Little Fairy Raiders Manual

Yang Yi held a plate with side dishes borrowed from the station's kitchen, and gently pushed open the door of the station's room.

On the simple bed in the room, a small hillock bulged.

Seeing this, Yang Yi lowered his footsteps.

Using spiritual power to warm up the food, Yang Yi sat at the table and circulated the spiritual breath into his palm.

Originally, the spiritual breath has no color, but it will show a relative appearance according to its own spiritual root attributes. For example, Duxuan's is the purest red.

Now what Yang Yi shows is full-bodied as if ink is about to drip down.

And Yang Yi's original aura color was the same as Mu Qingzhou's, a thunder-type white color.

The magic breath in his body has gradually eroded to his original dantian.

"There are really advantages and disadvantages." Yang Yi folded his palms and murmured.

But now he is not worried about himself, it's just that Mu Qingzhou seems a little...too lethargic these days.

Today, they didn't wake up until mid-sun, and fell asleep again not long after eating at noon, and they haven't woken up until now, so the two of them can only stay here for another day.

Although Yang Yi himself was not in a hurry to find Blood Lake, Mu Qingzhou's recent behavior was a bit abnormal.

Just as he was thinking, Mu Qingzhou, who was soundly asleep on the bed, moved, turned over, and slowly opened his eyes.

Yang Yi's attention was all on him, so he hurriedly got up and walked to the bed.

"Qingzhou? Are you awake? Are you hungry? Drink water?"

Mu Qingzhou slept for almost a whole day, no wonder Yang Yi came up to him and chattered endlessly.

However, Mu Qingzhou didn't appreciate it, he was a little dazed after sleeping too much, and felt that the man in front of him was noisy: "Shut up."

After a pause, he added: "You are too noisy."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, you've slept all afternoon, drink some water to moisten your throat, and then we'll eat, huh?" Yang Yi rambled, reached out and carefully lifted him up, pulled out a pillow and let him sleep. He leaned back and went to the table to pour another glass of water, but it was cold because it had been left for too long, so he had no choice but to simmer it with spiritual power, and then put it to Mu Qingzhou's lips, "Come on, drink slowly .”

Mu Qingzhou's mouth was naturally dry after sleeping for a long time, so Yang Yi took the initiative to take the water glass without Yang Yi's words, and took a small sip to finish it.

"Does Qingzhou want to eat on the bed or on the table?"

Mu Qingzhou stretched the empty teacup aside, Yang Yi knowingly reached out to catch it.

After throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, Mu Qingzhou walked slowly to the table and sat down: "How decent is it to eat on the bed?"

Yang Yi took out a cloak from his Qiankun bag, shook it off, put it on Mu Qingzhou's back, and said with a smile: "Yes, Qingzhou, try it out, I made the dinner myself. Warm it with spiritual power and eat it while it's hot."

As he spoke, he pushed the tray in front of Mu Qingzhou, which contained a bowl of white rice, a dish of steamed fish, a dish of fried vegetables, and a bowl of pork ribs and winter melon soup, all of which were ingredients that Yang Yi put in his Qiankun bag in advance.

After eating too many strange things from the devil world, seeing familiar dishes at first sight, and then tasting familiar tastes, Mu Qingzhou finally felt that this could be called food, which could only be called filling his stomach before.

But no matter how good Yang Yi's cooking skills were, Mu Qingzhou managed to eat only a small portion of the food. He didn't even move the steamed fish. He only drank a few mouthfuls of soup and ate a few mouthfuls of rice with vegetables.

"Huh?" Yang Yi was sitting across from him, preparing to appreciate Mu Qingzhou's meal, but it was over before it even started. I'll do it all over again."

Mu Qingzhou shook his head: "It's not your problem."

As he spoke, he looked at the obviously too much food left, and picked up the bowl again: "Why don't I take a break in the middle?"

Yang Yi let out a breath, and then said with a smile: "You are like Qingzhou, you are lethargic and eat less... If I hadn't confirmed that you are a man, otherwise I would have thought you..." After saying this, he pointedly Move your gaze down, and stop at him on his lower abdomen across the table.

Mu Qingzhou couldn't react for a while, but seeing him winking, it was not a good thing to say.

So when he raised his hand, the chopsticks in his hand flew straight to Yang Yi's forehead.

Yang Yi groaned, caught the chopsticks in a hurry, and said with a playful smile, "Qing Zhou, your chopsticks are dirty, I'll go and change a pair for you, and bring up the sweet soup that's still boiling on the fire."

Then he stood up, opened the door and ran away.

Looking at his back, Mu Qingzhou heaved a sigh of relief. It was unexpected that he could leave, but it also gave him a chance.

He picked up the soup bowl and poured the soup into the spittoon in the room, pulled a part of the steamed fish steak and put it on ice with half a plate of green vegetables, opened the window and threw it out.

After doing all this, Mu Qingzhou took back the dirty pair of chopsticks, picked white rice from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Qingzhou! I told you that the chopsticks are dirty." Not long after, Yang Yi came back with a soup cup, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Mu Qingzhou was still using the pair of chopsticks before, and hurried forward to snatch them away.

"The one who hit you was not the one who was eating, why should you be so particular about it, or do you think your forehead is dirty?" Mu Qingzhou glanced at him lightly.

"..." Yang Yi was choked up and had nothing to say, so he could only play a rogue, "If you can't use it, then you can't use it, here, use these pair."

As he spoke, he stuffed the newly brought chopsticks into Mu Qingzhou's hands.

But Mu Qingzhou put it down: "Eat well."

Only then did Yang Yi realize that the food on the table was much less than before he left, so he couldn't help but smile: "Qing Zhou, why do you eat behind my back?"

Mu Qingzhou rolled his eyes at him: "You sit across from me and watch me eat, I'm sorry, you can't eat."

Yang Yi chuckled: "Okay, okay, then let's stop eating, let's drink some sweet soup, these days we are on the road non-stop, Qingzhou, you have to make up for it."

It's comfortable to hold in vain and fat.

Yang Yi didn't dare to speak in the next round, fearing that Mu Qingzhou would prohibit him from sleeping together at night.

He opened the sweet soup and pushed it in front of Mu Qingzhou. Watching him pick up the spoon and drink it, Yang Yi pulled all his leftovers in front of him and stuffed them into his mouth.

"you……?"

"I ate in the lobby before." Yang Yi mumbled with food in his mouth, "Qingzhou, you still have so much left, it's a pity to waste it."

"No, I mean...why don't you eat this together."

"Oh, what are you talking about." Swallowing the food in his mouth, Yang Yi patted the Qiankun bag, "Although there are still some ingredients, but I don't know how long it will take to walk in the devil world, the ingredients will always be eaten up one day , I am very adaptable, it doesn’t matter what I eat, but Qing Zhou, you have lost a lot of weight during this time.”

The movement of Mu Qingzhou scooping up the soup paused.

"Qingzhou, you don't have to think too much." Yang Yi ate up the rest of the meal in a gust of wind, "Before, Qingzhou took care of me in the human world, and it's my turn to take care of Qingzhou this time." ,and……"

Yang Yi's expression turned serious: "Qing Zhou, tell me the truth, are you..."

Mu Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if something had been discovered?

Then I heard Yang Yi continue: "Is it because people in the heavenly realm cannot stay in the demon realm for a long time? I always feel that after you arrive in the demon realm, your whole person's spirit becomes very poor."

Mu Qingzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to explain, but heard a commotion downstairs, bustling with people seemed to be coming.

"It's such a strong magic breath." Yang Yi felt it, "It should be some important person, Qingzhou, you stay in the house, I'll go outside to have a look."

"After searching for so long, I still haven't found anyone suspicious." Ling Han twisted up a jug of wine, raised his head and took a big gulp, "Probably left."

"No." Ling Yuan held his head in one hand and slowly shook the wine glass in the other, "Judging from the traces of the battle we rushed to the scene before, they left not long ago, and don't forget, the people in their heavenly realm are not bound by the way of heaven What? Di Jun is the Emperor of Heaven, even Zhu Rong can't hurt him, but Di Jun can kill Zhu Rong, so Zhu Rong definitely won't get any benefit."

"So you think Zhu Rong is likely to be injured?"

"It was Zhu Rong who took Jun Hua away from you and me before, this time they confronted Di Jun, it should be because of Jun Hua, so Zhu Rong not only can't hurt Di Jun, but also protect Jun Hua... Tsk tsk tsk , it is estimated that the injury is not serious, and it should be inseparable from the Demon Realm for a while."

"So..." Ling Han narrowed his eyes, "You still haven't given up on Jun Hua's bloodline?"

Ling Yuan said, "Can you replace me? That's the blood of the Eastern Emperor, and this is the easiest way to help His Majesty break the seal and return to his peak state."

Ling Han couldn't deny it, otherwise he wouldn't have followed Ling Yuan out of the Demon Realm, leading people around the Demon Realm to find someone with great fanfare.

But after so long, not to mention Jun Hua, he couldn't even find Zhu Rong's flame, so Ling Han wondered if they had left.

But Ling Yuan made a strong oath and seemed to be very sure, and Ling Han couldn't dampen his enthusiasm.

After all, he hoped that Mozun would wake up more than anyone else.

First, he went to find the last descendant of the demon god's bloodline, and then he listened to Gu Xian's words and wanted to take Junhua's Donghuang bloodline. Everything he did was ultimately to help the demon god break the seal.

Thinking of this, Ling Han was a little moved, and couldn't help but said to Ling Yuan: "These years... You have worked hard... Huh? Ling Yuan? What's wrong?"

Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes and stared at the stairs on the second floor for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand to call the waiter.

"Let me ask you, is there anyone living upstairs?"

It was the first time for the little boy from the Demon Race to see a big shot coming out of the Demon Realm. After hearing the words, he recalled for a moment, and said: "Yes! Yes! He came to stay at the hotel yesterday evening. A young brother brought him with him. partner."

"Oh?" Ling Yuan and Ling Han looked at each other, "Is his partner a man or a woman?"

"Man, a very good-looking young man, he looks cool and cold, the young man is very protective of him, just now he borrowed our kitchen to cook, saying that the young man is not used to our food .”

Ling Yuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, took out a portrait from his bosom, and slowly unfolded it in front of Xiaoer: "Look at that young master, did you draw this?"