Demon King’s Repayment

Yuan Xiang'er's cooking skills were very ordinary. She was single in her previous life and had no interest in cooking. In this life, her master and her wife are used to cooking, and they rarely cook.

Fortunately, she had participated in a short-term baking training course and had a little understanding of Western-style dim sum production.

This can be regarded as a unique skill now, and it can be used to attract Qinglong who likes food.

At this moment, her little Wing Wing controlled the heat to bake, and it was the cookies filled with butter and white sugar.

The ingredients that can be found in the life are natural and fresh, and the foods produced are delicious. The only shortcoming is the lack of corresponding equipment and auxiliary materials. Fortunately, everyone who was able to help Yuan Xianger's fight was considered to be a gifted person, and a group of big demons made up for the lack of equipment with magic techniques.

"This kind of butter is too difficult to refine, I'm tired of shaking it and it's not good yet." Wu Yuan was fresh for a while, and soon tired of it.

"Let me come." Shi Fu said.

A pliable vine stretched out from the air and took the milk jug in the hands of Wu Yuan and Shi Jun.

Three or four milk jugs hung from the green vines hanging from the top of the cave, shaking them back and forth in the air. As long as this is maintained for half an hour, the milk in the jar will be separated from oil and water, and the preliminary materials for making butter will be obtained. With butter, delicious cookies and cakes can be baked.

On the other side, Hu Qing lay on the desk, staring at the several clay pots in front of him. Each pot was filled with half a can of egg whites. The nine fox tails stretched over the body to the table, each wrapped in a large chopsticks. Gu Zi kept stirring, and produced a can of smooth white foam. This is one of the ingredients Yuan Xianger will use to make cakes for a while.

"Axiang, take a look, am I doing this?" Hu Qing stopped manipulating his chopsticks' tail and called Yuan Xianger.

Yuan Xianger took the time to cast a glance, "It's not enough, you have to hit the chopsticks until they stand in the bubble."

"Okay." Hu Qing replied, and the chopsticks in each pot clashed again.

Qinglong was attracted by these strange operations, moved a chair and sat at the table watching.

"Your fire control technique is extremely refined. I rarely see anyone who can practice fire control to such an extreme level." She said.

Yuan Xianger carefully observed the heat of baking the biscuits between her hands, and replied without looking up: "It's useless to practice meticulously. It can only be a little help in such small things as cooking."

"How can it be said to be a trivial matter? All life in this world cannot be separated from the word diet. It can be seen that this matter is the most important thing. Those who have practiced magic techniques only to fight and fight are called the cart before the horse."

"The tone of your speech is very similar to my master."

"I have known Yu Yao for thousands of years. Since we can be friends, there are naturally similarities."

"Master Qinglong, do you know where my master has gone?"

"My name is Meng Zhang, you can call me Ah Zhang." The young girl put her chin on the edge of the table and reported her name, not caring about the confusion of generations, "I don't know where he went. , But if you want to find him, you obviously have a ready-made solution by your side."

"Azhang teaches me." Yuan Xianger complied with kindness and immediately changed the title to get into the relationship.

"The Sirius tribe possesses the power of the stars. The magic weapon made from the body of Sirius can give a glimpse of everything under the stars. It is a weapon used to find the creatures under the light of the stars. You don’t have that one by your side. Sirius?"

"I know, I know. I have seen a similar white jade plate from the master of Dongxuan Sect." Yuan Xianger nodded repeatedly and took out the handful of Nan He's hair that he had always carried with him. "But even in the last life, I am I also asked many master refiners along the way, but none of them found anyone who could refine them."

Meng Zhang looked upset, "Do you know who the world's most powerful crafting master is?"

"what?"

Wu Yuan's voice sounded in Yuan Xiang'er's mind in time, "It's her, it's her. The natural ability passed down from generation to generation by the dragon clan is to refine magic weapons."

When Yuan Xiang'er was baking two plates of biscuits, Meng Zhang refined the strand of Nanhe hair into two silver rings the size of two rings.

"When you find a quiet moment, you can drop the essence and blood into your own use. The size of this ring is easy to carry, and after zooming in, the scene inside the ring can be seen."

Yuan Xianger accidentally got the magic weapon she had always wanted, and got two of them at once. He was very happy.

"But why do you have to make two? Does it mean being in pairs?"

It happened to be two silver rings, and giving this one to Nanhe was a bit like a marriage proposal. I didn't expect Ah Zhang to be such a considerate dragon. Yuan Xianger was grateful.

"I always like to refine two magical instruments." Meng Zhang said without expression.

"Well, is there a replacement?"

"You can use one and throw one away, to show the wealth of my dragon clan is unmatched."

"..."

The cookies are baked, because there are not many raw materials for the first preparation, so there are not many pieces.

However, he could not restrain his temper a long time ago, but Wu Yuan, Shi Jun, Murloc, Duomu, and Meng Zhang were waiting to be fed.

A plate of biscuits was put on the table, and the speed of being emptied was almost instantaneous, and the wind can not describe their movements. Most of them fell into the belly of Qinglong, whose face looked uninterested, but whose hand speed was unmatched.

She didn't see any special movements either, a thick stack of biscuits squeezed into the little cherry mouth, and it didn't appear to be particularly bulging.

"It tastes good, I have never eaten it." She stretched out her tongue and licked her lips. "It seems that there are so many delicacies in this world that I haven't eaten."

Wuyuan quit. In the past, as long as Axiang made the food, he was the first one to eat and the most.

But he counseled Qinglong again, and could only act like a spoiled candy while pulling Yuan Xiang'er's sleeve.

"Axiang, Axiang, they helped me all morning before I got one slice, ohhhh."

"Okay, the new butter is not ready so quickly. Wait for the next batch. I will bake the cake for you later. The cake is also delicious." Yuan Xianger touched his head, "Look at the time. Shi Jun and A Qing haven't eaten them yet."

Wu Yuan looked up and saw that Shi Jun was sitting pitifully in front of the empty plate. As expected, he had never grabbed a single cookie, which made his heart more balanced.

Meng Zhang held the last biscuit in his hand, bit by bit. She had something to eat and no one else, watching her eat it, made her heart very happy. It seemed that the last few biscuits tasted better. After all, no one dared to **** food from her.

Shi Jun looked at the plate with no biscuits and was a little frustrated. After helping for a long time, he was quietly hooked up by the fragrance all morning. He wanted to taste it, but he couldn't get it. His brother Shifu, who was sitting next to him, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head to show comfort.

Meng Zhang suddenly remembered what the maids had said.

"Raising children is to control their food and drink, and give them a nest."

Let them eat and drink.

Shi Jun swallowed.

Suddenly a yellow biscuit was placed on the plate in front of him.

One for him and one for his brother.

The brothers turned their heads to look at Meng Zhang, but Meng Zhang didn't look at them. He patted the crumbs on his hands and stood up, turned and left.

"Keep doing it. Let me eat when you are done."

When Yuan Xiang'er found Nan He holding the baked cake, Nan He sat cross-legged on a rock, extracting star power. The Baizhu fruit hovered in front of him in the air to heal his injuries.

When Nan He's practice came to an end and stopped, Yuan Xianger showed him the two rings.

"It's made with the hair you gave me, right?"

The silver ring seemed to fall into the starlight, the silver brilliance flowed, but when I looked closely, there was a black thread lingering through it, entangled. The black is dazzling arbitrarily, and it is more silver-white.

"Sorry, it seems that I accidentally mixed a piece of my hair in." Yuan Xianger said with a grin.

Before speaking, Nan He had already held her ring-holding hand and stretched out her head to kiss him. His breathing was heavy, with a peculiar sweet smell, but the kiss was restrained, solemn and deep, as if thinking It is necessary to brand an engraving and engrave the promise that will never change.

Obviously it was just a shallow kiss, Nan He's cautious and serious appearance gave birth to a different kind of obscure erotica, which was more exciting than the tangled entanglement in the usual days.

Yuan Xiang'er almost couldn't hold back, thinking that there were more important things to do at this moment, she had to grit her teeth and let it go.

She refined one of the rings and enlarged it to the size of a washbasin, and the ring suddenly lit up with silver.

It is very likely that Master's whereabouts will be known immediately, and Yuan Xiang'er is excited.

She clasped her hands together in her mind and meditated on the appearance of Master Yu Yao. Although she hadn't seen her for many years, her clean and hearty appearance could still clearly appear in her mind.

The silver light changed, the silver brilliance spread, and a vast sea appeared in the ring, and the sea surface was sparkling with microwaves, no difference.

"How is the sea? Is my master under the sea?"

Since Master is Kunpeng, it’s normal to stay on the bottom of the sea. Unfortunately, magic weapons like the small astrolabe can only see the scene under the stars, such as in this small world, on the bottom of the sea, or in a room without windows. Can't see it.

It's just that there are thousands of seas in this world, which sea surface will it be?

Yuan Xianger urged his spiritual power to shrink the picture in the control astrolabe. The ripples of the sea water were invisible. The blue sea looked like a beautiful sapphire from high above. This gem is endless and does not know where it is.

Yuan Xiang'er repeatedly reduced the scene in the picture, and finally saw a red line on the edge of the sea. The high continental edge was suddenly cut off, and a row of red stone walls at the cross section formed a deep and bottomless cliff. The river flows to the edge of the plate, and the silver waterfall rushes from the cliff into the vast expanse of the sea.

"This is... Chiyuan?" Nan He read a short sentence circulating among the demon, "The Southern Polar Region, the Crimson Abyss, and the next one is Nanxun. Nanxun, the sea, stretches for thousands of miles, no one knows it. ."

"Your master, in Nanxun?"

"Master is in the sea of ​​Nanming?"

The two said at the same time.

Nanhe: "Namming is at the end of the earth, and Dushuo and I have been able to walk with all our strength for decades. If you want to find a master, you have to find another chance in the future."

Why did the master ran so far into the deep sea, and why did not a single message pass back to her.

I thought I could get news from Master right away, but in the end I was still happy.

Yuan Xianger couldn't help feeling depressed.