The first thing Wang Zhi found after waking up was not the change in his cultivation, nor the enhancement of any part of his body, but his stomach...... Hungrier.

A series of grunts sounded in his stomach, accompanied by a burst of colic, which made Wang Zhi's face pull up in a very short time.

At this time, Wang Zhi's eyes were red, he felt that he could no longer describe himself as hungry, this was the painful feeling of not eating for several lifetimes!

Looking up at the sky, Wang Zhi hurriedly packed up his things and trotted to the place where the stove house was halfway up the mountainside.

In the process of running, Wang Zhi felt that all the soreness in his body was swept away, and the heavy buckets and other things in the past were much lighter, and after running for so long, he didn't even change the frequency of panting.

It's just that soon Wang Zhi's face was distorted and deformed by hunger, and if anyone saw his appearance at this time, they would definitely think that this was a peerless murderer.

Leaving all doubts behind, Wang Zhi now cares about only one thing.

Rice!

In the stove room, Sun Hu glanced at the vacant position beside him, and put down the rice bowl as big as a basin with a sad face.

Wang Zhi didn't come back last night, and I heard that he was instructed by Zhao Qian's guy to fetch water, but he missed dinner.

But this morning, Sun Hu went to his residence to look for it, and found that there was not even a single figure.

Thinking that Mo was hungry last night, so he hurried out to the stove room to eat this morning? Sun Hu came directly to the stove room after coming out of Wang Zhi's place.

As a result, after looking around, I still didn't find Wang Zhi's figure.

As Wang Zhi's only friend in the Imperial Sword Sect, Sun Hu was deeply worried about him. After all, although this Imperial Sword Sect seems to be peaceful, they all know that every year, there are always a few unlucky guys who die because they offend someone or what strange things have happened.

"Alas. ”

Sun Hu sighed, looking at the delicious food in front of him, he even had the desire to eat.

Where the hell did Xiao Zhi go?

Just when Sun Hu wondered if Zhao Qian had used some tricks, a loud noise sounded from the door of the stove room.

"Bang!"

A huge wooden board slammed into the ground, splashing dust, and a stunned figure stood in the doorway, looking at his palm, puzzled, not knowing what he was thinking.

As soon as Sun Hu saw the familiar figure, his sadness was suddenly swept away, and he got up and waved his hand while shouting.

"Xiaochi, here!"

Wang Zhi glanced at the door panel lying on the ground, and a clear handprint on it seemed to be branded on it, not big or small, but it just matched his palm.

This made the corners of his mouth twitch a few times.

It's just that at this moment, a series of rumbling sounds sounded in his stomach, and the fatal hunger came back again, and Wang Zhi, who was driven by this hunger, no longer had the heart to think about what was going on.

How can you endure the current food!

Wang Zhi went straight through the group of still sluggish miscellaneous servants and came to Sun Hu's side, and he didn't even have time to say hello, and directly picked up the huge "rice bowl" in front of Sun Hu.

Wang Zhi still has an impression of this thing, it seems that Sun Hu dislikes the rice bowl in the stove room is too small, and it is not pleasant to eat, so he cut down the tree himself and made a big one.

At this time, Sun Hu saw Wang Zhi picking up his own rice bowl, and he stopped talking. It's not that he is reluctant, or disgusted or anything, but in his opinion, with the amount of food that the king has, it is a pure waste to use his own rice bowl!

But for the sake of him not eating last night, Sun Hu expressed his understanding.

It's just that he can use the small bowl that can't eat a few bites again, he can't bear it, and he's not very hungry anyway, so Sun Hu sat down, watched Wang Zhi eat, and thought about waiting for him to finish eating, and then ask him where he went last night.

"Xiaozhi, you eat slowly, no one will rob you. ”

Wang Zhi didn't listen, and still pulled the rice in the basin into his mouth, as if he was a starving ghost in his previous life.

Sun Hu was not angry, after all, he was hungry, and Sun Hu himself understood this feeling very well.

It's just that Sun Hu's face has changed in a short period of time, and the miscellaneous servants who paid attention to this place because the door panel was demolished have also grown their mouths.

Because of the speed of Wang Zhi's eating, and the amount of food.

I saw that Sun Hu's bowl, the big bowl of rice, had become empty in just a few breaths, as if it had been cleaned, and Wang Zhi went to make another bowl of rice after eating, but it was soon finished again, so he made another one.

In the end, the people in the stove room directly brought five buckets, two buckets of vegetables and three buckets of rice.

So in the amazed eyes of everyone, Wang Zhi quickly settled the four wooden barrels, and was engaged in a fierce battle with the food in the last wooden barrel.

And the cook in the stove room standing in the distance, looking at the hot scene on Wang Zhi's side, began to cry silently, and secretly sighed whether he should find another errand.

God, it's very sad to have Sun Hu a rice bucket in the miscellaneous office.

But what's going on with this, this is not just a rice bucket, this is a rice bowl!

I don't offend you on weekdays, so don't kill them all like this.

Watching Wang Zhi swallow the food in the two wooden barrels after dividing it by two, the chef seemed to have foreseen his miserable life of being tired of cooking in the future, and the tears in his eyes flickered, and finally shed tears of despair.

Here, Wang Zhi slowly dug out a few vegetable leaves from the bottom of the two wooden barrels, and then pulled two strokes in the other bucket to dig out the last bit of rice.

After a few bites of the last meal, Wang Zhi patted his belly contentedly, and after a full burp, he showed a satisfied expression.

"Xiaozhi, you...... Are you possessed by a youkai?"

Sun Hu's voice trembled a little, he thought that his amount of food did not talk about the entire sect, but he should be second to none in this miscellaneous office, but he didn't expect that Xiaozhi, who was inconspicuous on weekdays, would be so ......

Hidden?

After eating, Wang Zhi touched his stomach and found that there was nothing unusual, not even a hint of bulging. This surprised him a little.

He was surprised that he had eaten so much today, but he was driven by hunger and couldn't stop.

And after regaining his senses, Wang Zhi was also a little afraid, if he supported himself to death, it would be a big joke.

As a result, Wang Zhi found that his stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit, and so many meals entered his belly but did not even bulge at all. Moreover, Wang Zhi now feels that his whole body is full of strength, and his spirit is also very sufficient.

Looks like nothing is going on.

"What are you talking about, isn't it just that you have eaten too much, don't you know me yet?" Facing Sun Hu's inquiry, Wang Zhi rolled his eyes.

Eating too much...... Dot?

Sun Hu secretly slandered himself, if you eat more, it is estimated that the sect will make you poor. There were not a few handymen present who had the same idea as him, and they looked at Wang Zhi as if they saw a monster.

The person in the stove room next to him wanted to say something, but he showed a frightened expression, and finally twisted like a young lady who had not left the cabinet.

"That...... Brother Wang Zhi, this door panel ...... You see...... Do you want to pay for it?"

After saying this, the man hurriedly squeezed behind the miscellaneous servants, as if he was afraid that the king would come to him.

Wang Zhi was dumbfounded and spoke.

"I'll be responsible for repairing the door panel, but shouldn't the door panel of your stove room be replaced, why is it broken when you push it, it can't be in disrepair, right?"

At this time, the cook in the stove room, who was still crying silently just now, felt that his life was hopeless, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Wang Zhi.

The door panel of your house has only been in disrepair for a long time, and our stove room is notoriously rich, will there be no spirit stone to repair a door panel?

It's a door panel made of black iron trees that is more than 100 years old, right?

Do you know that the cultivation of the fifth layer of qi refining can't leave a trace on it?

Still in disrepair?

Phew!

However, although the chef scolded Wang Zhi in his heart, he still didn't have the courage to say a word in front of him.

Why?

For he saw a palm print deeply imprinted on the door panel, something that had not existed until today.

The chef looked at Wang Zhi's thin body and couldn't help but think, people really can't be disfigured!

Wang Zhi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw so many people around him staring at him. So after saying goodbye to Sun Hu and discussing with the people in the stove room, after coming back tonight to repair the door panel, Wang Zhi hurriedly left the stove room with his things.

Watching his figure disappear into the doorway, I don't know who was the first to exhale heavily, followed by panting, as if everyone had put down a burden.

When Wang Zhi was still here before, everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe.

It's like a flock of sheep meeting the king of beasts.

......

Leaving the stove room, Wang Zhi hurried to the Treasure Pavilion.

The mountain road that was rough and difficult to walk yesterday has become smooth today, and combined with his experience in the stove room just now, Wang Zhi understands that something has changed.

It must be because of the cultivation method taught by that villain.

Wang Zhi still had a lot of doubts in his heart, such as why his cultivation had not increased, and how Zhuji cultivated last night, and why he had no impression at all.

By the way, I felt a pain like my body exploding last night, but what happened next?

Wang Zhi patted his braincase and found that he really didn't have any impression.

Well, let's look into it yourself when you're free.

Today, Wang Zhi only spent half of yesterday's time to reach the Treasure Pavilion, carefully pushing open the vermilion wooden door, Wang Zhi, who had already noticed that his body had changed, finally did not cause any tragedy this time, which also made him breathe a sigh of relief.

After looking around, Wang Zhi finally found Uncle Jin who was sleeping with a wine gourd in a corner.

Seeing his drunken appearance, Wang Zhi gave up his plan to say good morning, and after cleaning it up, he finally had time to take a closer look at his body.

Immersing his mind in his own body, Wang Zhi was like five thunderbolts when he saw his body for the first time.

How did my body become like this!?