Late at night, the wooden door opened, and the man in black returned with a blizzard.
weiyingIt's so cold outside.
Wei Ying held the large iron pot, which was piled full of white snow.
weiyingI went to the kitchen to boil the water.
weiyingThen drink hot water together to warm up.
Wei Ying glanced at Xiaoyu on the bed, she seemed to be getting better, and her face was finally not so pale.
Should wake up soon.
In the kitchen, the firewood under the stove was crackling, the yellow flames licked the bottom of the pot, the snow in the black iron pot melted, and the water mist lingered.
The warm orange fire reflected Wei Ying's face.
Sure enough, Xiaoyu will be fine after following Lan Zhan.
I have no spiritual power now, and I can't help her even if she is injured.
Stupid fish, am I useless?
He sighed softly.
The water gradually boiled and bubbled on the surface of the water.
He turned off the fire, took out several clean white porcelain bowls, rolled them all with hot water, and poured boiling water into them.
Inside the room, the woman in white on the bed coughed lightly and opened her eyes in a daze.
In front of him was a white figure.
She was slightly regretful.
She still preferred to see the black * for the first time.
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A light rose slightly on the horizon, the dawn of dawn.
The Taoist chief in white sat cross-legged on the grass. In the early morning of late autumn, frost and dew fell together, and the coolness was pressing.
His eyes slowly opened.
xiaoxingchenIt turned out that one night had passed.
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xiaoxingchenWell, if you want to go back, we'll go back.
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The Taoist Priest Song in the other cabin felt like he was about to collapse.
There were no bamboo chopsticks on the table, but Sister Xuanwu was happy to eat.
Every time Daoist Song handed her a pair of new chopsticks, she grabbed them and put them in her mouth.
She has good teeth, and biting chopsticks one by one is as easy as eating crispy bamboo shoots.
xuantuluThere are no chopsticks anymore.
She said triumphantly.
xuantuluHurry up and feed me fish.
songlanWhen you learn to use chopsticks, I will allow you to eat fish.
Daoshang Song's expression was as usual, and his attitude was cold and hard.
It was simply difficult for the tortoise to be strong, and Sister Xuanwu was very angry.
She walked up to Daoist Song and transformed into a small green turtle lying on the braised fish and feasting on it.
xuantuluHaha, what are you doing to me!
The little turtle chewed the fish and slurred.
xuantuluBeasts don't eat with chopsticks.
Daoshang Song's cooking skills have improved, and the little turtle can eat well.
Song Lan used two fingers to pick up the greasy green-haired turtle with disgust on her face. The short legs of the little turtle began to pedal and pedal quickly again, riding the transparent bicycle in the air.
xuantuluHurry up and put me down!
xuantuluI don't learn how to use chopsticks.
songlanThe fish is already cold, and it is not good for your health to eat it.
xuantuluI've eaten all the baskets, so I'm not afraid of this.
Daoist Song gently placed the little turtle on the table, turned around and entered the small kitchen with the fish.
The green tortoise lay on the table and rolled to the ground again, landing on its back first.
It finally turned over and sneaked towards the kitchen.
At the door, she saw that in the kitchen, the Taoist priest in black was heating a half-eaten braised fish.
The cold fish fluttered out a fragrant smell again, and the little turtle narrowed its mung bean-sized eyes happily.
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Familiar Shuangsheng cat 😘❤️.
Missing persons war zanzan is back 😘.
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