The villain's non-scientific feeding plan

Early the next morning, Xie Wuya came to ask for Chang Xiao's pulse.

At that time Meng Zhe had already woken up and was reading the chronicle. Chang Xiao hugged him in the first half of the night, and then let go in the second half of the night. He tried many times to shrink into a ball. Once, it took several diggings in the quilt to dig him out.

Seeing Xie Wuya put down the pulse pillow, Meng Zhe rubbed the ink and asked, "How is it?"

Xie Wuya said, "It's not bad. Last night... Jiang was raised pretty well."

Meng Zhe raised his eyes slightly, and could only see Xie Wuya's lowered face in the shadow, but from his expression, Meng Zhe could clearly read his subtext:

—— "Thank God, you didn't bother him! Otherwise, there is really no way to recover! Thank God for allowing Taoist Priest to escape death with me!"

He pretended not to see it, and continued to flip through his book, "Well, then quit after you've prescribed the medicine."

Xie Wuya finished prescribing the medicine as promised, but did not leave. After Meng Zhe raised his eyes and glanced at him three times, he plopped down on his knees, "Your Majesty, dare to ask Your Majesty, where do you plan to place Chang Xiao Daoist? "

Meng Zhe flicked the pages of the book, he really didn't think about it.

"There should be someone in charge of the internal affairs of my Demon Palace. Why would you, a medical officer, ask this?"

Xie Tianya hastily said, "It's not that my subordinates are doing it for me. It's just that my lord ordered me to cure Daoist Chang Xiao as soon as possible. However, the food and accommodation conditions are also an indispensable part of recuperation, so I ask more."

Meng Zhe hummed noncommittally, "Which place do you think is suitable?"

"..." Xie Wuya was silent for a while, his head buried very low, "Your Majesty, you want Daoist Priest Xiao to recover as soon as possible, but Chuxiu Palace can't stay. The Demon Palace is too cold, and if you don't have a cultivation base, you will freeze sooner or later." Death, not to mention the fact that Taoist Chang Xiao is so weak, he has to arrange for the Taoist priest to live for a long time, and the Taoist priest must take good care of him, if he is not honored to go to the bedroom, there is only, only..."

Big cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he closed his eyes and said, "There is only Ganquan Hall."

Meng Zhe "...?"

He knocked on Huayu, "What is Ganquan Hall?"

Huayu said, "There is a relatively warm courtyard with hot springs on the right side of the bedroom."

"There's nothing hard to say about it. Xie Wuya can't do it, so he stumbled back like this." Meng Zhe thought to himself, and he ordered two maids casually, "You take the maids to clean up and let Chang Xiao live there."

As soon as these words came out, Xie Wuya was shocked.

However, before others could ask more questions, he quickly lowered his head and hurriedly retreated, "Yes, this subordinate will make arrangements now."

Seeing his performance, Meng Zhe panicked.

"Huayu, Ganquan Hall is just a small courtyard? Doesn't it have any symbolic meaning?"

"Responding to the host's needs" Hua Yudao "After supplementing the information, we now found that the Ganquan Hall is the sixth hall in the Demon Palace, located in the southwest of the Demon Palace. The springs are open all year round and warm as spring. It has always been the Queen's bedroom. The former Demon Lord After Fairy Jiuyan, the queen of the devil, defected and was captured, the demon king missed his old love and couldn't bear to kill her, so he confined her in the Oasis Palace."

Meng Zhe: "Uh...huh?!"

He fell into an eerie silence again.

Betrayal, can't bear to kill, claustrophobic.

These three keywords are completely suitable for the current Chang Xiao, what the hell is only missing a queen!

"That's all." Meng Zhe threw away his pen, and comforted himself, "The devil is so unrestrained, he thinks it out, he has a heart that despises etiquette and is free and undisciplined, he just doesn't know the symbolic meaning, he just casually Given the palace, who dares to pick his thorns... what a ghost!"

He questioned Huayu, "Isn't this OOC? Isn't this a collapse of human design? Huan just called, why don't you jump out and remind me now?"

Huayu analyzed with his usual calm and self-sustaining mechanical voice, "According to the database comparison, your character design has changed in places that no one noticed. Your words and deeds just now did not destroy your current character design. According to my According to the analysis, people in the magic palace will accept this result well."

Meng Zhe: "Are you kidding me? Isn't it my personality that I will repay evil and be crazy? I suddenly feel affectionate and claustrophobic. How can I accept this well?"

"Please don't get excited," Hua Yudao said, "Applying the routine of answering the Chinese reading questions in the college entrance examination. This result is unexpected and reasonable. It seems illogical, but it is actually linked to the previous foreshadowing. The aftertaste is endless, giving them room for deep thinking and speculation."

Meng Zhe "...I believe in you."

Huayu said, "Sir, you have to trust me, I am a system, I will not analyze randomly."

"Don't cosplay me as a mermaid." Meng Zhe "Go away."

He didn't bother to deal with this unreliable system, and continued to sit down and flip through the book.

The length of time he reads this day is almost as long as the third year of high school and the postgraduate entrance examination.

In fact, Meng Zhe himself was not so thirsty for knowledge. The reason why he read books day and night was because he was always tense in his heart.Once there is friction between them and the righteous way, or if there is a struggle within the demon cultivator, the demon master will always come forward to mediate, or even suppress it by force.

The reason why Moxiu himself can enjoy so many palaces, so many beautiful female cultivators, monstrous power and undeniable status is because he has enough force, and once in any battle, Meng Zhe is seen by others. It is far inferior to the Demon Lord, who will be backlashed in an instant, and even die without a whole body.

So in order to survive, this 21st century person who is used to typing on the keyboard and adjusting the oscilloscope must first learn to use a sword.

——After all, Song Zhixuan himself is a sword cultivator who is so powerful that he can force the entire righteous way to surrender with a single strike.

Even though he has Song Zhixuan's cultivation base now, he doesn't know how to move swords at all, it's like memorizing a complete high-level math, but he still doesn't know anything about changing the data in the final exam, and he can be seen as a parallel importer in minutes.

Meng Zhe opened a blank piece of paper, dipped it in ink, and wrote "How to learn sword?"

It is impossible to squat in the magic palace to find books and learn sword books by yourself. Song Zhixuan has already mastered the way of swordsmanship and integrated sword styles from all over the world.Moreover, although the Demon Palace is large, there are very few places where there is no one for him to practice swords. If he is seen clumsily, it will be very troublesome.

Apprenticeship is also difficult.After all, the world is so big, which sword cultivator dares to accept Mozun as an apprentice?It is also too difficult to seek a teacher incognito. After all, some well-known masters have to check the three generations of their ancestors, and if half of their studies are found out, their identity will be exposed, and he will definitely face evil. crazy hunt.

He picked up the pen, wrote the word "Sect" on the white paper, and asked Huayu, "Would it be better if I join a sect as an outer disciple and attend the big lectures on cultivation?"

Huayu calculated, "If the host is properly disguised, about 88.49% will not have any problems. Moreover, the demon's body has muscle memory, so as long as the host gets started, it won't take too long to reach great success."

Meng Zhe made a decision, "Excellent, that's it."

He has always talked and done, and he doesn't like to procrastinate, so that night, he sent an edict to the Demon Realm, saying that it is inevitable to be tired after living in the palace for a long time. miss.

With Meng Zhe's status, Moxiu would tremble three times when he sneezed, he would cough, Xie Wuya would break his neck, and he ordered to travel, and a word would cause an uproar.

Nong Zhu Daimei and the elders of Moxiu secretly scrambled for power. Not to mention, Zhengdao was also in an uproar, for fear that he would lose his nerve and run under his own nose to kill and set fire. The wind was heard.

Luomei put down the curtain and let out a cry. She was a little girl who had just entered the Demon Palace, and she didn't know that those who were winding around closed the windows for the master who was afraid of the cold. It's too much to accompany you, master."

Chang Xiao stopped painting, and a line of dirty ink was added to the landscape.

He lowered his long eyelashes and reprimanded, "Be cautious in your words and deeds. You have many eyes and ears, so don't talk nonsense."

Luomei said, "I'm not talking nonsense. Ganquan Palace is where the Queen lives." She changed the hot water in the thermos. , told her not to mess with you, saying that Your Majesty cares about you very much."

Chang Xiao said, "It's just a rumor."

Luomei didn't follow him, she held her chin, "That's not what you said, who is Elder Nong Zhu, she is so beautiful, she is the celebrity in front of your lord, she is so much loved by your lord, she can't even mess with you, your lord How much I should like you." She smiled and rolled her eyes, "I think that after you recover, master, you will definitely be His Majesty's queen."

She intended to please, but unfortunately Chang Xiao was clear-eyed, so he shook his head and opened a new piece of drawing paper, "If you want to improve, go to a higher position in Bo Yibo, don't choose me."

Luomei's smile froze, and after a while, she smiled again, "Master, what do you mean by that?"

Chang Xiao said, "The day when my body is healthy is the day when I die."

He kept pen and ink, and his tone was extremely flat, without any ups and downs. When talking about life and death, it was as if he was discussing with someone what books he had read and how many pictures he had drawn.

If there wasn't a wry smile on the corner of his mouth that he didn't even notice.