After wearing the book, I broke the plot

In the middle of the night, with the moon and stars thinning out, a light was lighted up tremblingly in a hut in the forest, and then there was a rustling sound. The man in white with long hair loosely took the hand of someone next to him from his stomach quietly. Opened, carefully moved out of the bed, put on a robe to avoid making noise when walking, even didn't even care about wearing shoes, and left the bedroom barefoot.

He went to the kitchen with a lamp in his hand, collected the ingredients he secretly bought yesterday morning, and rolled up his sleeves to prepare for a big fight.

At this moment, there are almost two hours before dawn, and there is plenty of time for him to be busy.Song Qi fantasized about the day he would become a chef, secretly laughing happily.

Recently, his cooking skills have improved rapidly. At least, the rats at home will not be poisoned to death after eating them. Yesterday he saw that rat was alive and kicking.Just thinking of this, Song Qi got some melons and fruits and put them in front of the mouse hole, so as to prevent the third living creature in his family from starving to death due to lack of food.

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen. After making firewood, Song Qi sneaked back and took a peek. The person on the bed was fast asleep and showed no signs of waking up. He closed the door and cast a sound-proof barrier. Back to the kitchen fighting pots and pans.

It was almost dawn when the smoke above the hut stopped. Song Qi opened the kitchen door with the dishes, and there was a burst of pungent smoke after he came out. Song Qi put the dishes on the table with his nose covered, ran out and called Sneezing, looking back, frowning slightly, he always felt that someone was looking at him just now.

After breathing, Song Qi went back and put some other dishes on the table. After thinking about it, he went to the mouse hole and saw that the melons and fruits that had been placed before hadn't moved. Moved mice.

He lay on the ground and called out, "Meow?"

There was no movement in the cave, so Song Qi found a hook and reached in to dig it out, only to find the mouse's cold body.

"..." After three seconds of silence, Song Qi picked up the little mouse and buried it in the backyard. There were several hills next to it, where the previous mouse slept.

Obviously, when every mouse came, he would tell them not to eat the things he made, their stomachs would not be able to bear such stimulation, but stealing food was probably the nature of mice, and every mouse moved to his house not long after, Will die from overeating.

But it's really strange, why does Jiu Chong like to eat food made by himself?

In this regard, Song Qi thinks that it probably just suits Jiu Chong's taste, right?After all, there are few species like demons in the world, so it's not surprising that they have unique tastes.

However, Song Qi was determined not to let Jiu Chong eat the food he made, unless he could cook good ingredients, otherwise Song Qi was very afraid that one day Jiu Chong would accumulate poison in his body after eating the food he made, and slowly Just like these little mice.Although this possibility is very small, even if it is small, Song Qi will put an end to it.

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Song Qi thought to himself: Why didn't Master teach him cooking skills back then, if he could learn one percent of what Master did in making Qingdu hoofs, he would be content.

Song Qi went back and was about to try the few dishes he had just learned, when he saw the bright red dress sitting at the table, slowly picking up the last dish on the plate, and eating it into his mouth.

All the dishes on the table were empty, except for some oily sauce on the plate, there was not even a star of vegetable foam. Song Qi looked at Jiu Chong inexplicably, and said, "Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's better than the chef in Chunxiao Building. I hope I can eat it every morning when I get up in the future." Jiu Chong wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Song Qi with a smile, and said, "When did the brother secretly learn?" Yes, it's progressing so fast."

Song Qi swelled up, seeing Jiu Chong's sincere eyes when he said this, he misunderstood his own weight, and there were some deviations in his self-cognition.

The last rationality began to struggle, Song Qi asked tremblingly: "Really?"

"How can I lie to you, I like to eat what my senior brother made." Jiu Chong got up and hugged his suspicious senior brother, sniffing his fresh and clean breath with attachment, pressed his fingers on his waist, and said: "It's hard for senior brother to say that Cook me something earlier, is your waist still sore, do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Cough." Song Qi choked, pushed him away to pack up the empty bowl, and said, "I'll go to bed after I finish, if you think about my back pain, don't bother me so much next time."

"Well, good." Jiu Chong obediently agreed, but in fact he just didn't take it seriously every time.

Jiu Chong took the bowl from Song Qi's hand, and said, "I'll go wash it, brother, I'll go back to sleep for a while, and I have to go to Demon Realm in the afternoon."

"Forget about it."

When Song Qi fell asleep on the bed, he remembered that there was something wrong with the braised crucian carp he just made. He remembered that he didn't buy fish yesterday. Could it be that his memory was accidentally lost?

He yawned, thinking that maybe he had misremembered, and fell into a dream comfortably with his head tilted.

While cleaning up the messy Jiu Chong who seemed to have experienced a war, he noticed that his sight was gradually lowering, and his clothes suddenly became looser and looser. He raised his hand and looked at it. Son, he has become what he used to be.

Jiu Chong raised his eyebrows, moved the bench up to the kitchen counter, carefully sniffed the smell of each plate, and finally found out where the problem was.

In fact, this is not once or twice, sometimes he will not be able to use spells after eating the food made by his senior brother, or he will lose his memory for a while, and maybe he will be stupid for a while...

This was the first time that his skill and body were retreated together.

Jiu Xong reluctantly used this small body to clean up the kitchen, knocked on the door to wake up his brother, Moyu still had to go back, otherwise the group of little ghosts would have to make trouble.

Sitting on the carriage, looking at the small group of dumplings in front of him, Song Qi finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and worried in his heart: "What can I do, how long will it take to recover?"

Jiu Sui held back his mouth, the person became smaller, every expression and every movement seemed very cute: "You look very happy?"

"How could it be? Worry is written all over my eyes, okay?" Song Qi had itchy hands, pinched Jiu Chong's chubby face, and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Sui Sui."

Jiu Chong threw himself into Song Qi's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "As long as you are happy."

The ones who drive the chariots are divine horses that can travel thousands of miles, and at night they enter the Demon Realm.The people of the Demonic Way knew in advance that their demon master would return, and they had been waiting since dawn until now, only to see the carriage with the magic pattern flying towards it from a distance. As soon as this carriage appeared, all the monsters that were about to move in the darkness around them disappeared. , and even the entire Demon Realm seemed much cleaner.

Song Qi got out of the carriage with the dumpling in his arms, and greeted everyone with a smile. The people from the Demon Dao yelled at Mrs. Xianjun very smoothly, and when they were done, they looked back and asked, "Why didn't your lord come?"

"Mrs. Xianjun, this one in your arms... have you had children so soon?" Even though Er Dong has become a dog, he is still very dumbfounded, Song Qi thought to tease him for a long time , Faced with this, he just smiled and said nothing.

The duck saw the dark red in the eyes of the child in Song Qi's arms, and was suspicious, and found some small actions of Song Qi and the child, and suddenly understood, but pretended to be confused, and said: "Xianjun, this child really looks like you, It's almost carved out of the same mold, it can't be seen that it is the child of the wife and the lord, you all have to go to see Fu Qingyi."

"Really? I also think it's very similar." Song Qi turned Jiu Chong's face away from his chest, and looked expectantly at the crowd: "Do you look like it?"

Everyone in Mo Dao replied in unison: "Like!"

The big duck hooked the corners of its mouth successfully, and at the same time, everyone felt the cold air around them getting worse, they couldn't help but put their arms together, and brought up the business: "The devil is not here this time, can Mrs. Xianjun be the master?"

"Just tell me if you have anything to do. I'll see where the mountain guard is." Song Qi patted Jiu Chong's back reassuringly, smiling like a flower on his face. Seeing this, Jiu Chong felt helpless Burying her face into his side again, hooking Song Qi's neck with her small hands, she gnashed her teeth next to his ear and said, "You wait for me, I will definitely let you conceive a child who is very similar to you."

Song Qi felt a chill down his spine when he heard this, and felt his waist start to hurt again.

Over the years, the mountain guard has been avoiding Song Qi, and Song Qi has never made trouble with him. The two of them have lived in peace. This is the first time Song Qi has taken the initiative to find the mountain guard, so he opened the door to meet him. After it was Song Qi who arrived, he was stunned and forgot to shut the door for him, allowing Song Qi to successfully block the door and said, "I brought Jiu Chong here."

The mountain guard shouted in a low voice: "Presumptuous!"

"Being old and disrespectful." Song Qi turned back and turned Sui Sui's face towards him. The mountain guard who had been with him since the birth of Jiu Chong naturally recognized who this dumpling was at a glance, frowned and opened the door, letting They go in.

Song Qi ostentatiously found the most comfortable place to sit, and sent someone to squeeze his shoulders and beat his back. The mountain guard couldn't see his posture very much, and his eyebrows were twisted like a bow.

"You said in the letter that the graveyard collapsed?"

The mountain guarded by the mountain guards is the graveyard where every demon lord has been buried over the years. There is a rule in the demon realm, life does not recognize the soul, and death does not recognize the corpse.It means that if you do not know your own soul when you are alive, your soul will not recognize your own body after death.The guards of the mountain, literally guarding the mountain, are actually guarding the life consciousness of the dead demon masters. Demonic people always believe that demons are immortal, and as long as the soul returns to the body, it can be reborn.

But even after so many years, no one has been resurrected, and they still insist on the set of self-deceiving falsehoods.

Therefore, the collapse of the tombs where the demon lords of the past dynasties were buried is undoubtedly a big event for Demon Yu.

After returning, Song Qi asked the sullen Tuanzi lying on the table in front of him: "How to deal with this matter? To be honest, I think this is a chance to get rid of their 'superstition'."

"Hmm... Brother, don't you think this is a bit strange?"

Jiu Chong analyzed: "The Demon Realm has always been the darkest place in the world since the creation of the world, so many monsters that only know how to kill, devour people and drink blood have been born. This place is like a demon and cannot be tolerated by the six realms. Could a thunderbolt smashing across the grave be a warning?"

"I'll know if I'm going to visit the graveyard." Song Qi yawned, and said, "Go to bed first, and I'll go and have a look tomorrow."

"No, let's go now." Jiu Chong pulled Song Qi out of the bed, looked at him with those big brin brin eyes, until Song Qi surrendered: "OK, OK, let's go. "

The scope of the lightning strike was not wide, and only a small corner of the cemetery collapsed, which did not affect the eight cemeteries buried at the highest place. Song Qi walked around with Jiu Chong, and when he was too sleepy, Jiu Chong He stopped him and said, "Brother, go a little over there."

"Isn't it finished?" Even so, Song Qi still hugged Xiao Jiuchong and walked towards the direction he pointed. This is the pit that was struck by lightning. In the middle, there is actually a small white flower that is pure and flawless.

"This is..." Song Qi was stunned. Anyone who saw such a small white flower in this dark and humid place filled with strong bloody smell would be shocked, as if it should not exist. Goodness, but it exists in a place of extreme evil.

No one knew why this flower was born, nor what its function was, but the next day Jiu Chong gave an order to split a gap above the Demon Realm to let the light in.

He wanted this little white flower to survive in the barren Demon Realm, and maybe one day in the future, the Demon Realm would be full of this kind of flower and become another look.

To this, everyone in the Demonic Dao raised their hands in agreement, and even arranged for someone to guard the little white flower every day, so as to avoid the poisonous claws of those monsters in the Demonic Realm. Before leaving, Song Qi made a special meal to reward They claimed that their culinary skills were learned from his master, Obscure Moon Immortal.

The young people who had never experienced it were very happy to taste Song Qi's craftsmanship. After that, various accidents happened one after another. here.

In short, when Song Qi left, the Demon Realm was still buzzing, but it was rarely lively.

Afterwards, a saying began to spread in the cultivation world: I would rather drink the poison prepared by Fu Qingyi than eat a grain of rice from Song Qi!

Song Qi just rolled out of bed when he heard this. He was punished by Jiu Chong for teasing Jiu Chong last time and was punished by Jiu Chong to lie on the bed for nearly a week. When he grew up, Jiu Chong was simply not a human being.

As soon as he got out of bed, Song Qi went to the kitchen, and began to reminisce about remaking a plate of braised crucian carp, or Jiu Sui became smaller and cuter!

When he was sharpening his knife against the crucian carp, someone hugged his waist from behind, and a voice whispered softly in his ear: "Brother, is your injury healed?"

A roar sounded from above the roof: "No, don't touch me!!!"