After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Everyone looked at the piles of bowls that were taller than the baby and placed next to the boy and the baby, and swallowed subconsciously.

Even Jiang Du and the other three put down their chopsticks and looked at the baby and the boy sitting at the table. They could not imagine that the two would have such big appetites.

Wen Xi was stunned for a moment: "Your appetite is a little big?"

My goodness, the bowls piled up are taller than his head. He thought that his little apprentice sister was the only exception in the world, but he didn't expect to meet another one today.

Soon, everything on the table was eaten. The waiter came with new food, his hands were shaking. He wondered if this was a monster from somewhere.

Jiu Moyi waved his hand: "Hey, it's all a small matter. Little Junior Sister is exactly like-minded! She's so small, but I never thought she would have such a big appetite! Even bigger than when I was a kid!"

Because his own situation was unique, he wasn't that surprised by the cub's condition.

But others would not think so. The waiter collected the bowls and said carefully, "Sir, we have all the leftovers. Still..."

Chu Chaozhao raised his head with satisfaction, blinking his eyes with an innocent look on his face: "Can you pack some more?"

Jiu Moyi put a lot of spirit stones on the table again: "Bao! I have plenty of money, I can still afford a few bowls of wontons!"

Chu Chaozhao turned his head and looked at him and smiled: "You are such a good person!"

It would have been better if he didn't praise her. The little cub looked at him with sparkling eyes. How could he resist? He waved his hand and threw the bag of spirit stones on the table.

"That's no big deal! Pack it! Pack it for me!"

Before long, the new food was finished.

Jiang Du's face was full of disbelief: "Junior Sister, is this really okay? Won't it be too tight?"

Wen Xi found it unbelievable, so he just shook his head and then nodded.

I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse for this wonton stall to meet these two people.

Shen Jinming sat aside, looking at his junior sister expressionlessly, but he was filled with doubts in his heart.

Is she the reincarnation of a ghost who died of starvation in her previous life?

With such an appetite, can Master really feed her?

Jiu Moyi lifted himself up from the wonton bowl and wiped his mouth elegantly with a handkerchief: "Junior sister, are you full? Senior brother is full."

Chu Chaozhao touched her stomach and shook her head. Her stomach was like a bottomless pit. She could never be full from the wontons without spiritual power.

And these wontons are so delicious! She has been in this world for so long, and she hasn't eaten such delicious food for a long time. People who cultivate immortals don't care about the desire for food. The sect doesn't even have a kitchen, let alone earthly things!

If it were her master and the others, she wouldn't even have access to delicious milk, melon seeds, or spiritual fruits.

"No problem." Seeing this, Jiu Moyi looked towards the small kitchen, "Waiter, are you done? These are not enough to fill the gaps between our teeth!"

Chu Chaozhao turned his head and called out in a baby voice, "Are you done?"

"I'm wrapping it, I'm wrapping it, I'm wrapping it!"

Urge! Urge! Urge my life!

It’s packed, but it’s not eaten quickly. What can they say?

The waiter, the chef in the kitchen, and the stall owner wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. Their hands, which were chopping meat and making wontons, left afterimages.

Later, only when Chu Chaozhao saw the waiter and the other two looked like they were about to cry did he have two portions packed up and taken back to the restaurant.

These two copies were for her master and Elder Jiuqi. Wen Xianyun became jealous and left.

Thanks to this wonton, Jiu Moyi escaped the fate of being beaten by Jiu Xie.

Today's farces were just minor episodes. Although they spread throughout Songyue City, they did not affect the arrival of the sect competition at all.

*

At dawn, the bustling crowd registered and proved their identities, then rushed to the competition arena.

There are disciples from sects of all sizes who are well-organized, as well as independent practitioners from all over the world.

They kept walking, just to get to Chunshan and attend a grand event.

The whole Spring Mountain looks like an ink painting, but at this moment it becomes brightly colored.

Beside the Jinghong Stage, flags of more than a hundred sects and schools, large and small, fluttered in the wind. Following the loud shouts of the host, the disciples walked in an orderly manner in front of the many spectators and sat down in the front row.

"Let us now invite the Daodao Sword Sect, who has been the leader for ten thousand years!!!"

"Asking the Way to the Sword Sect! Asking the Way to the Sword Sect!"

"Asking about the Sword Sect!"

……

The enthusiastic audience all stood up and cheered loudly.

A group of people in bright blue and white robes flew in from the entrance of the arena. Their long swords turned into a handful of swords, with spiritual power swirling around them. The disciples all stood on the swords and flew over, making the scene very excited.

The eldest brother of the Dao Sword Sect nodded slightly and then took his men to sit down.

"Next, let us invite the one who has always been ranked second for the past ten thousand years, our ten thousand year second place Guiyun Sect!"

The host's eyes crinkled with laughter, and he didn't even change his words, but as soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell into another heated atmosphere.

Chu Chaozhao was startled by the loud voice: ... So he is the real eternal runner-up! This host is really bold!

The people of Guiyun Sect all wore exquisite red and white robes, and they were all wearing the same uniform, whether they were riding swords or weapons.

The scene was grand and there was nothing unusual about it, except that when everyone looked over, they saw the eldest senior brother of Guiyun Sect holding a... baby?

Holding the jade gourd, are you still drinking milk?

Do we have to organize a competition for such a young child?

Is the age to join the immortal sect so low now?

Those who didn't know the situation had question marks on their faces, and the audience was bustling with discussions going on.

"What kind of world is this? Even little babies are brought up to compete? Doesn't their clan leader feel guilty?"

(Wen Xianyun: Hmm? When did this sect leader have a conscience?)

"Yes, I can't bear to say anything mean to my newborn baby. Fighting and killing are not suitable for a child!"

"I really don't know how her parents could be so cruel!"

Someone nearby quickly said kindly: "You can't say that."

"why?"

Many people turned their heads and looked at the person who said this, waiting for an answer.

"You don't know?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"You don't know this, you live in the mountains, right?" The man was speechless and seemed to be keeping the other person in suspense. When everyone was impatient and about to beat him up, he slowly told the story.

"Don't underestimate me because I'm so young. I'm the last disciple of Venerable Bai Qing! I'm an orphan who was adopted. Don't say such and such things about my parents anymore! The rules of this competition state that you will lose points if you give up. So I guess that when the little cub comes on stage, he should just admit defeat. That should be the arrangement."

"Yes, yes, look at my mouth. Hey, I'm also a poor child."

"Speaking of which, Venerable Bai Qing is really kind. All of his disciples are geniuses and orphans. But what kind of talent is this?"

"Venerable Bai Qing is truly a god, but I heard that this child has no spiritual roots."

"what?"

……

The topic became more and more deviated and wide. Chu Chaozhao leaned back on the cushioned chair, holding the jade gourd, drowsy.

Whose competition starts so early?

Her eyes were open, but her mind was still asleep.

The host was still talking on the platform when Qingyu Sect came over. Jiu Moyi looked around furtively and found that the person he was afraid of was not there. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and walked with great elegance and dignity.

Seeing the little cub with its eyes open, he took the opportunity to throw a spiritual fruit over with such grace and grace that it almost hit Chu Chaozhao. If Shen Jinming had not acted in time, Chu Chaozhao would have died before he could accomplish his mission, the kind that would have been killed by the spiritual fruit.

Guiyun Zong's glares shot over, if the gazes could become substance, Jiu Moyi would have been covered in wounds by now.