Like most villages inhabited by immortal cultivators, Qingshan Town is also a place that does not distinguish between day and night.

Under the leadership of Zhou Yang, the white board ate the pure meat dumplings it wanted to eat, and then, together with Gao Zhihao, stayed in the inn arranged by Zhou Yang for them.

Linghu Xiaoyue, who is very good at "living", packed the dumplings that several people hadn't eaten in a food box in a phantom bag, and brought them back to the inn, and then, separated them with chopsticks, hung them on the table, and said that they planned to put them in the next morning, and went to borrow the kitchen from the inn to make fried dumplings for breakfast.

The result of overusing speed and strength is unexpected tiredness, Gao Zhihao washed up a little, climbed onto the bed, and as soon as his head was on the pillow, he picked up the gourd.

Considering that there were too many things in his phantom bag and the weight was too heavy, climbing into Gao Zhihao's bed would collapse the bed, and the whiteboard had to "wrong" himself, and took out a full set of sleeping supplies, small quilts, small pillows and soft cushions sewn by Chang Dieyu for it from the phantom bag, and "made do" on the ground for one night.

After taking care of Gao Zhihao and the whiteboard to sleep, Linghu Xiaoyue hurriedly poured out the footwater, closed the door, prepared the clothes that Gao Zhihao would wear the next day, and got into the blanket of the whiteboard.

The tabula rasa is sleeping on the ground, and its identity is not as good as the tabula rasa, if it runs to the bed and sleeps next to Gao Zhihao, it must not let the tabula rasa complain to death?

It doesn't have a quilt or anything, and it's cold to sleep outside...... Just simply, cough, squeeze it with the whiteboard, anyway, they are both fire attributes anyway, rubbing together, and it won't hurt anyone!

The next day, before dawn, Linghu Xiaoyue got up diligently.

After making a good face wash for Gao Zhihao, he carried a box of dumplings that he brought back the day before, ran to the kitchen of the inn, lit two stoves, and started frying dumplings and boiling porridge for a living.

Gao Zhihao wants to get up early, go to the foot of Qingshan, and study the formation that is said to be very powerful, hungry, how can he have the strength?

When it came back last night, it went to the kitchen to see the cook in this inn...... It was completely the same unpalatable taste as dog food, as a competent spirit pet, how could it let Gao Zhihao, the owner, eat dog food?

Better do it than wish it done!

In his sleep, the little nose of the whiteboard suddenly moved.

Fragrant.

It smells so good.

Like the taste of fried dumplings.

He sucked his saliva, turned over, and touched his paw next to him, empty, well, how could it be empty, last night, it still felt, there was something warm next to it...... Gao Zhihao, why are you so kind-hearted today? When I got up, I didn't even call it up......

Uh, no, didn't it sleep on the floor last night?!

How could there be something next to it!

Thinking of this, the whiteboard instinctively sobered up, got up suddenly, and looked around!

No.

Not in the whole house.

Linghu Xiaoyue...... Could it be that it was roasted by its fire attributes?!

Don't, don't!

It's a long-term meal ticket!

"Zhihao, Zhihao, don't sleep, don't sleep with you! Something's wrong!

Thinking of this, the whiteboard could still hold his breath, and he hurriedly ran to the side of Gao Zhihao's bed, which was still asleep, and shouted at him, "You hurry up, hurry up......!

"Master Whiteboard, are you looking for me?"

Before the whiteboard could say the words "baked", Linghu Xiaoyue took a large plate of fragrant fried dumplings, pushed the door and walked in, "Are you hungry?" I just went to the kitchen to fry the dumplings I brought back yesterday, you wipe your hands, you can come over and eat, this is yours, this is Zhihao's, this is my ......"

"You bastard! I scared you to death! I thought, I thought you were roasted by me!"

Seeing that Linghu Xiaoyue appeared in front of him intact, in the food box in his hand, and containing several plates of fragrant fried dumplings, the whiteboard suddenly relaxed, "bang", and lay on the ground, "You bastard, don't greet me when you go out!"

Xiao Yue saw that the whiteboard was sleeping soundly, so she didn't bother, and besides, the meal was not ready, so she called the whiteboard to get up early, and let the whiteboard wait for the waiting, so it was better to ...... Just let the whiteboard adults sleep a little longer......"

After receiving the lesson of the tabula rasa, Linghu Xiaoyue couldn't help but reddened her eyes a little aggrieved, pursed the corners of her lips, put the food box on the table, opened it, and took out the dumplings and porridge that belonged to the tabula rasa, and couldn't help but shed tears, "Xiao Yue felt that the whiteboard adult's phantom bag contained so many things, it must be heavy and laborious, so, so ...... Just ......"

"Oh, you, you big man, why do you still cry when you say you cry! I'm also worried about you, alas, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, can't you, don't cry, don't cry, show Zhihao, but I should think I'm bullying you!"

As soon as he saw Linghu Xiaoyue shed tears, the whiteboard immediately panicked, and hurriedly ran to its side, so he comforted it, "You, you rush down the stool first? I'm so heavy, if I jump up, this stool should collapse......!" You come down to the ground, let's talk well, how about talking well......"

"Who's the big man! I'm a mother!

Hearing the whiteboard say that it was a "big man", Linghu Xiaoyue suddenly cried even more, the plate containing dumplings and the bowl of porridge were put on the table, and the crackling eyes began to smash on the ground, "Where am I like a male! Where am I like a male! I am not gentle, I am still not virtuous, I, I, wow one by one"

was cried like this by Linghu Xiaoyue, where could Gao Zhihao still sleep?

For him, Linghu Xiaoyue is male or female, it doesn't matter at all, and he never cares, it's just that he is a human being, and he can't tell the difference between his male and female, that's it, the spirit beast of the tabula rasa, really can't tell the difference?

This is the ...... Ahem, isn't that too weird......

"It's early in the morning, what are you crying about, this is an inn, not a home, noisy guests, delaying people's business, people should live here." ”

A word came out and gave the tabula rasa a step down, Gao Zhihao moved his neck, got up from the bed, walked to the side of the spirit fox Xiaoyue who was still squatting on the stool and crying, stretched out his hand, and rubbed its head, "You are a shapeless spirit fox, how can people tell if you are a male or a female, let alone a whiteboard, even me, I can't tell it!"