Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 810 I Have Two Petals of Peach Blossoms (14)

on purpose!
This fucking is definitely on purpose!
If it wasn't for the live broadcast of the psychic mirror, Jiang Wan swore that she would have smashed this brat to the ground just now.

"Ah, my chicken is going to be mushy—" Lu Ziye left behind a sentence and flew away, leaving Jiang Wan sitting there alone.

Don't be angry, don't be angry, it's not easy to be a fairy.

She took a few breaths before letting the smile on her face ease down, "Hahaha, the ancestor was just saying hello to everyone. He said 'Sand Sculpture Fellow Daoist', and everyone can understand it as 'dear fellow Daoist', Or 'handsome, handsome, beautiful fellow Taoist'."

Jiang Wan quickly passed the topic.She was afraid that if this topic couldn't get any better, she would embarrassingly dig through Yi Yunfeng with her toes today.

When the live broadcast was over, Jiang Wan counted the spirit stones on the table five or six times before putting them into the purse with satisfaction.

When Lu Ziye walked in from the outside, what a miserable description.The white clothes were full of stains, his handsome face was blackened by smoke, and the chicken feathers on his head
He also knew that he was dirty, so he stood at the door and dared not come in.

That little pitiful look is like a puppy who has sneaked out of the house and played wildly for a day, and dare not go home, sitting at the door wagging its tail and begging for mercy, waiting for the master to forgive.

Jiang Wan didn't dislike him for being dirty, but felt that this kid was always causing trouble for her.However, she also knew that he didn't mean it.

"Come in." Jiang Wan glanced at him, "Sitting by the fire for so long, aren't you thirsty?"

She poured him a glass of jasmine.

Lu Ziye walked in cautiously, but with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be hiding something.

"Sister, here."

A plate of hot grilled chicken was placed in front of Jiang Wan.

"Why is there another one?" Jiang Wan looked at the chicken and then at him.

Lu Ziye scratched his head and smirked, "I specially reserved it for my sister. This chicken is the fattest and biggest, and I am reluctant to give it to others."

As soon as he said it, Jiang Wan also found that this chicken was a circle or two bigger than ordinary chickens.

"Did you touch your hair after washing your hands?"

Lu Ziye shook his head.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, I'm waiting for you to eat together."

The dark-faced boy ran out the door with a smile, "I'm going to wash my hands now—"

Jiang Wan wanted to remind him to wash his face, but he ran too fast, like a gust of wind.

Two idiots.

Jiang Wan smiled and tore the grilled chicken on the plate into small pieces with her hands, then took another empty plate and gave more than half of the chicken and chicken legs to Lu Ziye.

The night of the first peak is deep, the nebula is everywhere, and the Milky Way is bright.

Hearing the crowing of pheasants, Jiang Wan fell asleep on the wooden bed, used to touch the sword from the bedside, put on her clothes and stepped on her shoes to stay on the bed.

Lu Ziye next to the firewood pile slept soundly, neither snoring nor drooling, but his arms were a little exposed, not covered tightly by the quilt.

It was late autumn at this time, although cultivators were not afraid of severe cold and heat, they would still get sick and uncomfortable if they caught a cold from the wind.

Jiang Wan walked up to him, knelt down and stuffed his exposed arm into the quilt.The frontier muttered, "How old is he, how can he sleep like this?"

After finishing speaking, she was about to get up when she suddenly heard the sleeping young man read three words in a low voice.

Little. What kind of flower?

She didn't hear clearly, and went out the door holding the sword.

Although the "Bihai Sword Art" is also an extraordinary sword art, it is only an introductory sword art after all, and the power of the sword is not considered overwhelming.

She has already decided to participate in the sect competition ten days later, and a copy of "Bihai Sword Art" is far from enough.

And for some reason, she always felt that practicing "Bihai Sword Art" was mutually exclusive and incompatible with her body, which made her unable to improve her swordsmanship for a long time.

"My sister has extraordinary muscles and bones, so practicing this "Bihai Swordsmanship" is overkill."

(End of this chapter)