Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

"What is the relationship between Shadow Sect and Dark River?" Su Muyu asked in a deep voice.

"I told you that you may not believe it, but after reading the book in Sister Bai's hand, you will understand the history of the establishment of Shadow Sect and Dark River." Lei Wujie smiled lightly.

"Then I'll go find He Huai at night."

"Is it different going now?"

"She has to see a lot of patients now, so don't disturb her."

"Actually, it's better at night, it's more convenient." Lei Wujie showed a "you know" smile.

Su Muyu hurriedly shook her hand like a rattle: "No, no, I definitely don't have that kind of thought, I swear!"

On a night when the moon was scarce, Su Muyu made two plates of vegetarian dishes and invited everyone to eat together.

Sikong Qianluo looked left and right, and felt a little strange when he found that other people were not moving their dishes.

"You've been busy all night, aren't you hungry?"

With a desperate expression, Bai Hehuai opened his mouth to her, which seemed to say "run away" from the shape of his mouth.

"Could it be that pickled vegetables are not to your liking? Sister Bai, you can't be so picky."

Su Zhe smiled slyly and spoke poor Mandarin.

"Xiao Meiling, Li knows nothing about the horrors of this world."

Sikong Qianluo didn't take it seriously, casually took a mouthful of pickles and swallowed it, feeling his tongue was going numb.

"Su Muyu, how much salt did you put in?"

"It's only seven or eight tablespoons." Su Muyu was at a loss, and didn't know what went wrong with the cooking steps.

"That's it." Sikong Qianluo's expression was very exciting at the moment, "Seven or eight small spoons are scary, and use a big spoon!"

"Brother, do you want to create hypertensive patients on the spot?"

Su Muyu turned her head guiltily, and looked at Bai Hehuai: "Then how much salt should I put?"

"Don't ask me, I'm just a doctor." Bai Hehuai put his head in his hands and leaned back, really didn't want to answer this mentally handicapped question.

"Forget it, I'll cook for you myself." Sikong Qianluo lowered his head and shook his head, deciding to demonstrate it himself.

Lei Wujie tapped Su Muyu's elbow and asked, "Brother Yu, don't you test the taste yourself when cooking?"

"Forget it, he is afraid of his dark cuisine, how dare he try it himself." Bai Hehuai snorted angrily.

After a stick of incense, Sikong Qianluo covered the table with fragrant and exquisite dishes.

"Hey, Sichuan-flavored boiled fish, Emperor Capital Sixi meatballs, Northeast stewed fish, Kung Pao chicken, Buddha jumps over the wall, today's dishes are so rich."

This time Lei Wujie was able to eat modern dishes for the first time after traveling, and he was delighted.

"Sister Qianluo's skill, I'm afraid even the royal chefs in the palace may not be able to match it." Bai Hehuai ate a few mouthfuls and was full of praise.

"Their craftsmanship is indeed not as good as that of Qianluo girl. It's not like I haven't eaten in the imperial dining room of Tianqi Palace." Su Zhe's official language this time is very standard.

"Miss Qian Luo's parents must be very good at cooking." Su Muyu thinks it should be like this.

"Uh..." Sikong Qianluo felt that if he continued, he would be suspected.

Both Sikong Changfeng and Luo Shuiqing are not good at cooking. Fortunately, the people in Anhe don't know about it.

"Actually, my sister learned from the cooking god of Sichuan, and she learned [-]% of his skills in one year."

Lei Wujie deliberately made up a story, otherwise Sikong Changfeng would become suspicious when he found out.

"You can practice such a good cooking skill in one year?" Su Muyu felt a little unbelievable, "But after four or five years of learning, the dishes I cook are still so unpalatable."

"Brother Yu, after God opened the door to martial arts masters for you, he closed the door to your culinary skills." Lei Wujie kindly persuaded.

"No, I think if you work hard in cooking, you can still do it well." Su Muyu looked unwilling.

Looking at the plate of fried chicken, he asked, "Miss Qianluo, can you teach me how to cook this dish tomorrow?"

Just as Sikong Qianluo was about to agree, Bai Hehuai poured cold water on him.

"Brother, you can't even cook the dishes on the first floor, so you want to make the third floor. Wake up."

Su Muyu turned her head away, ate the dish of Buddha jumping over the wall with relish, and suddenly had an idea.

"Then this plate of Buddha jumping over the wall should be very simple, and I have the confidence to do it well."

Bai Hehuai's head hit the table with a "bang".

"Please! That's atmospheric difficulty."

"Brother, I beg you to let the animals on the table go, let them die worthwhile."

Seeing Su Muyu's desperate eyes, Lei Wujie came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Yu, tomorrow I will teach you the simplest egg fried rice, egg fried noodles, Bao Xue Bao Hui."

"This little brother is so arrogant, he actually thinks he can teach Brother Yu to cook!" A soft female voice suddenly sounded from above.

Lei Wujie frowned, and looked over the beam, a purple-clothed woman wearing a rabbit mask leaped to Su Muyu's side.

"Sister Yumo, let's have dinner together." Bai Hehuai smiled happily when he saw the person coming.

Mu Yumo took off the mask on his face, revealing a charming and enchanting look between his brows, his eyes rippling and smiling.

Lei Wujie looked at Mu Yumo straight for a while, and it turned out that this was the spider girl Mu Yumo that Tang Lianyue fell in love with after just one glance.

"Little brother, it's not a good habit for you to keep staring at sister like this." Mu Yumo's soft and charming voice sounded again, but it carried a hint of warning.

"I'm sorry, but you're so sloppy that you couldn't hold back for a while." Lei Wujie spread his hands helplessly.

Mu Yumo was taken aback for a moment, still wondering what a snail bug is, but when she put these three words together, she couldn't help but fly into a rage.

"How dare you call me coquettish?"

So with a wave of his long sleeves, a group of spiders went straight to Lei Wujie.

"You said it yourself, and I didn't say it."

Lei Wujie felt that this woman was unreasonable and would not be polite to her, so he pressed his palm on the ground, freezing all the spiders on the ground into ice sculptures.

"Half-step carefree, are you the confidence to challenge me?" Mu Yumo snorted coldly.

Su Muyu hurriedly came between the two of them, and changed the subject to Mu Yumo.

"Yu Mo, have all your twelve spider shadows returned to the dark river?"

Mu Yumo gave Lei Wujie a hard look, then nodded to Su Muyu.

"On that day, Xie Qidao turned against the water and killed Xie Ba, and we were able to get out of trouble."

"Later Changhe told me that the previous head of the family died, and he is now the new head of the family."

"Brother Yu, come back to the dark river with me, we will bring the new dark river to the other side of the light together."

Su Muyu shook her head: "The dark river is not my home after all."

"Brother Yu, what are you talking about?" Mu Yumo's expression was dull.

"Changhe shouldn't have killed the Patriarch." Su Muyu revealed a trace of sadness between his brows.

He knew that Su Jinhui was using himself and Su Changhe most of the time, but after all, he had more than ten years of nurturing grace, and at the refining furnace, Su Jinhui wanted to save their lives from Mu Zizhi's hands. The memory is still fresh.