half hour goddess

However, there are still advantages to this mission. One of the people in the same company recognized that the light used by Ye Ze belonged to a kind of "Holy Light". Special effect, the specific effect has yet to be explored; the second is that after this trip, Ye Ze's level has finally been improved, and the newly obtained skill points are enough for him to learn the flying skill that he has always dreamed of - Moonlight Wings.

Ye Ze also began to officially accept tasks from Gu Mingfeng to receive rewards.

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In the middle of the night, on the climax of the moon, on a fifteen-story apartment building, a girl in a pale silver sacrificial robe stood facing the wind. Xia Feng raised her soft black hair, and the pale golden moonlight outlined the shape of huge wings behind her. , like a dream.

The girl raised her hand, and a phantom of a sickle appeared instantly, piercing through the air, and slashing fiercely at the red-skinned demon in mid-air in front of her—the light and shadow collided, and the demon instantly turned into flying smoke and disappeared without a trace.

He is more than enough to deal with this kind of low-level demons now, and he will take on some of this kind of cleaning work from time to time, and after cleaning up three or five, he can exchange for a low-grade energy stone.

Ye Ze is a real poor class in the cultivation world, and he can't be called rich among ordinary people.Most cultivators don't look down on small money of about [-] yuan for cleaning bat caves, but it doesn't mean they don't look down on human wealth. When wealth accumulates to a certain level, it can form human power, which is also of great benefit to them.For example, the Gu family, whether in the world of cultivators or ordinary people, is considered a wealthy and powerful class.

Ye Ze finished his work and blew the wind on the roof for a few minutes. After returning to his original appearance, he flew home, flew to the top of the building, and then slowly climbed down the stairs above.

Opening the door, the light was on in the living room. Song Xuran was watching the evening news with her legs crossed, obviously waiting for him.

Ye Ze was instantly excited and moved, rushed over to lean on Song Xuran and sat down next to him, and asked obsequiously, "Old Song, you haven't slept yet?"

Song Xuran glanced at him and replied, "Yes."

Ye Ze walked over again, next to Song Xuran, raised his head and smiled: "Old Song, what, I'm hungry, can you get me something to eat?"

After going out and flying such a big circle, and it was the time when he was young and energetic, Ye Ze couldn't help but be hungry.

Song Xuran ignored him, stood up and strode towards the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Ye Ze: "Egg custard!"

After finishing speaking, I felt embarrassed, as if I had planned it, and quickly added: "It's a big night, just make something light."

Song Xuran picked out two eggs, weighed them in his hand, then turned to him and asked, "Are two enough?"

Ye Ze stood on tiptoe to observe the two eggs, turned his head, pretended to look at the washbasin, his eyes wandered, and said, "Two eggs are not enjoyable..."

Song Xuran silently took out two more eggs, looked at him and said, "If you use three eggs, the bowl won't fit, and if you use a basin, you must put at least four eggs."

Ye Ze immediately made a decision: "Okay, then four!"

Ye Ze remembered that when he was a child, he deliberately pretended to be sick in order to trick Song Xuran into making egg custard for him. He still refused to eat the one made by his father, and asked for Song Xuran's brand by name.At that time, the two of them were just in junior high school, how dare Ye's father and Ye's mother ask their children to make food for their own children, but Song Xuran took the initiative to make it at home after hearing about it and brought it over.

In front of Ye's father and Ye's mother, he looked like a three-good student who is united, friendly, kind, and caring for his friends. After entering Ye Ze's room and closing the door, Song Xuran changed his face, put the egg custard on the table next to him, and looked condescendingly at the nest Ye Ze, who was pretending to be sick on the bed, said: "If you don't listen to me, I will tell your uncles, aunts and teachers about your pretending to be sick and not going to school. Then you will not be able to eat egg custard, and you will be scolded."

A particularly childish threat, but especially effective against a leaf of that age.

He pulled up the quilt and covered it up to his chin in fear, looked at Song Xuran who seemed to see through everything, and asked, "Will I be obedient?"

Song Xuran sat down beside his bed gently and said: "You have to be obedient, the egg custard is yours, and I won't tell anyone, and I will help you."

Xiaoye vowed and hurriedly said: "I am obedient!"

The so-called obedience is to wash clothes for Song Xuran for a month after "healed up".

Later, it was Song Xuran who was considerate of him, and magnanimously said that you can wash your underwear by hand, and I will wash other large clothes in the washing machine, so I won't bully you.

Recalling the past is full of tears.

Ye Ze suddenly realized that Song Xuran was much more talkative now, he said that he wanted to eat Lao Song without mentioning any conditions, and rushed to the kitchen in the middle of the night.Sure enough, after so many years, the revolutionary friendship has become deeper and deeper, and Lao Song has grown up and sensible and no longer bullies himself by relying on the advantages of dual businessmen.

Song Xuran had beaten the eggs, added water and salt, steamed them in the pot, and the other side was not idle, taking out shellfish, shrimps, cucumbers, carrots, etc. from the refrigerator very diligently, chopped them up and added seasonings to make a thick seafood marinade, waiting for the custard When it is ripe, pour it on.Yellow, white, red and green in four colors, the fragrance is tangy and very attractive.

Ye Ze felt even hungrier after smelling it.He thinks that Lao Song is very good at this point, no matter what time or situation, as long as he does one thing, he will do it well without ambiguity, sloppy or compromise, even if he is pulled up in the middle of the night for supper, he will not be perfunctory at all.

There is indeed a difference between people.Ye Ze sighed, otherwise, why would Lao Song be the God of Song worshiped by everyone, and he would always be reduced to the role of the mascot, who is silly and sweet.

Song Xuran slapped Ye Ze's eager paw away with a slap, and put the whole pot of hot egg custard on the table with a cloth, and gave a spoon to Ye Ze who followed him step by step.

Ye Ze was like having a spoon in his hand, so he almost wagged his tail. He quickly dug up a large piece of golden egg custard with shrimp meat. Just as he was about to finish his mouth, he suddenly thought of Song Xuran, raised his head and said shyly Smile at him: "Old Song, don't you want to eat?"

Song Xuran shook her head.

Ye Ze: "You really don't want to eat?"

Song Xuran: "I really don't want to eat."

Ye Ze happily swallowed the whole spoonful of custard.

After eating, I felt that I was quite disrespectful like this, and I didn't seem sincere at all.And since he came back, Song Xuran has always been serious, as if she is not in a good mood.

The chef still has to coax it.

Ye Ze stepped aside and dug a small mouthful of custard and handed it to Song Xuran's mouth: "Old Song, would you like some?"

Song Xuran glanced at him, maintained a blank expression, and opened her mouth to eat the custard neatly.

Ye Ze: "You really eat it! Fortunately, I only took a small bite..."

Song Xuran rolled her eyes.

After being together for so many years, Ye Ze's focus has never been right.

That is to say, you have patience and can afford it.

He calmed down, and said, "Recently, you have a lot of troubles, and my work as an intern is over. Taking advantage of the holiday, I signed up for a tour group. Let's go out for a walk together."

He raised his eyelids and looked at Ye Ze with a look of disdain as if he was looking at a big trouble: "...I'll get rid of the bad luck for you too."

Why do you keep saying I'm unlucky...

Ye Ze purely remembered eating but not beating, so he swallowed the custard again, and responded cooperatively: "Oh, good."