Looking at Song Yizhi's covert look, Feng Yian imagined the little girl falling into the lake before she could react after being teleported. He couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't laugh!" Song Yizhi sat up suddenly and looked at Feng Yian angrily.
Gou Ba Tian Dao!
You can still fall into the water after teleporting to a secret realm. Will it fall directly into the mouth of the monster next time?!
grass [a plant]
Looking at the shy little girl, Feng Yian tried hard not to laugh. He coughed twice, suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "Zhizhi, do you want to go with me?"
"No, I want to fish." Song Yizhi glanced at the lake not far away, "I vaguely saw a few fish when I swam up. The fish are quite fat, they should be delicious."
"Okay." Feng Yian said.
Song Yizhi looked at Feng Yian with confusion.
"I'll fish with you." Feng Yian said, lifting up his clothes and sitting aside.
Song Yizhi looked at Feng Yian with a question mark on his face.
Are you okay??
You are the young demon master. You don’t do the task and you actually want to fish with yourself?!
What is this picture?
No, it stands to reason that with the identity of the young demon master and his outstanding skin, he should be one of Lan Qianqian's blue faces in the demon world.
Normal people would appreciate Lan Qiqian's tenacity and hard work more, right?
Why does the young demon master show more interest in him? It's so weird!
Song Yizhi's mind turned around, but in the end he still couldn't figure it out.
Feng Yian seemed to see Song Yizhi's troubles, "The task given by the teacher is to find five styptic grasses for each person, and I have already found them."
Song Yizhi: "..."
This luck...
Some people haven't even started looking, and some people have already ended their search.
She is not envious! Absolutely not!
Feng Yian took out five styptic grass plants from the storage bag and handed them to Song Yizhi, "I found five more plants for you."
Song Yizhi did not pick it up, but looked at Feng Yian slightly suspiciously.
Before coming, Rong Yueyuan said that there were only about fifty hemostatic plants in the secret realm, which meant that only ten disciples or even less than ten disciples would complete the task.
There are too many monks and too little food, which means that everyone is in a competitive relationship.
Feng Yi'an said carelessly that he had found the styptic grass, which may be due to his confidence in his own strength, but he sent the styptic grass backhand, which makes no sense!
It seems that her relationship with Feng Yian is not that good, right?
"The osmanthus candy is delicious." Feng Yian curled her eyes, "I ate your osmanthus candy. This is a return gift, how about it?"
Is osmanthus candy so valuable?
Forgive her for not knowing.
Song Yizhi was silent for a moment, and finally reached out to take the styptic grass and put it in the storage bag.
In the blink of an eye, Song Yizhi completed the task, and Huai Zhu felt complicated for a moment.
You said she was lucky, but she fell into the water as soon as she entered. You said she was unlucky, and the demon young master came to the door with styptic grass.
Huai Zhu said with emotion, "This is the dependence of blessing and misfortune, right?"
Rong Yueyuan responded.
Compared to Song Yizhi's misfortunes and good fortunes, the demon young master's luck was beyond the pale.
And... Lan Cixi.
Lan Qianxi entered the secret realm and walked a few steps before discovering the styptic grass.
Hemostatic grass grows in patches. The patch of hemostatic grass that Lan Qianqian found was not very large, but there were still seven or eight plants.
She quickly gathered the styptic herbs and put them in her storage bag, but before she even took two steps, she encountered something else.
…
"This fish looks so fat, how about roasting it?" Feng Yi'an swung his fishing rod, looked at the fish jumping on the grass, and said to Song Yizhi.
"Can't you make soup?" Song Yizhi said.
If such a fat fish is stewed into soup, the fish soup will definitely taste delicious!
"It's not impossible to make soup, but we don't have a pot." Feng Yian used her spiritual power to put the fish into the wooden barrel on one side.
Song Yizhi smiled.
The next second, a pot and a pot stand appeared in the open space.
Feng Yian: "..."
You're not here for a trial in the secret realm, you're here for a picnic!
Not long after Song Yizhi finished speaking, the bait was bitten.
Pulling up the fishing rod, a fish drew a beautiful arc through the air with water, and then landed in the barrel.
After unhooking the fishhook, Song Yizhi reattached the bait and flicked the fishing rod to continue fishing.
Looking at the several fish in the bucket, Feng Yian said, "Zhizhi, that's enough."
"The pickled fish is delicious." Song Yizhi said without looking back.
Hearing this, Feng Yi'an silently put bait on the hook and continued fishing.
I don’t know why, but he has the illusion that the branches are going to drop all the fish in the lake?
Facts have proved that Feng Yi'an's idea was correct.
The number of barrels beside them has increased from one to fifth.
Five huge wooden barrels are full of live fish!
By rough calculation, there are almost a hundred fish, right?
Let’s not talk about why there are so many fish here and they are so easy to catch. With so many fish, you will have to eat them for the rest of the year!
Although Feng Yian complained in his heart, his speed of fishing for Song Yizhi did not slow down.
"Whoosh -" the fishing rod flew through the air, and the water-stained object fell on the grass.
Song Yizhi looked disappointed when he saw that it was not a fish.
Feng Yian turned slightly to pick up the things on the grass.
Unhooking the fishhook, Feng Yian looked at the palm-sized shelled aquatic product and said uncertainly, "Snail?"
Song Yizhi took a look.
The gray snail is unremarkable in appearance. Except for being a bit bigger, it seems to be no different from other snails.
Song Yizhi stretched out his hand, "How about adding some boiled snail meat?"
"It's not impossible." Feng Yi'an put the snail in Song Yizhi's hand, "The question is, can the snail still be caught?"
After saying that, Feng Yian raised her hand to rest on her chin and looked at the snail in Song Yizhi's hand, "I don't know why, but I think this thing is not simple."
My intuition tells me that I can’t eat this snail!
Song Yizhi glanced at the too ordinary snail and didn't quite understand what was so extraordinary about it.
Could it be because of its size?
But it's big and has a lot of meat, so I don't know how it tastes.
"Zhizhi, don't eat this snail yet. Let the elder take a look at it later," Feng Yian said.
Song Yizhi responded, threw the snail into the bucket with her backhand, and continued fishing.
When Lan Qianqian walked to the lake, she saw Song Yizhi and Feng Yian.
Although she had only arrived in the secret realm not long ago, she had already gained a lot. She did not return with a full harvest, but she definitely made a lot of money!
Seeing these two people fishing, Lan Qianqian's eyes moved slightly, then she strode up and said enthusiastically, "Senior Sister Song!"
"..." Song Yizhi watched helplessly as the fish he was about to take was scared away by Lan Qianqian's voice.
Seeing that Song Yizhi didn't answer, Lan Qianqian walked up and shouted twice more, "Senior Sister Song, Senior Sister Song?"
Looking at the ripples spreading layer by layer on the water, Song Yizhi closed his eyes.
Calm down, calm down, that's Lan Cixi, calm down...go to hell, calm down, she's such a fat and big fish!
Song Yizhi threw the fishhook in front of him and hung up the bait again. His tone was not very good, "Stop screaming, I'm not dead yet."
Lan Qianqian was stunned for a moment, as if she was frightened by Song Yizhi's aggressive tone.
"Song, Senior Sister Song..." Lan Qianqian grasped the hem of her clothes and spoke cautiously, "Did I do something wrong?"