cute husband is happy

After Qingmiao's second molt, her skin is fair and beautiful, her legs are 1.9 meters long, her black hair reaches her waist, and her gestures are gentle and modest.

The little priest likes to wear white clothes, and usually goes to work in the Chiyue Hospital in the morning. Qing Miao has a complete knowledge of witch doctors, and soon gained a reputation in the hospital department, recruiting a group of Yiyan disciples who are devout and studious.

The population of Chiyue City has skyrocketed now, with nearly [-] people. The sacrificial work such as marriage, worshiping gods, and beliefs and psychological problems of various races has piled up. Most of them are handed over to Qing Miao. Qing Miao is different from Ning Miao. He really likes this profession. In the past years, his dream of stepping down from the altar to serve ordinary people has been realized, so he always has a smile on his face when he is busy every day.

While Ning Miao admired Qing Miao's great, noble and pure spirit, he was deeply worried that if he was exhausted, it would not be very pleasant for the owner of Fengsha City to settle accounts after autumn, so Ning Miao picked ten little orcs including Baifeng and Xiaohei to accompany him Of course, it means that Ning Miao knows himself, but Qing Miao doesn't care, he teaches the little beastmen meticulously, and teaches them all, which makes Ning Miao feel ashamed of his little thoughts, so he invites Qing Miao to dinner today.

The first pot of dumplings in March, Ning Miao found the best ratio of rye flour and garlic water with the help of Bai Bing's amazing culinary talent. Xiaozu Wu couldn't wait, rolled the dough with the noodles, chopped the stuffing and seasoned, and spent the whole day More than 2000 pieces were packaged, boiled dumplings, steamed dumplings, and fried dumplings made a lot of tricks. The guards were busy delivering dumplings everywhere. As for whether these goods were stolen, Ning Miao did not intend to pursue it. Anyway, after tasting the sweetness, next year Plant more rye, and everybody can eat it.

Qing Miao likes fried dumplings stuffed with mushroom sauce and meat. When he bites open the crispy yellow skin on the bottom, the fat flows out, and he takes half a bite. The unique charm of pasta has conquered this former priest in white. The sauerkraut made by Miao felt refreshed again in his mouth, and the little priest frowned, "Xiao Miao, this is called dumpling, right? Can you keep some?"

Sincerity baby, the inner world is exposed as soon as he opened his mouth. Ning Miao didn't bother to expose him, and said seriously: "It's so hot now, I can't keep it, it will stink."

Qing Miao's beautiful face was wrinkled into a small bun, and the regretful and distressed expression made the chief priest of Chiyue City surrender immediately.

"Uh, when your Highness Xiaosi comes over, I'll make it and send it to you."

The beauty in white smiled gently when she heard the words, "Thank you, Xiao Miao."

Ning Miao foolishly looked at the face of the beauty in white, which caused harm to the country and the people, and sighed secretly. It's no wonder that Wu Mochen doesn't love Jiangshan and beauties. With such a godly appearance, a straight man like me is about to be bent. (Crowd eating melons: Where are you straight?)

Ning Miao eats steamed dumplings with dipped water and enjoys blockbuster movies of national beauty. The iceberg man next to him is always expressionless throughout the whole process. He only occasionally uses a soft cloth towel to help his little female wipe off the juice from the corners of her mouth, and warns, "Eat slowly, it's hot. "

"Qing Miao, is there anyone cooking in the Temple of the Phoenix?" Ning Miao chatted casually.

The green beauty froze for a moment, looked away, and her voice was neither sad nor happy, as if she was telling someone else's story, "Yes, there are more than 30 senior brothers in my class, who say they are priest apprentices living in the sky, but No one is a god, the chief steward of the Chifeng Great Temple is responsible for arranging the food and daily life of all the apprentices, and most of the servants who are captured to cook have been searched for their souls, so it would be good if they can be cooked."

"I was originally a member of the Shahai tribe. Qingluan rescued me from the black sandstorm. At that time, I thought it was the black sandstorm that killed my father and father. Seriously, although I am a female, I have a good talent for witchcraft and spell patterns, and I have worshiped an old priest as my teacher."

"When the Sacrificial Academy selected the white-clothed priest from the lower realm, I was lucky enough to be recognized by His Majesty Qingluan. After I swore allegiance in front of the Phoenix Temple, I took over the position of the white-clothed priest. Later, I met Mo'er."

"Don't believe everything Yu'er says. He sometimes talks nonsense. He didn't see what happened so many years ago, Qing Miao." Ning Miao scratched the back of his head, "So, you don't want to talk to Wu Mochen Walk?"

Qing Miao pondered for a while, maybe Ning Miao's question was too abrupt, and the words originally explained to Mo'er could not be articulated, "It's one of them, and the way Mo'er is going now, I went , will only become a stumbling block."

Speaking of this, there was a brief silence at the dinner table.

With the crushing strength of the Phoenix Temple, even if Wu Mochen is in control of the city, the difference in realm is there, like a mantis arm is like a cart, and a gnat shakes a tree, alas, it is too difficult.

Ning Miao angrily poked the dumpling, "No Thought Realm, how many Kongzhi Realm fighters are needed to deal with a No Thought Realm?"

"Cultivation breakthrough is not easy. With five hundred genus cities added up, the empty knowledge level will not exceed two thousand. Barely facing the white-clothed priests and apprentices of the Enemy Phoenix Temple, what Mo'er moved should not be the scepter of the emperor of Tiandu."

"You're right." Ning Miao Science and Technology's mind was running fast, "The strength is not equal, if you do it rashly, you must be stillborn. Your Highness, are you planning to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Bai Bing's eyes turned cold, "Sheng Jing?"

"The northern and southern continents have always been divided. Why? Time and space turbulence? Can't cross the Golden Moon Sea. These reasons sound too far-fetched. I think that the problem of the Golden Moon Trench can be solved to a large extent if the cultivation base reaches the No-Mind Realm." Ning · Zhen·Analysis Emperor entered the state, and the more he talked, the more excited he became, "But why hasn't it been heard that the Phoenix God has killed one in millions of years?"

"The heaven and the earth first opened, a protracted battle of the gods, it's too strange that one of them didn't hang up, this can't be a coincidence. If I'm not wrong, these two teams are acting."

Qing Miao put down her chopsticks, took a sip of honey water, and said solemnly, "Xiao Miao, what you said is incredible. If the Temple of the Phoenix and the Temple of the White Python are really connected, then what's the point of their doing so?"

"Significance? From the perspective of maximizing benefits, both sides are happy. Among all the white-clothed priests in Tiandu, Shengjing, Zhan, Qingmiao, and Phoenix Temple, is there anyone who breaks through the state of no thought?"

"I heard there are, but I've never seen them." Qing Miao thought about it carefully and answered carefully.

"The purpose of destroying the strange demons in the West Sea is to obtain the spiritual seeds and practice the elixir of immortality. I can't think of the purpose of fooling the orcs into fighting." Ning Miao frowned, unable to figure it out.

Bai Bing tapped the table with his index finger, once, twice, three times, and a cool and faint voice covered the head of the little female:

"Ning, there is a record in the inheritance memory that when the Kongzhi Realm breaks through the No-Thinking Realm, it will generate a huge natural source force. Will the temple take a fancy to this?"

Ning Miao stood up in shock, "Bing Ge, Qing Miao, the North and South Temples, no, those who have vicious thoughts are not qualified to be called gods."

"Xiao Miao, hurry up, tell Mo'er about this." The little priest looked anxious, "He is in Tiandu now, I have a way to contact Uncle Jing."

"Your Highness is well-informed. What we can think of, he might have thought of it a long time ago." Ning Miao smiled casually, "San Yue Xing, I'm afraid the sky will change."