The kitchen is fully equipped with everything from knives, plates, oil, salt, seasonings, pots and pans... everything is available, more than the kitchen in a hotel!
Wu Jiuzi even pulled out a piece of beef from a cold cabinet nearby...
The priest in the wind has cultivated like a god, shouldn't he be able to eat the wind and drink the dew?
Why are you still eating these whole grains?
Aren’t you afraid of being tacky?
Piaomiao Peak, Piaomiao Peak, should be such a place of immortality and awe-inspiring immortality. I didn't expect that the smell of mortal world would be so strong!
This Kazama priest is indeed an unexpected freak!
When the Kazama priest first appeared, although she was extremely shocked, she felt that he should be the kind of cold, aloof, cold and indifferent god...
Like some master-disciple fairy tale novels, it floats out of the dust and makes people want to worship it.
And his performance in front of other people on the viewing platform was indeed like this, otherwise he would not have such a sacred halo in the folk rumors...
But after arriving at Misty Peak, Wu Jiuzi felt that her three views had been shattered...
Her cheap master only has a glamorous appearance, but he is so weird on the inside. Everything he does is beyond her expectation, and his temperament is even more elusive.
He is simply a big-tailed wolf covered in Guanyin’s halo!
Wu Jiuzi felt inexplicably frightened whenever he came near him...
She sighed sadly. Suddenly, she felt deeply that under the hands of this uncertain high priest, her life was a little worried and her future was a little confused...
"It's fine, why are you sighing again?" A magnetic and cold voice came over, and it was terribly familiar.
Fengjian Liuxiang didn't know when it would arrive, so he lazily leaned against the door frame and looked at her.
Wu Jiuzi was chopping vegetables when she was startled and cut it on her finger!
The blood immediately rushed out happily.
Wu Jiuzi was in terrible pain and hurriedly washed his bleeding fingers with cold water——
"What are you doing?" There was a breeze, and her wrist was already being held by someone. The warm touch made Wu Jiuzi's heart skip a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw.
"Don't move!" His fingers tightened a little, and she couldn't move. Only the blood on the cut finger flowed more quickly, and a line of blood dripped down, and it was dripping with a lingering fragrance in the wind.
On the lapel...
Drop by drop, like the blooming plum blossoms described by a painter.
Well, she didn't mean it, who told him not to let go.
Wu Jiuzi glanced at him innocently.
She was about to defend herself a few words, but Fengjian Liuxiang's next action made all her words stuck in her throat, and she froze there!
He - he actually put her broken finger in his mouth and sucked it...
The moist, warm and soft touch was like a thin ray of lightning, running straight to her heart along the fingers, causing her heartbeat to almost stop!
Mu stared blankly at his slightly lowered eyes, the long eyelashes were clearly defined, and the thin lips holding her fingers were as light as red cherry——
He seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his eyes, facing Wu Jiuzi's round, shocked eyes——
His movements paused slightly!
He actually smiled and slowly let go of her finger: "Surprised?"
Wu Jiuzi flexed and stretched her injured finger and coughed: "I..." She couldn't think of any words for a moment: "The priest's method of stopping bleeding is really special..."
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By the way, how many people are following you now? Let me take a look.