Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 470 Respecting the Pill ([-])

"Qianjing, are you an angel? You are definitely an angel, right! Come on, let Master give you a good hug!"

Qianjing, who was suddenly hugged, was a little dazed, and for a moment she forgot the act of turning the crane over.

In his impression, the master is the flower of the high mountains, clear and indifferent to the world, even when he is instructing him rarely, his tone is so indifferent that it can freeze people to death.

The regular way of getting along between him and his master is also usually that the master walks in front, and he follows respectfully. Today, the master is more enthusiastic than ever, and the distance is also unprecedentedly close... Could it be that Chunxin sprouts thinking about him?
Qianjing was taken aback, and then became distressed again.

How should I respond to Master?
A teenager's mind is always spring, but Xing Mo doesn't have any romantic feelings.

With her eyes fixed on the roasted crane, she pushed the thoughtful Qianjing in a panic, "Hurry up, hurry up, turn it over! It's going to be mushy!"

Such a charming fantasy was shattered in an instant, and Qianjing resigned to his fate and picked up the roasted crane.

But... "Speaking of which, master, what is the angel you just mentioned? This disciple is ignorant, and has never heard such a novel vocabulary."

Xing Mo stared at the meat, and said without thinking: "This, it's nothing, it's the bird man with two big white wings on the back of the west, who said it was an angel who could bring happiness... But I haven't seen it either. Just pass it."

From the corner of Qianjing's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the white feathers of the tragically dead crane, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice.

Why do I feel a little cold in the back?
Qianjing felt that he needed to find another topic, "Master, we generally don't grow plants in our yard for the sake of cleanliness. Where did you get this firewood? My disciple smells... there seems to be a unique fragrance."

Xing Mo casually pointed to a place, "When I was roasting the bird just now, I searched for it for a long time but couldn't find it, and finally took some from that small box."

Qianjing turned his head stiffly in the direction Xing Mo pointed at, and then the whole cat became ill.

Depend on!This location, this shape, this taste...it must be millennium ginseng, right?

Qianjing swallowed his saliva, only to feel that he was committing a heinous crime for roasting a crane with something hard to buy.

He said with difficulty, "Master, I remember this...it's a thousand-year-old ginseng, right?"

Xing Mo fell into deep thought, "Thousand-year-old ginseng..."

Qianjing was very pleased that Master finally realized the seriousness of the matter, "Yes, it is the thousand-year-old ginseng!"

Qi material Xing Mo answered, "Is the thousand-year-old ginseng delicious? What's the taste?"

Qianjing, who never expected to get this reply, said in a daze: "It's not delicious, it's tasteless."

"Then that's it." Xing Mo looked at the sky with a dog's tail grass in his mouth as a pillow and looked at the sky indifferently, "What's the difference between an odorless thing and wood? Don't be stupid, just continue roasting, it's a big deal... It’s so roasted that I’ll give you a wing.”

Qianjing looked at the remains of the thousand-year-old ginseng in the fire, and refused with mixed feelings, "No need for Master, these wings are deeply sinful, disciple... I'm afraid I won't be able to bear them."

Xing Mo glanced at his cheap apprentice with the eyes of a prehistoric monster.

Eating a bird's wing is a serious sin. Could it be that her apprentice is a vegetarian?
……

Xing Mo instantly liked his cheap apprentice even more, vegetarians are good!Even if I bring a sneaky supper, I won't compete with her for food.

(End of this chapter)