Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 124 No food for three days
Because hundreds of years ago, it was the purple-robed man in front of him that gave him the consciousness of cultivation, and then he got what he is now.Otherwise, it doesn't know how long it will have to be in a daze before it can become a master.

Xiao Huanhan's feelings for Qian Zang are both grateful and resentful.

"It's okay to take you away, but you have to be my apprentice, but I have only one apprentice, so you can be my apprentice."

As soon as Qian Zang finished speaking, the little volcano immediately exploded, and the flames on his body spurted out.

It's mad at it!

It made this request with him as an equal, but in the end he descended to it for two generations and became his disciple, how could it accept it.

Yang Juanjuan heard that Qian Zang said that he wanted to take Xiao Huanhan as his disciple, isn't that his disciple?
With joy on his face, he smiled at Xiao Huanhan and said, "Roast chicken, I will be your master from now on, you have to be obedient."

Owner?Isn't this asking it to be her servant?

The breath on the small volcano has not been digested yet, and the owner let out another breath when Yang Juanjuan made a sound. The flames on his body erupted uncontrollably due to the influence of emotions, burning a large area of ​​flowers and plants, and burning Kill a few innocent little animals.

Looking at his masterpiece, Xiao Huanhan immediately realized that he was out of control, and quickly stabilized his emotions, and the flames on his body also subsided.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say that. Take the Ningquan grass and leave as soon as possible, I don't want to see you." Xiao Huanhan lowered his head and said in a depressed mood.

Whether the little volcano followed him or not had little effect on him.The reason why he agreed to take it away was because he thought it might be useful and could be used as a messenger for them.Now it doesn't matter if it doesn't want to, it can save a lot of trouble.

He has one trouble with Yang Juanjuan, that's enough.Let him bring another trouble, maybe he doesn't have such good patience and good temper.

Pulling up ten condensing spring grasses in one breath, Qian Zang did not leave, but found a wide place in the cave, where he was going to digest the spiritual power of the condensing spring grass before leaving.

He set up a restriction on the open space for Yang Juanjuan to move around, and took out the bed, food and other things for Yang Juanjuan to eat, drink and sleep.

After everything was settled, Qian Zang gave Xiao Huan a warning to keep him away from the restriction, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

After warning the little volcano, Qian Zang said to Yang Juanjuan again: "After eating the Ningquan grass, I need to meditate for ten days. You will stay here for these ten days. If you are bored, practice with me. Don't go out. This prohibition."

"Also, don't talk to that roast chicken. If he talks to you, you don't hear him, don't bother. You can make up your own mind when you wake up. If you violate the teacher's training, you won't be allowed to do it for three days." Have a meal."

Hearing that he was not allowed to eat for three days, Yang Juanjuan turned his little head looking around immediately, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and seriously assured: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely not get out of this restriction, don't talk to it, or I will practice hard."

Seeing her promise so quickly, Qian Zang felt proud.Every time I was afraid that she would be disobedient, I would frighten her with the trick of not allowing me to eat, and she would obediently obey me.

Even so, Qian Zang was still not at ease, and handed the sword to Yang Juanjuan just in case.

Yang Juanjuan followed him for a month, and his cultivation was slower than that of a snail, and his mana was pitifully weak, and he couldn't even cast a single spell.It was only with his help that her mana was barely able to maintain a spell, which was to manipulate a sword to hit people.

But this one spell is enough.The sword is a psychic thing, and it is controlled by Yang Juanjuan. If she is in danger, she will naturally take the initiative to protect her.

Yang Juanjuan took the sword, hugged it in his arms, and asked stupidly: "Master, what did you give me the sword for? Do you want me to wipe it every day?"

Qian Zang shook her little head, said with a smile, "It's for your self-defense, take it well and don't lose it. When Master wakes up, Master will take you to a restaurant for a big meal."

There is still a big meal to eat, Yang Juanjuan jumped up excitedly, urging Qian Zang to eat some Ningquan grass quickly, and take her to have a big meal early after meditating.

Qian Zang watched her ordering the menu in silence, shook his head, walked to the side, sat cross-legged, ate the Ningquan grass, and entered the state of cultivation.

As soon as the ten condensate spring grasses were swallowed, Qian Zang felt a huge spiritual force filling his body, rampaging like a beast in his body.

He quickly adjusted his breath, suppressed it with his own mana, and converted this spiritual power into mana, so that he could use it and improve his cultivation.

When Qian Zang was trying to transform his spiritual power into his own mana, Yang Juanjuan sat beside him, holding a chicken leg, and while eating, he said to the small volcano outside the forbidden area: "I'm warning you for roasting chicken, you don't want to eat chicken." Don't talk to me. If you say a word to me, I will tell my master and let him clean you up."

"My master is amazing, he can beat you to your knees begging for mercy with just one little finger."

Little Volcano: "..."

It hasn't said a word yet, okay?
Arrogantly turning his head to the side, Xiao Huoshan saw the charred flowers, plants and trees, as well as the carcasses of animals that had just been burned because of losing control of his emotions, and his mood suddenly fell to the extreme.

It sat there, grooming its wings once and for all, thinking about how they found this place, it obviously sealed the entrance of the cave.

Little Huoshan wanted to ask, but as soon as he turned his head away, Yang Juanjuan pointed at it with a half-gnawed chicken leg and warned: "Don't talk to me, or I will tell my master."

"Hey!" Xiao Huoshan sighed, and asked what, they have already come in.It can't do anything to them, and even gave them the Ningquan grass that it has cultivated so hard. Thinking about it makes me depressed, and only a sigh can relieve the depression in its heart.

Yang Juanjuan saw Xiao Huohan turned his head away, so he withdrew his hand and continued to eat the chicken leg.

At first, Yang Juanjuan and Xiaohuo ignored each other, and lived in peace for a few days.

Don't look at their non-interference on the surface, they are actually paying attention to each other silently.

Xiaohuo noticed that Yang Juanjuan had a routine, he ate and ate during the day, slept at night, and occasionally practiced, but it would never exceed an hour.

Yang Juanjuan also noticed a rule of the little volcano, it likes to look here when it is free, and it doesn't know what it is thinking, and it will sigh after looking at it, and after sighing, it folds its small wings, looking very disappointed.

A few days ago, Yang Juanjuan still kept Qian Zang's words in mind and could not talk to Xiaohuo, but after hearing it sigh a lot, her curiosity overcame everything.But she didn't talk to anyone for several days, and she was really bored.

She walked to the edge of the restriction, looked at the little volcano and asked, "Hey, why do you keep sighing?"

The little volcano was comforting his heartache, when he suddenly heard Yang Juanjuan talking to him, he immediately raised his head, his small black eyeballs twirling in their sockets.

(End of this chapter)