Yuanshin: The opening system asks me to choose the heroine?

"I'm home?"

In Wanmintang, Master Mao fanned the wind with a fan while squinting at Xiangling and Chenfeng.

"Lululu!"

Before the two could speak, Guoba danced excitedly in front of Master Mao.

But of course Master Mao couldn't understand or understand what it meant.

Seeing this, Xiangling put down the big bag behind her, and hugged the crispy rice.

The rice dumpling in her arms became honest all of a sudden, but the light in his eyes still lingered.

puff!puff!

The movement in the big snakeskin pocket quickly attracted Master Mao's attention.

"It's in here?"

Seeing his doubts, Xiangling spoke vaguely and quickly.

"Sammo!"

Then he pushed Master Mao to the outside, and said coquettishly: "Oh, Dad! You go outside for a walk first, to enjoy the cool, and I will come and see the shop!"

Knowing daughter Mo Ruofu, Master Mao followed Xiangling's strength and walked out, laughing loudly.

"Okay! I'll go out for a while, and I'll come back at noon, hehehe!"

After speaking, he left Wanmintang, shaking his cattail fan and holding one hand behind his back.

Seeing this, Chen Feng couldn't help feeling amused, and walked towards the kitchen with Xiang Ling carrying the snakeskin bag.

The weather is hot today, and the sun shines obliquely into the Manmin Hall.After breakfast time, it was not yet noon, so no guests came to eat.

In the kitchen, Xiangling was preparing various ingredients, while Chenfeng picked up the ice slime and looked at it again and again.

But the ice slime in his hand kept his eyes closed, trembling all over, emitting a cold air.

The summer is hot, holding an ice slime, not to mention how refreshing, it seems that Gan Yu is also an ice type, how would it feel to hold her?

"No, no, no!"

As soon as the face of the girl with the unicorn horn appeared in his mind, Chen Feng shook his head. He was a patriot, and he silently recited Lord Shenzi three times in his heart.

"Chenfeng, come!"

I saw Xiangling holding a butcher's knife, with the other hand in front of him.

This is the rhythm of the ice slime in his hand.

Just when he was about to pass the ice slime over, its closed eyes suddenly opened, and its white eyes stared blankly at Chen Feng. It squeezed out a tear-like liquid, and then slid down to the ground to form ice beads. .

Good guy!Can slimes shed tears?

Chen Feng suddenly thought of a better way.

So he said to Xiangling.

"Xiangling, in fact, ice slime has other magical functions, and this little one is not so delicious."

"Hey?"

Hearing this, Xiangling was obviously taken aback. She had obviously always regarded slime as a kind of food material, and she really didn't think about other magical uses.

"Well, you go get the juice and watch it later."

"Oh!"

Not knowing what Chenfeng wanted to do, Xiangling could only follow suit.

Soon, a glass of juice was brought in.

And Chenfeng grabbed the ice slime, then moved it over the juice, and said to the slime.

"Come on! Cry!"

Unexpectedly, Ice Slime blinked his eyes, obviously not understanding what Chen Feng meant.

Alas, it would be great if I could communicate with monsters, Chen Feng sighed secretly.

Then he shook the ice slime in his hand up and down vigorously, and shouted at the same time.

"Cry! Cry for me!"

Seeing this scene, Xiangling's eyes on Chenfeng changed a little, and Guoba beside him didn't expect this operation, so he froze in place.

Soon, under the sway of Chenfeng, the corners of the ice slime's eyes were wet for some unknown reason, and the ice beads flicked around.

pat!

A few ice beads fell into the juice, Chenfeng directly put the ice slime aside, picked up the juice and turned around and handed it to Xiangling, leaving only the slime secretly sad.

"Try it?"

...

"Xiangling?"

"Uh, good!"

Xiangling didn't regain her senses for a while, until Chen Feng called her, and then she shivered and took the juice in a daze.

After taking a sip, the sweetness of the juice is tinged with coolness, and when it is drawn into the throat, it is obvious that the whole person is refreshed.

But come and go, just for a few seconds, you need to take another sip to continue to experience.

"Yeah! It's delicious!"

Xiangling's eyes sparkled, and Guoba seemed to sense Xiangling's state of mind, bouncing around.

After drinking half of it, Xiangling handed the remaining juice to the rice crust.

"Lulu!"

"How about it? Not bad, with Ice Slime, you can do more different iced things!"

Isn't this a pure natural and pollution-free slime refrigerator?

Obviously, Xiangling also understands the magical effect of ice slime, and now many ideas pop up in her mind, and she needs to try them one by one.

Seeing her thinking, Chen Feng didn't disturb her, and turned to look at the two ice slimes.

With just a look, the two little guys quickly moved back, full of resistance.

Although the other slime was not thrown around by him like a "stick", it also witnessed the whole process.

You can only shrink yourself in a corner and reduce your sense of existence.

Seeing that the two cuties were so afraid of him, Chen Feng's face was full of black lines--I didn't do anything to you, I just abducted you to eat...just work.

In fact, as long as the ice slime is close, the slight chill will have the effect of freezing.

But Chen Feng was worried that the cold air would directly freeze the juice. After all, this little guy couldn't understand human words, so if he wanted it to be well-behaved, he had to handle it.

And discuss the appropriate distance, the effect of fruit juice ice is good.Just discuss whether there is a suitable distance to use the high temperature generated after the atomic bomb explosion to just bake the pizza.

For an idler like Chen Feng, it is better to leave it to a professional.

Therefore, he planned to slip away first, believing that Xiangling must gain a lot this time.

"Xiangling, you can discuss the rest with Master Mao, I'll go first!"

"Ah? Oh, good! Next time I have dinner, please!"

Xiangling patted her chest generously.

"it is good!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Feng also left Wanmin Hall, still muttering.Almost like a walnut.

It was still early, and Chen Feng was free to go shopping again.

When I came to the storyteller, I found a seat casually, took a sip with a cup of tea.

Ah, a leisurely life, so comfortable.

"Boss, as usual, put it in Shengtang's account."

A steady voice came from behind.

Before Chen Feng turned his head, there was a person next to him sitting down and listening to a book.

Looking sideways, it was indeed Mr. Zhong.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I happened to recall the scene where the second creation colleague Zhongyan Wang Dijun faked his death in his previous life and was ruthlessly exposed.

Pfft!

Chen Feng couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

All of a sudden, Zhong Li, who was listening to a book and drinking tea, looked at Chen Feng, there was no unhappiness in his eyes, only indifference and a trace of doubt.

"My friend, why are you laughing?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I thought of something happy."

Chen Feng quickly suppressed his smile, but his trembling shoulders reminded him that he would not be able to hold it for long.

Seriously, there's nothing funny about it.But the second creation in the previous life was really too much, so when I saw the original owner, I felt like I had my own ghost.

At the same time, Zhongli at the side felt more and more that the young man in front of him was laughing at him.

Frowning, he looked down at himself, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that Zhongli's expression was not quite right, Chen Feng finally stopped laughing and coughed twice.

"Ahem, is your Excellency Mr. Zhongli?"

"Exactly."

Zhong Li was taken aback for a moment, never thinking of someone like Chen Feng.

Seeing his doubts, Chen Feng explained jokingly.

"Hallmaster Hu asked me to buy a coffin the day before yesterday, and I learned from others that there is also a guest named Zhongli in the Hall of Death."

Hearing the direct sales method of walnut again, even Zhongli couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

I sighed in my heart, kid Walnut, alas.

Instead of continuing to tease, Chen Feng answered the last question instead.

"I laugh at this storyteller's half-truth and half-fake. The history that is silent in the years seems to be just a performance for most people. A hundred years pass by in a hurry, but it leaves regrets for the living."

It seems to sigh casually, but this is the pain of the immortal. If the person you love and care about dies in front of you again and again, even if it is as solid as a rock, it will eventually wear out.

Zhong Li looked at Chen Feng in surprise, but did not speak.

And Chen Feng himself doesn't know what's wrong, he even lamented his life with the old people who have been for thousands of years, isn't this Guan Gong's big sword at present?

Therefore, Chen Feng stopped talking and quietly listened to the book with Zhong Li.

The summer wind blows, and the water ripples fluctuate.

Only the conversations of passers-by and the clapping of storytellers remain.

A demon god and a time traveler are like old friends at this moment. Silence is better than words, and words are better than words.