1062. Chapter 1062 Strange events in the northern wilderness 4
Nowadays, the Purple Disciple has reached the level of nine stars in the heavenly level, and is only one step away from the holy level. However, in terms of overall strength, he will not be inferior in the slightest even against a warrior with two stars in the holy level.
He was only wearing a single coat, but he didn't feel cold at all. He raised his hand and took out the flaming sword and practiced the entire set of sword techniques. A faint white heat was already emanating from his body.
He stopped and turned around, and at a glance he saw Luo Jia standing at the foot of the stairs.
She was wearing a dark fur cloak given by a servant, her head was bare, and her long dark green hair was scattered around her body, with some scattered snowflakes falling on it.
Standing in the snow-swept clearing at the foot of the steps, there was a large amount of snow behind her. Among the white snow, her dark green eyes and hair looked particularly lively. From a distance, they looked like an evergreen plant in winter.
The trees look full of life.
"Purple disciple!"
Seeing him stop the knife, Luo Jia immediately ran up to him and held a bowl in his hands to him.
"Eat quickly, or it will get cold if you don't."
"What is this?!" Zitu looked at the bowl in her hand in confusion.
The bowl is a large one with a gold rim, and the lid is still on it, so there is no clue.
Luo Jia bit her lip, "Well... this is my first time doing it, and I didn't do it well. You... don't mind."
Zitu put away the knife in confusion, raised his hand to hold the lid on the bowl and opened it.
When the lid was removed, the rice porridge inside was immediately revealed. The white rice was stewed to a pulp, and a few slices of boiled plum blossoms could clearly be seen inside.
"Is this... plum blossom rice?" Zi Tu asked.
Luo Jia's face, which was already a little red from the cold, instantly turned redder. It looked as if blood would drip from it with just a slight squeeze.
"It's really ugly. Otherwise, it's better not to eat it."
After cooking it several times, she finally worked up the courage to bring this meal that she thought was still edible. But now that he asked her, she lost all confidence and turned around to run away.
As a result, he turned around and did not run.
Zitu's hand had already reached over and firmly grasped the tray in her hand.
Before Luo Jia could react, he had already brought the bowl over, took a mouthful with a spoon, and brought it to his mouth.
Turning her face and looking at him eating, Luo Jia bit her lip, feeling both uneasy and sweet at the same time.
"That...isn't it...tasty?"
"It's not very delicious." Zitu said.
"So, it still tastes bad?" Luo Jia's mood suddenly dropped to the extreme.
Seeing her disappointed look, Zitu hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant."
"Is that... delicious?" Luo Jia asked a little unconfidently.
Zitu looked into her eyes and nodded against his will.
It was the first time in his life that he lied, just because her eyes really made him unable to bear to tell the truth.
"Really?" Luo Jia suddenly came to life again, "Then you eat more, I cooked a lot?"
"good."
Zitu sat on the steps and drank up the bowl of porridge in three gulps.
Seeing him eating so quickly, Luo Jia thought it was really delicious and asked proactively, "Do you want more?"
Zitu looked at her and said, "Yes."
"I'll serve it to you."
Luo Jia took the empty bowl, turned around and ran away. She ran too fast and almost fell down when her feet slipped. Just as Zitu was about to help her, she had already stood up straight and turned to him with a smile and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.