Qiu Yu was very dissatisfied with the joke of the Nine-tailed Heavenly Demon, so he secretly responded, "You only know that I have a strong taste. What's the matter? Mrs. Jin is only over 100 years old. You are all an old fairy of six or seven hundred years old. I also want to get it..."

"Get out!" Xiaojiu's pretty face turned red with anger and cursed angrily: "You bastard still compare me with her. Can you be the same? I am equivalent to being reborn. I am only eighteen years old now, and I am in my youth."

"You are not afraid of the wind and your tongue flashing..."

This man and the demon were quarreling in Qiu Yu's body, and they were unknown to others. Jin Ping'er noticed the shiny eyes of this son, and thought she was attracted by her beauty. She smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, my dear apprentice."

Qiu Yu smiled and said, "A small matter." He threw the iron millet into the copper basin and made a sound, like gold beads falling from a jade plate. It can be seen that the rice is very hard.

The boy was not idle with his hands. After a while, he made most of the basin of millet, then took the water bag and poured some clear water in it. He waved his left hand and the purple-red flames surged out, wrapping around and bottom of the copper basin, burning like a stove fire.

The fire-attribute technique that usually wins the enemy has changed its function at this moment, which is really convenient. In just a cup of tea, the water boils and boils, making the white rice grains rise and fall, and the fragrance becomes more and more fragrant.

But the rice is too hard, and it will take a long time to cook if it is cooked normally. Fortunately, Qiu Yu has a way. He shook his right hand and the green spiritual power turned into light to cover the copper basin, forming a completely closed container. The basin flames are roasted, and the water vapor forms high pressure in the basin, so that the iron millet can be ripened faster.

After a while, through the transparent light shield, you can see that the soup in the basin has become viscous, and the iron millet has already spread out, and it is obviously ripe. When the autumn feathers are harvested, the flames are extinguished, and the crystal-like lid has disappeared. A pot of steaming millet porridge is freshly released from the pot.

Qiuyu is a careful person. He always brings some daily necessities when he goes out for emergencies. Among them is a sea bowl carved from the bones of the monsters, which are light yellow and are made of one end of the leg bones of the high-level monsters. They are engraved with the patterns of the Eight Immortals. The shapes are realistic and lifelike. Eight sets are set, which can be called works of art.

The bone bowl was about the same size as the ordinary sea bowl. He took out three and placed them. He just moved a few times. The porridge in the basin then flew upwards, turning into arcs and falling into the bowls.

No matter what, Qiu Yu was still thinking about Xuesha. So after so long, the little girl must be hungry, so she naturally had to give her a serving. As her palm was raised, a bowl of porridge was swept away by spiritual energy, and fell to Xuesha, who was more than ten feet away, emitting fragrance.

Jin Ping'er saw it and felt like a mirror in her heart. Although Xiaoyu chose her, she still couldn't forget the Snow Girl. She could understand that men always eat the pot and think about the basin. It doesn't matter, as long as they hold it firmly. She seemed to be angry with someone on purpose, and said in a coquettish voice: "I'm so tired as a teacher. You have to feed me a baby apprentice."

Even though he guessed the woman's intention, Qiu Yu still gritted the bullet and pretended to be free and easy, "Okay, as long as the master likes it, it's fine."

"Then I want you to hold me and feed me again..."

"no problem……"

In order to achieve the purpose of psychological concealment, Qiu Yu did not give any reluctance. He stretched out his arms and wrapped himself in Jin Ping'er's warm body. He scooped the hot porridge with a spoon and blew it twice before feeding it to the other party. He showed his gentleness and consideration, and Jin Ping'er said with satisfaction: "It's so delicious. Don't just feed me. You can take a bite too. If you get hungry, I should feel sorry."

Even though Xuesha couldn't see the situation behind, her voice inevitably reached her ears, and a very disgusting scene appeared in her mind, which made her scold her, "Shameless thing, a pair of shameless people!"

On the right side is a sea bowl carved from animal bones. According to Xuesha's idea, she would rather starve to death than eat it, but she really couldn't bear it at this moment. I can't die yet. This princess wants to see how long you can be loving! She picked up the animal bone bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls, but her tears fell down and swallowed it with millet porridge.

There is no need to worry about food and drink in the warehouse, but there is a changing atmosphere. However, compared with the two old men outside, they are undoubtedly lucky. At least they can solve the problem of food and clothing without having to endure hunger.

After eating a bowl of millet porridge, Jin Ping'er felt a little more comfortable, especially lying in Qiu Yu's arms. This feeling was particularly pleasant, and she didn't forget to flirt with her at any time. She grabbed Qiu Yu's hand and put it into her clothes, saying that she felt her heartbeat, but she was actually not touching her. Since that's the case, Qiu Yu wouldn't be polite, so she should be considered as her own preference.

On the other hand, Qiu Yu quietly asked the Nine-tailed Heavenly Demon how he could save Jin Ping'er's life, which really made him excited and felt a little surprised.

Xiaojiu could only hear her hum, "This medicine powder is very special. Ordinary people don't know what it is. But I sniffed it out. It should be made by drying the corpse grass and grinding it into powder. The toxicity of this grass can be relieved..."

"Is that true, how to resolve it?"

"You still remember the feces of the Jue Ming Silkworm, called Qiannennium, which has the effect of expelling the toxicity of the Jue Zhen grass. Of course, if you want to completely expel it, you have to add another medicine."

"What is that?" Qiu Yu couldn't wait to ask, feeling quite excited and looking forward to it. After all, he had thousands of spiritual medicines stored in the rill, and many of them were precious. Many of them came from the spiritual realm and could not be seen on the market. He had nowhere to buy it even if he had money. It would be great if he owned that medicine.

He always puts his heart in everything, especially those who value friendship like Qiu Yu, who thinks that Jin Ping'er treats him well. If he can help him resolve the poison in it, wouldn't he repay the other party's kindness?

Seeing that he was excited, Xiaojiu felt a little unhappy, because the brat was for the woman. She snorted coldly: "Don't be happy too early. You don't have another medicine, that is Bing Jiaoxue Cloud Grass."

Qiu Yu was stunned. He really didn't have this herb. Wouldn't he be happy in vain? He responded to the saying, "It's hard to cook without rice," Xiao Jiu said in vain. He could only say helplessly: "Then there is nothing to do, let it go." After all, he was in the palace of the God King and had nowhere to look for it.

Xiaojiu frowned and hummed, "Why are you not enlightened? Think about who can have this herb?"

Qiu Yu suddenly realized and looked at Xuesha. He understood in his heart that it was probably because the little girl from the Snow Country might have this herb, but she had broken up with each other. When they saw each other, they were just strangers, and even the other party didn't look at him directly. How could they ask for it? It would be a slap in the face. What should I do? It's too troublesome.
Chapter completed!