Being thrown out meant that Shen Yanxiao might miss many clues, so she could only get up silently and walk to the attic ahead.
Shen Yanxiao has never done anything like cooking before in this life.
And when she saw the empty kitchen, she was speechless.
Not even a grain of rice to make a basket?
Was that Qingjun's brain squeezed by the door?
Just when Shen Yanxiao was wondering if Qing Jun had a problem with his IQ, there was a series of knocks on the door.
Shen Yanxiao ran to the door, opened it and took a look.
I saw a demon woman wearing a cloak looking at Shen Yanxiao blankly.
"Who are you?" the demon woman asked.
"I am Lord Qingjun's maid." Shen Yanxiao said.
The demon woman was obviously relieved. She immediately handed the basket in her hand to Shen Yanxiao and said at a very fast speed: "This is Master Qingjun's lunch. I will leave it to you. I will leave first." One step, goodbye!!"
Before the words were spoken, the enchanting demon woman had already left the door without stopping, leaving Shen Yanxiao alone in a daze carrying a basket of food.
Shen Yanxiao only thought of a few words in his mind and ran away.
Shen Yanxiao finally understood that when Qingjun asked her to cook, he actually asked her to get ready-made food. With Qingjun's awkward temperament, it was estimated that the demons had brought food to him before, otherwise he would have been there by himself. Starved myself to death.
He took the rice and gave it to Qingjun to enjoy.
Shen Yanxiao watched as Qingjun took out the food with his white-gloved hands and finished eating with a frown.
It's really weird to have mysophobia to this extent.
After eating, Qing Jun went into the room again, but this time, he called Shen Yanxiao in.
"Don't move. Just do whatever I ask you to do." Qing Jun said.
Shen Yanxiao was overjoyed. Is there such a good thing?
Qingjun actually put Shen Yanxiao into the laboratory so casually, it was like putting a mouse into a rice vat.
Shen Yanxiao really didn't know whether to laugh at Qingjun for being "silly" or to be happy that he was lucky.
Even though she was excited inside, Shen Yanxiao still appeared very calm on the outside. She followed Qing Jun and walked into the laboratory.
The room that was tidied up yesterday was once again in disarray, which clearly showed Qingjun's destructive ability.
The manuscripts scattered on the table were so large and prickly in front of Shen Yanxiao's eyes, with no intention of covering them up at all.
However, Shen Yanxiao did not pay attention to those manuscripts at this time. No matter how stupid Qingjun was, Shen Yanxiao would be suspected if he stared at these things in front of him.
Qingjun took out a small porcelain plate with red powder in it.
A fishy smell rushed into Shen Yanxiao's nose. The red powder in the plate was not the other stuff, it was bone meal soaked in blood and ground into pieces.
Shen Yanxiao was not sure whether those bone powder came from monsters or something else, but she knew very well that there were many spells among warlocks that required the use of bloody things, and those spells that were contaminated with the smell of blood were nine out of ten. They are all forbidden arts.
"Give me that bottle." Qingjun held the porcelain plate in both hands and turned to look at Shen Yanxiao.
"Behind you, the yellow bottle on the shelf."
Shen Yan and Xiao Yiyan went to get it. It was a bottle of amber translucent liquid, a bit like oil.
"Open it." Qing Jun said.
Shen Yanxiao opened the bottle cap, and a stench came out from inside.
Second! What’s in this bottle is actually corpse oil!