Ma Dan, Xia Xi is so sharp!!

Oh, My God!! It's just the next medicine. Should it be so difficult!!!

"Wait!"

Xia Xi narrowed her eyes and called everyone.

"Hehe, what else can I do for you?"

Qingcheng looked over with a guilty heart.

Xia Xi pointed to the legendary bowl of Shiquan tonic soup: "martial uncle, take a sip and go again, otherwise you won't be able to endure."

“…………”

"Well, what, no need..."

"Drink!"

At the command, don't mention Qingcheng. These middle-aged old uncles over 40 shivered together. Look at me and I'll look at you. Finally, they pushed Qingcheng out.

You are the Third Elder martial brother, you are the biggest, you come!!

Qingcheng:

Would you like some soy sauce??

He subconsciously looked at the curator and said that the biggest thing is you, senior brother?

Hong Xu pinched his beard, raised his head and held his chest high, and carried out the Fairy Spirit to the end.

Well, I'm the curator at least. Of course you go!

Qingcheng:

OK, go ahead. In order not to let the war sign appear in Tianshan sect again, drink!

He looked at the perfect tonic soup, picked up a bowl and poured it on his back.

After drinking, he didn't forget to wipe his mouth and light up the bottom of the bowl to Xia Xi: "look, it's really delicious after drinking all!"

Then he put down his bowl and strode to the cave. He felt that he had to shut up tonight

Looking at his back, everyone at Tianshan Temple sighed and left.

Third senior brother, I respect you for being a man!

"OK, we should basically make it dawn in our evening class. You had dinner earlier and had a rest earlier."

Hong Xu endured the little excitement in his heart, and his face was still immortal.

In the room, there are two people left.

Xia Xi swept the eye tree root soup: "can you really drink this thing?"

Zhan Yu nodded: "when they were young, they did it several times. Some ethnic minorities in the South also cooked with herbs."

"Really?"

Xia Xi still hesitated. She grew up in a foreign country, but she really didn't drink this kind of soup with grass roots!!

"It's all right. I'll drink with you."

Zhan Yu smiled and filled two bowls of soup: "always drink something, not lack of water."

Seeing this, Xia Xi could only nod.

Zhan Yu only filled the clear soup. The rest was not filled at all. Without the "materials" at the bottom, this bowl of soup was acceptable both in color and taste.

"Drink."

Zhan Yu picked up the bowl, and Xia Xi picked it up. They took a bite of their character, and then

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Two people vomited together!

This soup... Has a problem!!

Looking at each other, Zhan Yu immediately took the soup bowl in her hand, opened the door and went out.

Outside the door, there is no one, only the snow mountain under the dark, vaguely visible!

Damn it, people are gone!!

Evening class??

Then why is there no one in the Sanqing hall!!

Sure enough, there is something wrong with the soup!

But why do your martial uncles give themselves medicine?!

When I couldn't understand it, a few strange groans came faintly from the cave in the distance.

But soon, it calmed down again, and there was no movement at all!

Zhan Yu's face became very ugly.

You'd better let him catch these people, or they'll look good!

He took a deep breath and wanted to calm his anger, but he was surprised to find that the fire could not be suppressed!

Damn it, what the hell is going on??

Surprised to turn back, he saw Xiao Xi sitting at the table, his face slightly red and his eyes full of autumn water.