The host of the fast travel system is poisonous, please take medicine

Chapter 2016 The third son came out and was beaten 9
Ye Lingxi dug out a thousand-year-old wild ginseng from the supplements: "I'll take it for you today."

Ye Lingxi's eyes lit up, the Immortal Cultivation Plane is good, all of them are top quality, treasures.

"Lu la la ~ lu lu lu ~ lu lei ~" Ye Lingxi hummed a ditty happily, and went to the kitchen with a thousand-year-old ginseng in her hand.

The magic palace seems to have no kitchen...

Fog grass!

It seems that they don't have to eat...

Ye Lingxi is really full of guts ╥﹏╥, that's why she often starved before.

"There is no kitchen... Then how did you get the medicine before?" Ye Lingxi curled her lips.

"What are you doing?" A voice drifted over.

Ye Lingxi instantly felt as if she had been immobilized, she didn't dare to move, definitely didn't dare to move.

Ye Lingxi mechanically turned his head slowly, and looked at Mozun with an embarrassed smile: "Hehe! Hehe! Hello, Lord Mozun."

Mozun looked at Ye Lingxi: "You are indeed different, before the cage door was open and you would not step out."

"Hehe~" Ye Lingxi smiled awkwardly: "I have died several times, I will die if I mourn, and I will die if I am happy, why not be happy?"

"Hehe!" Mozun uttered a single syllable from his throat, as if mocking Ye Lingxi.

Mozun was about to turn around and leave, but Ye Lingxi stopped him: "Master Mozun!"

"Ok?"

"Where can I make a fire for cooking?" Ye Lingxi blinked her big eyes.

Mozun didn't even look at Ye Lingxi directly and left.

Ye Lingxi let out a long breath, she was really scared to death.

Ye Lingxi curled her lips, seeing that Mo Zun didn't object to cooking by herself, so she should be bolder.

[Little Sanzi, help me check, is there any place suitable for cooking here?I have food every day, so it can't be delivered from outside. 】

[Host host, you really guessed right. 】

【puff! ! ! 】Ye Lingxi spat out a mouthful of old blood.Is this okay?

[How did the usual meals come from? 】

[The back door of the Demon Palace, people come to deliver food every day. 】

Ye Lingxi sighed: [That’s why eating depends on fate.What about the medicine I drank before? 】

[Also at the back door, there is a small charcoal basin. 】

Ye Lingxi curled her lips: 【That's fine too. 】

Ye Lingxi ran over desperately, and there was indeed a small charcoal basin.

There is a charcoal basin, but there is nothing else, and there is no way to cook.

Ye Lingxi sat on the edge of the charcoal basin in a daze, there was something in her own space, but would the Mozun find out and snap herself?

Ye Lingxi couldn't think of any other way, and when she was about to stand up and leave, the back door opened.

"Girl, why are you here? Are you hungry? It just so happens that your meal is ready." The person who came was the previous maid.

"Are you going out to prepare meals for me?" Ye Lingxi blinked.

"Yes." The maid brought the food to Ye Lingxi and showed it to Ye Lingxi.

"Oh~" Ye Lingxi picked up the chopsticks and tasted it rather disgustingly: "What's your name?"

"Slaves... have no names." The maid was a little embarrassed and sad: "People at the bottom of the demon race like us don't deserve names."

Ye Lingxi shrugged: "I don't have a name either, why don't I pick one for you. Just call... Doudou, okay?"

"Thank you for the name girl."

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