Chapter 599

Her round little face was puffed up like a balloon, and her black pupils were covered with a layer of mist. Before she could pick up the ice cream on the ground, Helan Yubai was shoved against the wall by Helan Yubai, her soft back bumping against her. On the hard, hard wall, she couldn't help biting her lip.

"You demon girl, what kind of seduction did you use to seduce Lin Qingxuan? Why is my Helan family sorry for you? You have to call back such a killing god!" A cold voice came from above, and Ruo Shui looked up at the person in front of him. He just turned his head away indifferently.

"Let go of Ruo Shui, what are you doing?" Feng Qingge's face sank, and she rushed out of the room quickly. This arrogant brat who would be noisy with Feng Ni when they met, dared to bully Ruo Shui.

A cold light appeared in the depths of her eyes, grabbing Helan Yubai's clothes and pulling him away. Seeing Ruo Shui's appearance, Feng Qingge felt even more distressed. She touched her little head and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Eat..." Looking at the ice cream that was spilled on the ground, if the water could only contain his thumb, he could only eat one a day. And today's one, just after a while, it's gone.

this kid. Feng Qingge said softly, "I haven't had time to cook something delicious for you recently, so I'll cook you something better later, okay?"

"Okay." An excited light flashed in her black eyes. Although Ruo Shui looked so indifferent, she could see that she was very happy. He took the initiative to hold Feng Qingge's hand and stood beside her.

Ruoshui is ignorant, but she will never let anyone bully her!

Staring coldly at Helan Yubai, Feng Qingge snorted coldly: "Is that how the Helan family treats guests from afar? You always say that Helanbo has no rules and doesn't understand etiquette. I think the one who doesn't understand etiquette the most is You people!"

"What are you, you're just a disciple of Chaoyang Sect. What right do you have to take care of my Helan family's affairs. We didn't invite you over here. If you want to leave, get out of here, what are you doing here!" , Helan Yubai said coldly, he hated the little girl in front of him, and once again brought a crisis to the Helan family!

"I really don't have the right to take care of your Helan family, but it's your fault to bully Ruoshui! If you want us to go, go back and ask your Helan family's opinion, and then talk to us again." Feng Qingge said coldly , did not take Helan Yubai's murderous aura in his eyes at all.

Ruoshui, who was just pulling Fengqing singer, pouted, as if realizing that one of her decisions had brought trouble to people, she said a little tangled: "Then, do you also eat together?"

"..." What to eat, does this girl know the seriousness of the matter, what good is a broken thing, can it solve the troubles it brings to him now!

The answer is, yes!

When he saw the delicious food on the table, Helan Yubai couldn't even believe his eyes, can this be eaten?

There is nothing in this world that one meal can't solve, and if it can't be solved, then two meals.

With seven Xuanji knives in hand, the cooking skills that have been abandoned for a long time are picked up again, just like when I just learned to cook, the moan and groan of each knife are so familiar and unfamiliar. Xuanji Dao, who I thought I would never see again, would appear on this continent with her. I thought it would take a long time to find them, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed like I had done a very long, long time. Dreams, they, are back.

"Xuanji..." The slender fingers slid over the familiar blade, and the seven Xuanji knives trembled at the same time, making a sound of knives in response to Feng Qingge.

"It's been a long time since I did a full feast. Today, I've worked hard for you." Adhering to the blade, Feng Qingge laughed softly, flicking her fingers on the tip of the blade, and turned to look at the ingredients in the kitchen.

"I'll go to your uncle, do the dignified Helan family want to be so frugal, what is this, the stinky meat is still kept, does it attract flies! Whose socks, uncle's, even panties are soaked in the bucket There, no one washes it. What is this... Whose wig fell off..."

After listening to the complaints for nearly half an hour, the uncle, who was leaning against the tree trunk and basking in the sun, yawned and said weakly, "Almost all of the Helan family are male disciples, and there are few women, so it is very common for this situation to occur frequently. It's normal. Anyway, things can't kill people, and you can't change the fact no matter how much you nagging."

"Fuck you!" He threw the trousers in the basin directly at the feet of the fire stick uncle, and Feng Qingge said while holding the basket, "Uncle, are you going to find the ingredients, some things here are useless."

"Don't go, it's really as if the uncle is as busy as you are." Saying that, the fire stick turned over and continued to enjoy the sun.

Feng Qingge didn't bother to care about this uncle, otherwise, when he found something good, he would laugh at him for having little knowledge, and any broken things would be treasures. Have you ever seen this piece of junk worth a fortune? I don't know what the tyrants are thinking...

After Feng Qingge left, the fire stick leaning on the tree trunk yawned and sat up. The shadowy figure seemed looming in the sunlight, with a mysterious atmosphere, letting the cool wind blow his way. With hair down, he lowered his eyebrows and said coldly, "Come out, I don't want to talk to vulgar people."

"Ferocious beast gluttonous, you are still alive." The icy figure slowly walked out from the dark corner, the long scarf was wrapped around his neck, and those eyes were like the cold pool of hell, locked on the tree trunk in front of him. people. He subconsciously clasped the dagger between his sleeves and walked to the courtyard step by step.

Yawning and burning the fire stick as if he hadn't woken up, he said tiredly: "If you have something to say, hurry up and let go of your farts. I don't want to talk to someone who is neither a ghost nor a ghost."

Han Bing stood upright, stretched out his hand and pulled the scarf around his neck, covering half of his face, the dagger in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, the figure standing in the center, with a little toes, reached the tree trunk, the unsheathed dagger. At this moment, it was completely condensed and formed, and a big knife had already appeared.

"Heh..." With a disdainful smile, the person on the tree trunk disappeared instantly, the blade slashed across the sky, and the nihilistic sword light exploded in an instant, and in the surprised whisper of the fire stick, the white figure was steady. Land firmly on the ground. "Pluto's double knives, using one's own trump card against a person who is not an enemy is not the style of the Ghost Star Sect."

Han Bing, who was squatting on the tree trunk, clasped the two knives in his hands tightly. The hilt of the knives connected to the end trembled slightly. His black eyes were full of murderous aura. Void slashed out at the burning stick. The black sword light broke through the air and charged at the white figure.