled up on the small soft bed, with the essence blood pill and some 'bloody' slices of fine meat in front of him.

For these things, the little white tiger doesn't look at them, which is why Qin Ziyue is helpless.

Qin Ziyue, who had been circling all night, was already exhausted, and she had no choice but to go and rest first.

It didn't take long for Jiang Chen, who was curled up on the small soft bed, to raise his little head and realize that Qin Ziyue had fallen asleep.

Then, he got up, took a plate of lean meat, and slipped out of the room.

To say that Jiang Daochen is not hungry is false.

The problem was that he couldn't swallow these pieces of flesh stained with red blood.

In the silence of the dawn, a pair of eyes looked at the little thing that was biting and dragging a plate of slices of meat, not knowing what he was going to do.

Kitchen?

When a fire lit up in the kitchen, the old slave who was peeping in the dark was stunned for a long time.

He silently dived to the roof of the kitchen, gently pushed open a red tile, and looked at the kitchen.

The pitch-black pupils retracted violently, and the old slave, who was accustomed to strong winds and waves, rubbed his eyes vigorously, looking like a ghost.

Under the kitchen, I saw that the little thing was constantly wandering between the various seasonings.

He seemed to be a little unfamiliar with these seasonings, constantly sniffing them with his nose, and sometimes reaching out his little paws to pull some out of his mouth and putting them in his mouth.

It didn't take long for the pot to heat up, and the little thing poured some oil into the pot, and after waiting for a while, he poured in the lean slices of meat on the plate, and then ......

"Oh my God, this little thing can still hold a spoon!"

That picture was so weird that the old slave was so frightened that he was only dreaming.

On the cauldron, Jiang Chen, who was struggling to fry meat, didn't notice a pair of trembling eyes on the roof, and only wanted to make a bowl of delicious dishes.

When he was in Kyushu, Jiang Chen was the son of a chef before he entered the Taixu Sword Sect, and under the influence of his ears and eyes, he would naturally cook some simple food, and later even if he reached the realm of Bigu, he would make some good things from time to time to treat his internal organs.

The smell of meat wafted into the roof, attracting the surprise of the old slaves.

It didn't take long for a plate of sliced meat to be fried.

After Jiang Chen pulled them into the dishes, he couldn't wait to eat them.

He was so hungry.

"The taste is a little worse, hey, the little paws are just not good, and I can't hold on to the spoon......"

When he had eaten almost, Jiang Chen jumped off the table and returned to the room satisfied.

Soon after he left, the old slave on the roof sneaked into the kitchen again, looked at the dishes on the table, and carefully grabbed some residual meat foam and put it into his mouth.

After a while, the old slave said to himself: "I put too much salt, but the wisdom of this little thing can be regarded as a demon among beasts, stir-frying...... Even the adult who was hidden in the depths of the palace would not have been able to do so when he was a child. ”

While talking to himself, the old slave hurriedly left Ziyue Palace and rushed to Longyue Palace.

Dragon Moon Palace.

Qin Mingzheng had already woken up, and was sitting in front of the coffee table drinking refreshing morning tea, when he saw the old slave who came in a hurry, he couldn't help asking, "You're back so soon?"

"Lord of the country, demon, that little thing is really a demon!"

Hearing this, Qin Mingzheng raised his eyebrows sharply, and became interested: "Oh, it seems that something interesting has happened to you to say such a thing, let's hear it." ”

"Lord of the country, the old slave saw the little thing summoned by the ninth princess...... Unexpectedly...... I even fried a plate of slightly salty cooked meat!"

Burst!

The mighty Qin Mingzheng thought that he was ready in his heart, but when he heard the old slave say this, he was still caught off guard and squirted out a mouthful of fragrant tea.

Stir-fried meat?

Little White Tiger?

Qin Mingzheng couldn't imagine that picture anyway......