It's night, a wood.

The sky was dark, and the surroundings were quiet, and there was a rustling of insects.

In the darkness, there was a bright firelight beating, the fire exploded crackling sparks, the warm light illuminated the surrounding darkness, and the powerful aura that permeated it also discouraged all the watching demon beasts.

Xie Qingci, who was lying on the ground sleeping, suddenly moved his eyelashes, and then slowly opened his eyes. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a dark forest shadow overhead, and a faint moonlight flowing out of the gap.

The wind forest is rustling, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.

Where is this?

Xie Qingci tried to move his body, and found that he was soft underneath, and although he was lying on the ground, he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

She glanced sideways and saw a thick and soft blanket of soft leaves and petals. The clothes on the upper body were half lifted at some point, and the right side was a little cool, and the snow-white ketone body was slightly exposed.

The wound on her body seemed to have been cleaned up, and her injured right breast was bandaged with a black band, like a bandeau. It seems to be filled with the smell of medicinal herbs.

"Master, are you awake?" a somewhat hoarse male voice sounded.

She looked up and saw on the other side of the fire, a skeleton in a black robe looking at her, holding a charred wooden stick in his hand, which seemed to be arching the fire.

That face was an ordinary skull, and the skull's eyes were black and he couldn't see anything clearly, but Xie Qingci felt that he was happy.

As her mind gradually cleared up, her eyes moved slightly, remembering the last moment before she fell asleep, and asked:

"We've escaped...... Where's this?"

"This is a hidden forest in Longcheng, about thousands of miles away from the Tong family. The slave has been investigated, and this place is sparsely populated, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being. The skeleton replied obediently, pulling a crockpot from the fire as he spoke, and muttered, "Master, it's time to take your medicine." ”

"Oh, oh. She replied in a somewhat stunned voice, and saw the skeleton quickly pour the black potion into a thick bowl and bring it carefully.

She propped herself up on the blanket, and reached out to take the thick bowl.

She looked down and saw the black, almost mushy medicinal juice inside, and her expression changed greatly.

Good...... It's disgusting.

Her brows furrowed, and her nose leaned forward to smell it, it was the smell of bitter plant ash, but there was no aura.

She hesitated, "These don't seem to be spirit grasses?"

The skeleton couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. As if thinking of something, his expression relaxed, forgetting the slave name, and the hoarse male voice seemed a little simple:

"Hehe, this is the recipe that my mother taught before, and it is most effective for the kind of injuries you get while hunting. I also helped to apply the herbs to the knife wound on the chest, and the wound was already healed. ”

When Xie Qingci heard this, she lowered her head and pulled the black cloth bandaged on her chest, and saw that there was a layer of ordinary herbs she didn't know inside, and the wound was covered by ordinary herbs, and she was already unknowingly infected with blood.

Xie Qingci: ......

Her expression became extremely cold, and the skeleton that was still excited saw her face change instantly, and her proud appearance immediately collapsed, and she couldn't help but ask weakly, "Master...... Isn't there something wrong......

With a blank face, she pushed aside the herbs inside, took out a small bottle of medicinal powder from the storage ring and sprinkled it on the wound, without saying a word.

The skeleton stood by stupidly like a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong, looking a little overwhelmed.

Although he had a tendon, he also sensed that his master didn't seem to be very happy.

Xie Qingci simply treated the scabbed wound on his body, looked sideways at the somewhat restless skeleton, raised his eyebrows, and said, "You come here." ”

"Oh......" The skeleton approached a little stupidly, half-kneeling on the ground, looking at Xie Qingci who was sitting cross-legged, looking a little weak.

Seeing this, she explained helplessly: "Remember, I am a monk, not a mortal body. The medicine that wounds mortals caused by the fights of the monks is useless. ”

She looked at the skeleton's somewhat confused look, and her heart moved: "Aren't you a monk before?"

The skeleton nodded.

Xie Qingci looked at the skeleton with some surprise, and suddenly realized something. No wonder she felt that he was out of order when he was fighting with the Yuan Infant Demon Lord, and he would only twist a brute force to run around, it turned out that ......

She suddenly thought of something, her expression became serious, and she asked, "Then since you weren't a monk before, how can you be a slave?"

Not everyone understands the deed. How did this skeleton who wasn't a monk learn to make a contract with her?

"This, this ......"

Seeing that he was a little entangled, Xie Qingci narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy: "I am now the master of your contract, your life is mine, you must answer my words, you can't hide them." "The voice is sharp.

The skeleton lowered his head: "Slave, slave is not clear, but after breaking the ban...... I just, looking at you, thinking that you would be my only way out, and naturally I made a contract. ”

"Really?" Xie Qingci raised his eyebrows, emphasized again, and his voice was categorical: "Do you dare to look at me and swear?"

The skeleton raised its head, looked at her with black eyes, and raised a few hand bones: "The slave swears, he definitely did not deceive the master, the slave really doesn't know what the slave contract is." If the oath is violated, the slave will not die well, and the sky will thunder. ”

"Sa"

In an instant, the light of the Heavenly Dao flashed, proving that the oath was established.

Xie Qingci waited patiently, and found that nothing happened after a while, so he believed that what he said was true. Suddenly my heart fell into doubt.

How could it be so strange that a little skeleton was really recruited as a slave for such an inexplicable reason?

She thought it was ridiculous, but she really didn't know how to explain it, so she could only dismiss it as an accident.

Seeing that her expression softened, the skeleton seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then went to the fire and pulled out a clay pot, and placed it in front of her attentively: "Master, look. ”

Xie Qingci opened the tile cover with some curiosity, and suddenly a compelling smell of meat came out of it, and the aroma soared to the sky, sweeping the piece.

This is......!

Xie Qingci's eyes lit up, and he looked at it and found that there was a golden roast chicken inside. The flesh is crystal clear and fragrant, making people smell the stool and saliva overflowing, and the index finger moves.

The skeleton's voice sounded, like a heavenly sound: "Master, this is a roast pheasant specially made for you by the slave, and if you are injured, you have to make up for it." Are you satisfied?"

"Not bad!" Xie Qingci's voice was categorically loud and full of energy, and he praised with satisfaction, "You did a good job", and immediately tore open a chicken wing and stuffed it into his mouth, completely ignoring his image, with a happy face.

“...... Roar to eat ......"

The heat and time of the roast are just right, and it is tender and smooth, fragrant and crispy, which is superb.

Xie Qingci almost burst into tears when he ate, feeling that it was really not easy.

I've lived for more than ten years, and I haven't eaten such delicious meat.

As for reminding this skeleton that she was a monk who could open the valley, she had already buried it deep in the earth, and stepped on it a few times to ensure that it was buried thickly. She decided never to tell him this, she desperately needed him to keep making her food.

Xie Qingci was gnawing on the chicken leg while looking at the soft blanket of flowers and plants under his buttocks, and suddenly felt that it was good to take a slave.