Save the world with a plot

After a while, it jumped down from the window with light claws and light legs, and landed on the cushion without making a sound, and the air flow was almost non-existent.

It secretly, secretly, secretly climbed up to the edge of the bed, crawled to the side of the man who was lying in the clothes, stuck out its tongue and licked the man's sleeve, bent its cat's eyes furtively, and grumbled foolishly on Xiaomeng's face Rumble.

In the end remember business matters.It stood on tiptoe very carefully, picked up the sleeve and opened it, tapped its forehead to the wrist, and input a thin stream of spiritual power.

Today, when I entered the magic energy, I quickly felt it. The other party just kept all the breath in the depths, and there was no real lack of cultivation. It must be because of the identity of the human race.As for only Jindan's initial cultivation base, he also only had Jindan cultivation base when he first came to the Exiled Land. This is suppressed by this small world, so it doesn't matter.Now, he examines carefully——

Xiaomeng's face shook suddenly, and the opponent's body was damaged.

That's right, at the last moment, there was no spiritual power fluctuation on this person, and the condensed ice...

The cat's eyes dimmed. It hugged its short legs and squatted next to the man, pursing its lips. It was a pitiful little one.

After a while, the little monster jumped down again, flipped onto the table, opened the lid of the teapot with its mouth in its mouth, and there was an ordinary clear spring in it; The other party didn't eat much of the leftovers in the trough.

There was a hint of distress in the big black eyes, and it wrinkled its cute face. Master is very picky and difficult to raise.

It quickly jumped out of the window again, all the way silently, melting into the dark night.

In the rapidly shrinking room behind him, on the bed, the man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear without any haze.

He stood up, his face sinking like water, and finally burst into a swear word, "Bastard, you've been here for so long, but you just ran away without saying anything, good job!"

Do you understand what is called "the way of respecting teachers"?

In the evening, after returning from Sheng Yan's office, Xuan Xing had been thinking about how Sheng Yu found out his identity and why he wanted to help him.

There is no reason, even the Lord of the Holy Demon City has no certainty, what did the other party find out.Why is the name of violence of nearly a hundred years used as a cover?

No matter how I think about it, I can't think of a reason.

He squeezed his forehead, ready to take a rest first, anyway, Sheng Yu will not harm him.

When this thought flashed through his mind, there was a sudden thunder and lightning.

Why can't Sheng Yu harm him?

Why does he think Sheng Yu won't harm him?

What's more, Sheng Yu beat Sheng Yan to such an inhumane manner, even if it was to send him devilish energy, it wouldn't be so. It stands to reason that he wouldn't stay angry.

He instinctively reassures and indulges Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu made him inexplicably safe and familiar.

Something is about to come out——

In this exile, who else could give him this feeling?

It can even be said that in the entire Liuyang Continent, there is only one person who can give him this feeling and allow him to indulge him like this.

Sheng Junxiao!

If the current Sheng Yu is Sheng Junxiao, everything can be explained.

What's more, the protagonist has special face pinching skills, so there is no need to worry about someone with a high level of cultivation seeing it.

And that devilish energy, if you experience it carefully, doesn't it come from the same source as Shengyan?

Although I don't know why the stupid apprentice disguised himself as a saint, Xuan Xing was obviously very aware of his apprentice's urinating nature. He lay down early and waited for the stupid apprentice to "cast himself into the net", and then gave a "long farewell lecture" ", "Promote a long talk".

When a little bit of space fluctuation came, Xuan Xing's mood was unprecedentedly excited.

#I didn’t expect to see my cuteness in my lifetime s#

#How could my apprentice be so caring and sensible#

#So cute must not be the protagonist of the second disease#

At that moment, Xuan Xing was almost pleasantly surprised. Out of some kind of mentality that he could only comprehend but could not express, he quietly waited for the stupid apprentice to wake him up, and the soft and clear voice rolled in his mind, "Master!" Master".

He waited and waited, the apprentice knew that he was worried about his health, so he was really filial.

He waited and waited, the apprentice felt a little guilty, he really grew up.

He waited and waited, the apprentice jumped away, Xiao Aojiao was always shy.

He continued to wait and wait, and just jumped out? ? ! !

Xuan Xing is really full of evil fire now, he lay down, closed his eyes, secretly thinking about how to let the stupid apprentice know why the flowers are so red.

He just lay there, lying down, lying down, a little bit dazed—this unscientific world where even Huashen or Golden Core cultivators have to sleep.

An hour later, a small black shadow reappeared.The black and moist cat's eyes looked left and right, and finally fixedly looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

This time, the little demon who came back has an exquisite small cloth bag the size of a thumb. On the back of the bag, the word "Xing" glows with a faint brilliance.

It jumped onto the table more carefully than before, pulled off the Qiankun bag, opened it, and took out a teapot, which was the same size as the one on the table, except for the contents inside.

What was on the table was clear tea, it wasn't that the exiled land was so poor that they didn't even have anything to make tea, but Xuan Xing was a very wicked person, no one here would prepare such troublesome things for him, and he himself was an idiot. If you suffer from laziness, then it is better to be short than to be indiscriminate.

What it brings out is Suhelian, Shuyuhua, and Chuanyuanzi brewed with Lingquan according to the ratio of 36:29:35. #中二病主题感望produced, Xuanying’s favorite standard tea, you deserve it #

Then, it crept to the side of the plate, lifted the plate bigger than itself, poured all the pastries inside into the Qiankun bag, and then took out pastries with exactly the same style and color.

Xuanying likes to be light, very light, and it is also mixed with a little elm that the other party likes.

At this time, in the dark night, there was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing across the bed, and the little demon turned pale with fright, and immediately shifted slightly and burrowed into the jar of candied fruit on the side.

Xuan Xing turned over.

Half a quarter of an hour later, two small paws were pawing at the mouth of the jar, and half of the round head was exposed. Before waking up, the whole round head was exposed.

It climbed out more cautiously, and when it climbed onto the table, it encountered another difficulty. It nodded its head and cooked a table of dishes, but how to get it out?What would Master think?

It puffed its face, and finally took out a bag of jerky and stuffed it under the snack plate, and stuffed a bag of fried nuts under the fruit plate.Then she shook her little tail, crawled onto the bed in a swift motion, touched Xuan Xing's sleeve, covered her small ears, looked at Xuan Xing, looked at Xuan Xing, looked at Xuan Xing again, and then closed her eyes.

The kitchen spanning half of the Santo's Mansion:

Aunt A: Hey, why is there a catty less flour.

Big Mom b: Ten rolling pins broke!

Aunt c: Half of the vegetables I bought today!

Aunt D: Which of you used a pot and a steamer?

……

Thieves! ! !

Dawn was about to break, and the night was the darkest before dawn. The little demon raised his eyelids, jumped out of the bed, jumped on the window, and disappeared into the night.

dawn.

Sheng Yan, who couldn't stand the loneliness, rushed over, and very naturally picked up the pastries on the table to prepare for breakfast.

"Ouch, cough, blah, blah, blah!" The table was full of powder and trash.

Xuan Xing stepped sideways to avoid it earlier, and lowered his eyebrows, "Poisonous?" His brain was running at high speed. Who would poison them?

Before Xuan Ying could figure out why, Sheng Yan waved his hand, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water, the aroma overflowed, Xuan Ying frowned, and immediately wanted to stop it, but he didn't have time.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of water sprayed into the air like a fountain.

After a while, Sheng Yan shook his fingers and looked at Xuan Xing angrily and sympathetically, "They actually treated you like this? Is this for people to eat and drink?"

On the east side of the City Lord's Mansion, Sheng Junxiao, who was monitoring remotely with Xiaomi's eyes, held Xiaomi's hand and tightened it a little bit.

Xuan Ying seemed to know it, picked up a piece of plum-shaped pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed carefully.

Sheng Yan was lucky enough to see the picture of the iceberg breaking through the ice and melting the snow, with soft eyebrows and eyes. He opened his mouth, staring in a daze, so that he couldn't stop his friend from reaching out to the teapot to pour out a glass of water and gently transfer the water into the teapot for the first time. mouth.

Holy Flame of Recovery: =0=

He immediately looked at Xuan Xing with a high-spirited gaze.

"It tastes good." Xuan Xing nodded.

Sheng Yan frowned, "Your tongue hasn't suffered any devastating blows. Would you say something so bitter and disgusting is good?"

"It's just a little smell of elm flowers." Xuan Xing took another sip, narrowed his eyes slightly, the mist was steaming, and in a haze, he said to Sheng Yan: "This needs to be tasted slowly, and the aftertaste is long, like you Cow drinking is not acceptable."

Sheng Yan felt that the little friend was pretending to be too real, and was suddenly shocked, "Xuan Xing, you are going to heaven."

Gargling elm flower, high-grade spiritual plant, bitter in nature, pungent, calm, returns to liver, kidney, bladder meridian, clears away heat and cools blood, nourishes the heart and calms the nerves, induces qi to return to the sea, and harmonizes various medicines.

In short, this medicine is expensive and easy to use, and it also keeps people away from demons, but people usually don't like to use it as medicine, without it, because the taste is really very tolerable, not only bitter, but also a kind of saying Unclear astringency and numbness, I feel that the whole person is not well.

Xuan Xing: "..."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, "Do you know where those people who said I'm curious about my tastes ended up going?"

"!!!"

Damn, the little friends gathered the big boss to see the sight, Sheng Yan swallowed, "Ghost? Hell? Heaven?"

Xuan Ying smiled without saying a word, put down the cup, and made a crisp sound.

Sheng Yan: ...a bad feeling.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa than-"

"Xuan Xing, I'm teasing, I'm teasing..." The future demon king knelt down again under the black robes of the great demon king Xuan, who was windless and automatic.

"Well, Shuyuhua is the holy medicine for traumatology, drink more, and the ointment will be useless." Xuan Xing said as he patted Sheng Yan's pig's face.

Sheng Yan: "..."

Of course, in the end Xuan Xing still left some ointment for Sheng Yan, such a good tea, how could he be willing to give it to someone who doesn't know how to appreciate it?