The sharks are creatures born from the sea. They have unique abilities and talents in the sea. If they lose their webs, it will definitely be extremely disadvantageous.
Thinking of this, Balian couldn't help but feel worried.
Lin Yuan's pretty face was slightly red, and her slender fingers were clasping the ancient vines emitting this faint light in her hands. Her eyes were wandering, her expression was hesitant, and she didn't know how to explain it.
Just as her eyes moved slightly, she very keenly noticed a smirk on the corner of Fang Geyu's mouth and narrow eyes.
She opened her mouth as if she wanted to, but Lin Yuan was so horrified that her fish tail almost appeared, and she quickly covered the little girl's mouth.
"Uh uh... uh uh..."
Lin Yuan first glared at Fang Geyu with a fierce look, then looked at Balian and laughed dryly: "It doesn't matter, with my current cultivation, it doesn't matter whether I have webs or not. I thought this web was not good-looking, but now
There’s nothing wrong with having clean hands, like those of a human being.”
Bailian glanced at Fang Geyu silently and sighed: "Okay."
It seems that what she means is a bit cryptic, but it is not a good thing to hide an illness and avoid medical treatment.
I'd better take more time to read the medical classics in the Mountain Divine Mansion in the future to see if there are any remedies.
The clouds and mist were deep, the night was not too dark, it was still early, and it was dinner time in the world.
At Bai Lian's signal, Lin Guiyuan brought a large pile of firewood and started to light the fire.
Fang Geyu watched with surprise as Bai Lian sat on the floor and took out a lot of ingredients from the Qiankun bag on his waist, uh... and kitchen knives and iron pots.
She said with black lines on her head: "You just used my Shifang City's mecha to exchange for this pile of scrap metal and rotten vegetables and leaves?"
"It's not just that." Balian took out another chicken from the Qiankun bag as if he was offering a treasure, and his neck was wiped with a knife. The blood was not wasted, and he drank it clean.
Fang Geyu's expression was extremely disgusting, and he covered his nose as if he saw some big excrement: "You are a pervert, you brought back a dead chicken."
Balian laughed, put the dead chicken on the ground, took a big fat radish, and handed it to Lin Guiyuan: "Guiyuan, can you chop vegetables?"
His dead gray eyes stared blankly at the big radish with new green leaves.
The pupils that were originally a little gloomy at night were now replaced by a feeling of complete loss.
He tilted his delicate and pale face and hesitated a little embarrassedly: "I...I haven't had any cuts..."
Before Balian could take back the radish, he immediately straightened his back, carefully held the big radish, and looked at Balian's deathly gray eyes with great seriousness: "But...but I can learn, and I can help.
To the young master."
Balian suppressed a smile and laughed.
Lin Guiyuan was serious, as if facing a formidable enemy, he held the kitchen knife with stiff hands, as if he wanted to stab someone at any time.
But Lin Guiyuan was still clumsy and did what Bai Lian told him seriously.
With the stream water, Balian quickly plucked the chicken and washed it clean. His movements were extremely skillful and he did it in one go, as if he was born to do this.
Relying on his instinctive memory, Bailian first marinated the washed chicken for a while, drained the water, and then placed it in a clay vat and baked it over a strong fire.
On the other side, a large iron pot was used to slowly stew mutton and radish soup, and finally a pot of dumplings was made as the staple food tonight.
Fang Geyu let out a sigh, sniffed, and said in surprise: "They say a gentleman lives far away from the kitchen, but you actually know how to cook?"
Balian couldn't distinguish the smell of food clearly, and the misty heat steamed his dark eyes, which made him dreamy and misty.
He squatted next to an iron pot, added a few firewood into it, and said with a smile: "It's a blessing to be able to eat."
I don't know if it was Fang Geyu's illusion, but she actually caught a trace of sadness in those misty eyes.
It's just a quiet time.
"Gululu..."
Fang Geyu's cheeks turned red because her stomach was rumbling.
Lin Guiyuan snorted, and there was no smile on his face, because his muscles had long been stiff and it was difficult to move the corners of his mouth, but the teasing and mocking meaning in those dead gray eyes was very obvious.
Fang Geyu suddenly became angry, grabbed a pile of weeds and dirt from the ground and smashed it on his head.
"Why are you laughing? What's so funny? I've been eating grape fruits every day since I entered the mountains, and my mouth is almost sore. Why don't you let me have a stomachache?"
When quarreling with Fang Geyu, Lin Guiyuan would always put on a slightly disdainful and sarcastic expression.
But at the same time, his movements will become very clumsy, and he can't even avoid a patch of grass and soil. He will look embarrassed and say in a deep voice: "You can leave if you don't like it, no one will keep you."
Fang Geyu's eyes wandered around the mutton and radish soup in a very mocking manner, looking at the strange-looking radish pieces of different sizes.
She sneered and said, "How dare you drive someone away if you can't cut a carrot?"
Lin Guiyuan knew that he could not win against this little girl with the art of talking, so he no longer looked for trouble.
After humming twice, he went to the river to wash his face.
Balian took out two short, fat porcelain bottles from his arms. The bottles contained a kind of earthly sweet drink.
It is baked with goat milk and dry cheese. It has a warm and smooth texture and will not melt even if it is heated.
He put it on the fire rack and heated it up, then handed it to Lin Yuan and Fang Geyu.
"I know that winter fruits taste bitter, so I'll cook for you in the future. Miss Fang must be used to eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, so don't blame me for my poor cooking skills."
Fang Geyu stared blankly at the two short, fat porcelain bottles handed over to her with a pair of bright black eyes. The butter paper on the mouth of the bottle could not seal the rich and sweet fragrance of the heated milk. She was in a daze for a moment.
Balian raised the milk bottle in his hand and waved it in front of her: "What's wrong? Don't you like sweets?"
"Why don't you like it anymore? When this girl was a child, she liked to beg Shan's father for candies and berries. At that time, Shan's father was very doting on her. Later, she got several cavities and the pain lasted for several days before the girl restrained herself.
"
Lin Yuan laughed and shook her head. Apparently she also had a sweet tooth. Her eyes lit up when she looked at the porcelain bottle. She took it while Fang Geyu was in a daze and put a bottle into her hand.
The warm porcelain bottle is very comfortable to hold in the hand in winter.
Lin Yuan held it and covered it with her hands. Then she thought of something, bit her lip and looked at it. She put the warm porcelain bottle next to Bailian's cheek and looked at his slightly stunned eyes with warm and soft eyes.
"Your body is always so cold, please cover it..."
Fang Geyu shook his body, raised his voice and said with a strange voice, "I smell a strong smell of sourness."
Balian didn't understand what he meant: "Is this sweet milk spoiled? Why is it sour?"
Fang Geyu pinched his eyebrows and shook his head: "This child... is hopeless."
Lin Guiyuan said he wanted to wash his face, but he didn't come back after washing himself. He must have been tired of this young lady.
Jinsheng, who was sleeping soundly in the tree, was awakened by the warm smell of food.
"It's so unkind! You don't even know how to call me "Young Master" when you have something to eat. In the past few days, my mouth has become like a bird." If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Long Night Walk search novel website updates