Being thrown out means Shen Yanxiao may miss a lot of clues, so she can only stand up silently and walk to the loft ahead.

Shen Yanxiao has never done anything like cooking in his past life and this life.

And when she saw the empty kitchen, she was speechless.

Not even a grain of rice. Make a basket?

Is that young gentleman's brain squeezed by the door?

When Shen Yanxiao doubted that Qingjun had an IQ problem, a string of knock came.

Shen Yanxiao runs to the gate and opens it.

I saw a demon woman in a cape staring at Shen Yanxiao.

"You are?" Asked the demon woman.

"I'm Lord Qing's maid." Shen Yanxiao said.

The demon woman was obviously relieved. She immediately put the basket in her hand to Shen Yanxiao and said at a very fast speed: "this is the lunch of Lord Qingjun. I'll give it to you. I'll go first. Goodbye!"

Before the voice came to the ground, the enchanting demon woman had left the door without stopping, leaving Shen Yanxiao alone with a basket of food in a daze.

Shen Yanxiao only thought of a few words in his mind and ran away.

Shen Yanxiao understood. Qing Jun asked her to cook. In fact, he asked her to get ready-made food. With Qing Jun's awkward nature, it was estimated that before that, the demons had sent him food. Otherwise, he would have starved himself to death.

Take the rice for Qingjun to enjoy.

Shen Yanxiao watched Qing Jun take out the food with his white gloved hands and finish with a frown.

It's really a wonderful thing to be so clean.

After dinner, Qingjun went into the room again. This time, he called Shen Yanxiao in.

"Don't move. Do whatever I ask you to do." Qing Jun road.

Shen Yanxiao's heart is happy, and such good things?

Qing Jun put Shen Yanxiao into the lab so casually, which is like putting a mouse into a rice VAT.

Shen Yanxiao really doesn't know whether to laugh at Qingjun's "single fool" or to be happy with his own luck.

Even though she was already happy inside, Shen Yanxiao was still very calm on the surface. She followed Qing Jun and walked into the lab.

The room that was arranged yesterday has been disordered again. The damage ability of Qing Jun can be seen.

The manuscripts scattered on the table were so big and stabbed in front of Shen Yanxiao's eyes. They didn't mean to cover up at all.

However, Shen Yanxiao didn't pay attention to the manuscripts at this time. Qing Jun is stupid. Shen Yanxiao will be doubted if he stares at these things in front of him.

Qingjun takes out a small porcelain dish, which is filled with red powder.

A fishy smell rushed into Shen Yanxiao's nostrils. The red powder in the dish was not nearby, but the bone powder after being ground with blood soaked bones.

Shen Yanxiao is not sure whether the bone powder comes from the monster or anything, but she is very clear that many spells among warlocks need to be applied to bloody things, and those spells stained with blood are forbidden in nine out of ten.

"Give me the bottle." Qingjun holds the porcelain plate in both hands and turns to look at Shen Yanxiao.

"Behind you, the yellow bottle on the shelf."

Shen Yanxiao goes to get it according to his words. It's an amber translucent liquid, a little like oil.

"Open." Qing Jun road.

Shen Yanxiao opened the bottle cap and a stink came out of it.

Sub concave! What's in this bottle is corpse oil!