In a small wooden house.

The deer does not wake up slowly in a dull ache in the body.

The scarred body suffered from pain in no less than twenty places during the light exercise.

But compared to the previous battle, the pain now seemed a little dispensable.

As the pain subsides, the dark vision breaks open an ellipse.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a dilapidated wooden roof.

The body was warm, and when I looked down, I was covered with an old-fashioned cotton quilt.

The shabby clothes were replaced with a neat white coat at some point.

The small room is filled with a refreshing fragrance... It's kind of like the taste of a pot.

Looks like someone is cooking?

Who saved me?

Holding his sore head, the deer sat up with great difficulty.

"Yo, you're awake?"

A kind and unfamiliar man's voice appeared at the right time.

The curtain was lifted, and a young man who looked to be in his twenties, dressed in modern and neat clothes, walked in.

Well, Meng Xiang's appearance reminded Lu Buwei of what happened before he fell into a coma.

Meng Xiang saw that the deer did not wake up, although he still had a smile on his face, but he felt a little strange in his heart.

Wait, this picture feels familiar.

Lu Buwei's idiotic face made Meng Xiang can't help but recall the scene when he was rescued by Ming Tian.

Ah, my expression must have been similar to that of a deer at that time, right?

"Did you save me?" asked Lu Buwei, holding his aching head.

Well, even the lines are the same.

At that time, after Lu Buwei was unconscious, Meng Xiang carried him away from Yongling Lake.

After all, the task is to find Lu Buwei, and he can't leave him alone, and he has to join the Five Tiger Generals next, so he simply took him to the Valley of the Rotten Spirits.

It just so happened that two kilometers away from the border of the Valley of the Rotten Spirits, Meng Xiang found this small cabin, which could just be used as a stronghold.

All actions will be discussed after the arrival of the Five Tigers.

The deer was not, although he tricked him before he fell unconscious, Meng Xiang still fed him a big pill.

Now, his severed arm has regenerated and his eyeballs have recovered, but he looks a little weak for the time being.

This picture is too similar to the scene when he was rescued by Ming Tian, Meng Xiang couldn't help but learn from Ming Tian, and cooked a meal for Lu Buwei when he was unconscious.

Coincidentally, when the meal was ready, the deer woke up.

"Come, let's have something to eat first. ”

Just like Ming Tian did at the beginning, Meng Xiang came to the bedside with the dishes on his face, with a smile similar to that of Ming Tian that day.

"Uh, thanks... Thank you. Somewhat dazed, the deer was obviously not used to this sudden kindness.

Obviously I was mocking me before I fell unconscious, and now he is still so good to me, what is he thinking in his heart?

The tired deer was not able to use omniscient nature because of his temporary physical exhaustion, nor could he perceive Meng Xiang's psychology.

Forget it, let's take a bite first.

For Meng Xiang's kindness, Lu Buwei still has a trace of gratitude.

Bow your head, pick up your chopsticks, and...

Click.

Gratitude shattered.

"That's... I want to ask, what is this?"

The deer didn't feel his cheek muscles twitch uncontrollably.

Meng Xiang smiled harmlessly: "The food I prepared for you." ”

"Cooking..."

Lu Buwei poked lightly twice with chopsticks.

The black paint is black, and the texture of the poke is a bit like the coal at the bottom of the pot that has just been scraped off.

What the is this cooking?

No, no, no, it's not something to eat, it's just just burned coal, right?

"I want to ask what kind of food this is. The deer swallowed his saliva.

Meng Xiang smiled as kindly as a father.

"The gruel I made for you... Hehe, I'm a little bad at cooking, a little mushy. ”

"It's a bit mushy, you can actually boil porridge into coals, are you made of lava?! I can't even see the shape of rice!!

Lu Buwei looked at Meng Xiang dumbfounded.

"Hee-hee, I'm sorry. Meng Xiang was scolded by him, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue and smiling embarrassedly.

"I'm scolding you!!You're laughing at you?!"

"You can't blame me, I've never cooked, maybe it's because I added some Gangara meat to make it like this. ”

Meng Xiang was a little embarrassed and tried to excuse himself.

"What is Gangaramon?" asked the deer, confused and confused.

“emmm... I heard that the ingredients I collected when I was in other planes were delicious, but I didn't know how to cook, so they were always in my storage space. Don't underestimate Gangaramon, this rock-based monster is strong..."

"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing, don't talk about it. ”

Lu Buwei slapped Meng Xiang directly on the face.

Look down at the coal-like bowl in this bowl... The so-called cuisine.

No, it's not a dish by any means, is it?

Is this guy really an Immeasurable Immortal Emperor? It doesn't matter what Gangara Beast you add or something else, I don't care what Gangara Beast is.

You're just mixing some kind of unidentified creature with rice and passing it through the stove into some kind of unidentified object, right?

The matter of Meng Xiang and Mingtian, Lu Buwei knows, after all, he is omniscient.

But...

Why did Mingtian's plot become such a dilemma when this guy was in the lead?

Is this guy really a Infinite Immortal Emperor?

The Immeasurable Immortal Emperor is the limit of immortals, the immortal of immortals!

The immortal among the Nima immortals is actually such a fool, what kind of great immortal realm outside the Nine Continents, how sad is it?

No...

You deserve to be impeached by the immortals!

"You don't want to eat?" Meng Xiang pouted a little shocked.

"You might as well kill me. "The deer didn't push aside the food for some disgust.

"yes, that's a pity. ”

Meng Xiang helplessly watched as he had cooked on high heat for eighteen hours without adding water, and the porridge he had painstakingly boiled out was disgusted by him, so he could only withdraw the dishes lonely.

Looking at the back of Meng Xiang who left with porridge, Lu Buwei felt Meng Xiang's disappointment.

It is true that deer do not do anything for the sake of the race, but that does not mean that deer are not ruthless.

In fact, the deer is not for the big things, but still the same as ordinary people.

Seeing that Meng Xiang was lonely because of himself, he felt a little guilty.

After all, Meng Xiang saved me, and I didn't eat a bite, which was a little unpleasant.

Lu didn't think so, but decided to stop Meng Xiang and take a bite of his porridge, but...

"Wangcai, good, he won't eat you. ”

As soon as Lu Buwei stretched out his hand, before he could speak, he saw Meng Xiang open the door, and a wild yellow dog squatting at the door from nowhere.

Meng Xiang handed the "porridge" that the deer did not eat to the dog.

The wild dog was skinny, obviously hungry, and didn't even smell it, so he cooed and frantically nibbled on the food handed by the kind man in front of him, and then...

"Wang... Uh-huh......"

After taking a bite, the wild dog suddenly let out a mournful howl.

I saw that the wild dog's eyes were white, he foamed at the mouth on the spot, kicked his feet, rolled over on his side, and after struggling a few times, he hiccuped.

Deer is not for: "........."

It's great that I didn't eat this guy's stuff!

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