"Go and pick the firewood." Gu Fenghua didn't do anything, but just calmed down and pointed at the few dead trees not far away.
Ning Yu'er was like being pardoned, holding the hem of the robe in one hand, and jumped out like a frightened little rabbit.
Behind him, Gu Fenghua showed a playful smile.
Ning Yuer was right. She really couldn't see the mind and didn't know what he was muttering in his heart. But he still underestimated Gu Fenghua's divine thoughts, even if they were both the fifth level of the Transformation Saint, even if he was still the King of Xiaoyao.
The descendants he valued the most, Gu Fenghua's strong spiritual sense is not comparable to him.
So he didn't know that he could not hide the few small actions of his secretly pressing the hilt of the sword. Before he could even hold on to the hilt of the sword, she was already alert after a little murderous intention.
It seems that this guy is pretty good by nature and knows the importance of it. Of course, it may not be because of his good nature, but because he trained himself well. Looking at Ning Yuer's panicked back, Gu Fenghua thought inwardly and boasted by the way.
Soon, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the dark and undulating mountains in the distance.
Along the way, she always had a feeling of uneasiness, as if someone was quietly peeking at them in the dark, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass.
At first, she thought that this premonition of anxiety came from Ning Yuer, but soon realized that she was wrong. The man's murderous intent was hidden deeper than Ning Yuer, but also stronger.
If it isn't Ning Yu'er, then who will it be?
Soon, Ning Yuer picked up a large bundle of dry firewood, skillfully folded it into small pieces, and set a fire.
These days, he has left these miscellaneous tasks to do. Over time, he naturally becomes more and more proficient.
However, although he was doing the rough and stupid work of a servant, it was a great humiliation for his identity as the descendant of the Heavenly King, Ning Yuer herself enjoyed it.
The reason is very simple. Shortly after completing these rough and stupid tasks, he can eat the most beautiful delicacies in the world.
Like Wuji Holy Heaven, the people of Wuxi Heaven pay too much attention to cultivation and want to eat Taoist elixir as food. Ning Yuer, as the descendant of the Heavenly King, is of course no exception.
He had not even eaten serious food a few times when he lived so old, but how could he taste such deliciousness? I remember when Gu Fenghua first teared off a chicken leg for him, he still maintained the reserve of the descendant of the Heavenly King.
I originally wanted to act like I was disdainful, but I was afraid of being beaten, so I took the chicken leg without expression and took it with a blank expression.
Then, he was out of control. Not only did he chew the chicken leg, but even the chicken bones, he swallowed them into his stomach. In the end, he still gritted his teeth and accidentally bit his tongue.
The fishy smell of blood, combined with the lingering fragrance left by the chicken legs in the mouth, became unprecedentedly delicious.
Then, he was completely trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself. Whenever he stopped to rest, what he most hoped for was Gu Fenghua's order to collect wood - according to Gu Fenghua, there was only the meat roasted in this way.
, the original flavor is the most delicious.
Ning Yuer was a little unbelievable at first, but she plucked up the courage to ask Gu Fenghua for a pheasant and tried to roast it with elixir fire, and then she believed it again.
Therefore, every time he picked firewood, it became one of the happiest moments in his life. What was happier than this was of course eating meat, not eating his own tongue, but eating the barbecue cooked by Gu Fenghua.