Then, flames burst out from the white jade-like palm, and the black ice cubes in the pot quickly melted and boiled, turning into a thick and sticky liquid.

"Restored to the second level of Qi training."

Qiu Zhihe murmured, hesitated, dipped a chopstick into a little thick black liquid, put it to her mouth, stretched out her soft little tongue, and licked it on the chopsticks.

"Bah, bah!"

Qiu Zhihe frowned and sighed several times with a look of disbelief on his face:

"The porridge I cooked is so terrible?"

She ignored the pot of black porridge, turned around, walked back to the window, and took down the wedding dress she washed yesterday from the clothes rail.

There are still some small stains on it that have not been washed away, but for Qiu Zhihe, who is doing laundry for the first time, this is enough.

She folded her wedding dress crookedly, picked it up and walked out of the door. She turned right and came to the door of the Taoist monk next door.

Suddenly, through the rough soundproof formation, Qiu Zhihe heard bursts of confusing sounds coming from inside.

She was silent for a moment, then turned and walked back to the door of her house.

The door of the room next door on the left opened, and a wretched-looking male cultivator walked out. His face was pale and his steps were sloppy. He was obviously drained by alcohol and sex.

Seeing Qiu Zhihe, his narrow triangular eyes lit up and he asked with a smile:

"This fellow Taoist, are you the wife that fellow Taoist Qin just married?"

Qiu Zhihe remembered Qin Gengyun's words, ignored him, opened the door and entered the house, slamming the door.

This wretched male cultivator touched his chin, his eyes full of amazement:

"A childlike face with giant peaches, thin branches bearing huge fruits, this is the best!"

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