The leader estimated that anyone with any brain would know that this green-black-purple-looking thing was inedible.

But when he looked up, he met Jiang Zhenzhen's rather expectant eyes, and he finally couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

I have to say that this girl really has no self-awareness at all about her cooking skills.

"Master, I suddenly feel no longer hungry." The leader said as he pushed the bowl away.

As soon as the bowl was pushed away, Jiang Zhenzhen pushed it back. She said with a serious look on her face: "My disciple has endured this for so long, how about a taste of it, Master?"

The leader glanced at her: "Have you tasted it?"

There was a flash of narrowing in Jiang Zhenzhen's eyes: "Um...no."

Leader: "..."

Good guy, this girl knows that the food she cooks is terrible, right?

"Do you want to try it too?" The leader pushed the bowl in front of Jiang Zhenzhen, "I see you are hungry too."

"My disciple is not hungry!"

The two of them fought for a long time, but in the end no one ate.

It was already midnight after all this fuss. Jiang Zhenzhen was so sleepy that her eyes were blurred and she kept yawning.

Seeing how sleepy she was, the leader raised his eyebrows.

Tsk, you offended him and you still want to sleep?

Are you dreaming?

"Master, it's getting late..."

Just when Jiang Zhenzhen was about to go back to the house to rest, she saw the leader took out a pen and paper, as if he wanted to write something.

She shook her head and immediately walked over to help grind the ink.

As a disciple, she still has the awareness she deserves!

A hint of a successful smile flashed in the leader's eyes, and then he pretended to start writing.

Of course, the writing is all ghost characters.

Jiang Zhenzhen was so sleepy that she yawned and asked, "What is your Majesty painting?"

painting?

This is clearly a good word!

This girl's eyes are really bad!

However, is his handwriting really that ugly?

The leader couldn't keep his face and coughed twice: "Being a teacher is like a painted talisman."

Jiang Zhenzhen understood.

No wonder this painting looks a bit weird, it turns out to be a charm.

Seeing that Jiang Zhenzhen did not continue to ask questions, the leader breathed a sigh of relief and continued to scribble unhurriedly.

As long as he keeps writing, Jiang Zhenzhen will never leave.

Then, he saw Jiang Zhenzhen standing politely at first, then slowly turning to sitting, and finally lying directly on the table.

At first she was still moving her hands, but later she stopped moving at all.

Seeing this, the leader turned to look at her and was about to scold her, but stopped before the words came out.

Beside her, Jiang Zhenzhen was lying on the side, her face pressed against the table, forming a very cute arc. She was breathing steadily, and her cheeks and hands were stained with ink, as black as a little doll.

She fell asleep.

The leader's eyes darkened slightly.

It was the first time that someone could sleep peacefully in front of him.

Whoever saw him on weekdays would not tremble with fear?

However, he also understood that it was Lord Junyue who made Jiang Zhenzhen feel at ease, not him.

Thinking of this, a trace of anger flashed in the leader's eyes, and he raised his foot and kicked the stool behind Jiang Zhenzhen.

"Bang--!"

The sound of a stool falling to the ground woke Jiang Zhenzhen up. She woke up with a start. She looked around cautiously and found that the person sitting next to her was Lord LaCrosse. She immediately returned to her sleepy look.

"Are you sleepy?" the leader preemptively asked, "Why can't you even sit firmly on the stool?"

Jiang Zhenzhen rubbed her eyes, trying to wake herself up as much as possible. She shook her head: "I'm not sleepy, disciple."

Jun Yue didn't even say she was sleepy, so how could she have the nerve to say she was sleepy?

If she got the reputation of being a lazy person and was kicked out of Cangyun Palace, she would have no one to talk to.

The leader nodded with satisfaction, and just as he was about to continue saying something, he saw Jiang Zhenzhen's eyes being rubbed black by her hands, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Jiang Zhenzhen looked confused: "Master, what's wrong?"

The leader suppressed his laughter and wiped her eyes with trembling hands. More and more ink was wiped, and finally a huge black circle was formed, completely surrounding Jiang Zhenzhen's eyes.

Like a red panda.

Finally, I couldn't hold back my laughter any longer and said, "It's nothing, it looks good."

His fingertips were also dyed black with ink.

Jiang Zhenzhen immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly took a look in the mirror. She couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth. She went out to wash her face and confirmed that there was no ink on her face. Then she sat at the desk again and continued to polish the ink.

The water droplets on her forehead were not wiped clean, but dripped down her cheeks.

The leader of the cult reached out to wipe her with his hand out of nowhere. When his fingertips touched her soft cheek, he felt a little uncomfortable for no reason and hurriedly withdrew his hand.

In order to cover up his gaffe, he immediately said: "I haven't washed it thoroughly."

"Huh?" Jiang Zhenzhen was confused, "Didn't you wash it off?"

She had just looked in the mirror and was clean.

She turned her head to look in the mirror and saw the black spots that the leader had just wiped on. She had no choice but to wash her face again.

After washing her face twice in a row, Jiang Zhenzhen was completely awake and even more energetic when she was grinding ink.

"What kind of talisman did Master draw?"

The leader thought about it and casually made up one: "Pure Heart Talisman."

"Pure Heart Talisman?" Jiang Zhenzhen thought thoughtfully, "Does the Pure Heart Talisman look like this?"

Probably because Jiang Zhenzhen was too sober, she started talking more.

For the leader who spends most of his time alone, her non-stop banging sound can be said to be quite noisy.

But in the too quiet night, her noise seemed to make people feel at ease.

This was the first time that someone accompanied him through this long night.

The leader rubbed his stomach where the headache was unbearable, lowered his eyes, and did not show any signs of it, so he stayed awake until the next day.

Jiang Zhenzhen was still very awake at first, but slowly she became sleepy again.

The leader looked at her soft sleeping face and remained silent for a long time. Finally, he didn't wake her up. He just reached out and pinched her ink-stained face:

"Slept quite soundly."

She really wasn't afraid at all that he would send her away while she was asleep.

At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the sachet hanging with the purple jade pendant around her waist.

Inside the sachet was his severed finger.

The leader's eyes flashed slightly and he suddenly smiled.

Did he actually put his severed finger together with the jade pendant of Lord Junyue?

So in Jiang Zhenzhen’s heart, does he also have a certain weight?

Jiang Zhenzhen: Isn’t it true that someone who can take his life anytime and anywhere shouldn’t have some weight?

Realizing this, the leader was inexplicably happy. He wanted to stay longer, but seeing that it was almost dawn, he had no choice but to sigh, get up and leave.

…

"elder sister?"

Jiang Zhenzhen was awakened by Yuner.

Yun'er looked at her tiredly with dark circles under her eyes: "Sister, nothing happened last night, right?"

Last night, she heard the ding-dong-dong sound in the kitchen and realized that something must have happened, but she didn't dare to get up and look. She stayed in the quilt and could only tremble until dawn before she dared to get up.

As soon as it dawned, she went to the kitchen.

The scene in the kitchen was so tragic... Good guy, really good guy.

Then, she saw the black and purple paste in the pot, and instantly imagined in her mind the scene of Jiang Zhenzhen being poisoned to death for pissing off His Majesty, so she hurriedly came to find Jiang Zhenzhen.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhenzhen is still alive.

Jiang Zhenzhen's lips twitched: "I cooked that porridge."

Yun'er: "???"
Chapter completed!