Song Yizhi didn't bother to look at Lan Qianqian's pretentious look.
If Feng Yian hadn't been there, Lan Qianqian wouldn't have been like this. Maybe she could justly accuse herself of openly fishing during the trial in the secret realm and not wanting to make progress.
She put on this look like a bullied little white flower, most likely to show Feng Yian.
On the one hand, Feng Yian felt pity for her, but on the other hand, she felt that she was a domineering young lady who bullied others.
Tsk.
Lan Qiqian's methods have not changed at all.
Looking at the little white flower who asked Song Yizhi cautiously, Feng Yian smiled slightly and said, "You scared away Zhizhi's fish."
Lan Qianxi, who had never failed before, didn't react for a moment. She said "Ah?" in a daze.
Feng Yian's smile kept growing and he repeated patiently, "You scared away Zhizhi's fish. You did something wrong. Shouldn't you apologize to Zhizhi?"
?!
Song Yizhi tried his best to suppress the horror in his eyes and turned to look at Feng Yian.
That’s not right!
Feng Yian, shouldn't you side with Lan Qianqian at this time and accuse yourself of being unruly and arrogant?
Lan Qianqian, who had returned home in vain, looked at Feng Yian who was speaking for Song Yizhi, and couldn't help but think of Rong Yueyuan.
Rong Yueyuan was quite special to her, and now there was also Feng Yian!
Song!Yi!Zhi!
Lan Qianxi's jealousy grew exponentially. She quickly adjusted herself, lowered her head and said cautiously, "Senior Sister Song, I'm sorry."
Looking at Lan Qianqian who was bowing her head and apologizing to herself, even though she knew she didn't mean it, Song Yizhi wanted to say at this moment, "It's great!"
"It's not a big deal." Song Yizhi glanced at Lan Qianqian, not knowing how to write the word "euphemistic" at all, "Don't be like this. It was obviously you who did something wrong first, but those who didn't know better thought I had bullied you."
She doesn’t understand others, how can she understand Lan Qianqian?
She pretends to be a victim when she does something wrong, and the real victim is left speechless after being wronged by her.
Lan Xixi: "..."
With her escape blocked, Lan Qianqian didn't know what mood to put on for a moment, so she simply lowered her head and said nothing, suppressing the anger in her heart.
Catching a glimpse of the fleeting distortion in Lan Qianqian's eyes, Song Yizhi felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
Sure enough, she is a bad woman.
Lan Qianqian is not happy, but she is very happy!
Seeing Lan Qianqian standing there motionless, Song Yizhi curled her lips and said, "What? You want to come fishing too?"
"No, it can't be done." She is someone who wants to follow in the footsteps of the Fifth Elder. She won't do this kind of wasteful practice!
However, looking at the number of these fish, Song Yizhi must have been fishing after entering the secret realm.
There is no styptic grass around the lake. Song Yizhi may not be able to complete his mission if he continues like this!
If the fifth elder were to know that Song Yizhi did not complete the task because he was fishing during the secret trial, then the fifth elder would definitely be disappointed with Song Yizhi!
"Senior Sister Song and Senior Brother Feng are fishing slowly, and I will continue to look for styptic grass." After Lan Qianqian finished speaking, she left.
After a while, Song Yizhi suddenly sneered. In a playful mood, she said to Feng Yian, "Feng Yian, do you think she has any styptic grass on her body?"
Lan Qianxi's luck is ridiculously good. She would believe it if others didn't find her, but she wouldn't believe it if Lan Qianxi didn't find her!
Moreover, what she said was really a little too much.
"Yes." Feng Yi'an said firmly.
Song Yizhi was slightly surprised.
It was because of his understanding of Lan Qianxi that he dared to conclude that she had obtained the styptic grass. But Feng Yian was so sure, what basis did he have?
Feng Yian smiled, her mysterious look causing Song Yizhi to roll his eyes.
Feng Yian changed the topic and looked at the white fish jumping happily in the barrel, "But this fish is very beautiful, I have never seen it outside."
Seeing that Feng Yian didn't seem to be lying, Song Yizhi was surprised in his eyes, "This is not a rare thing. Doesn't it exist in the demon world?"
"Well..." Feng Yian's smile deepened a little, "Is there a possibility that I become a vegetarian?"
!
Song Yizhi's eyes widened, looking at the man who looked like a smiling tiger. No matter how much he brainwashed himself, he couldn't believe that he was a vegetarian!
"Are you lying? You've eaten almost half of the plate of stir-fried pork for lunch!" Song Yizhi looked at the fish that she had scared away. She looked at Feng Yi'an with reproachful eyes, "You will be struck by lightning if you lie!"
Feng Yian looked at Song Yizhi's lively appearance and said with a smile, "I used to be a vegetarian."
"I don't believe it!" Song Yizhi said it without even thinking about it.
"Really." Feng Yian said, and then added, "I will not lie to Zhizhi, and I have been fasting for a long time."
He became a vegetarian purely because he disliked the trouble of cooking. After going without grains, he simply stopped eating vegetarian food.
Seriously, he hadn't eaten in a long time.
The sincerity in Feng Yian's eyes made Song Yizhi reluctantly believe him.
"This is white jade fish. The meat is tender, not fishy and delicious. The most important thing is that it has no thorns. Steaming can maintain the original taste to the greatest extent, but I prefer braised in braised sauce." Song Yizhi said.
Feng Yian nodded, and then looked at Song Yizhi expectantly, "Then can I eat the braised fish made by Zhizhi?"
"Okay." Song Yizhi responded.
Feng Yi was relieved and satisfied, and continued to fish for Song Yizhi.
By the time Song Yizhi was willing to move, it was already evening, and there were only fry and a few white jade fish left in the lake.
Feng Yian couldn't help but think, fortunately this girl didn't want to catch them all.
Several barrels full of white jade fish were put into the storage bracelet by Song Yizhi. She rested for a while and then started cooking.
After dinner, the two of them rested where they were.
Song Yizhi took out the quilt and got into it comfortably to sleep.
Looking at Song Yizhi with most of his face buried in the quilt, Feng Yian was sitting in front of the fire, his eyes soft under the orange flames.
Early the next morning, Song Yizhi got up and the two of them had breakfast and left.
Song Yizhi carried the bamboo basket on his back and a small hoe in his hand. He stopped and walked along the way. After a while, the bamboo basket was full.
Feng Yian followed behind, and sometimes helped Song Yizhi dig out spiritual plants. In the end, the bamboo basket had fallen on his back.
Along the way, the two also met other disciples. When the demon world disciples met Feng Yi'an, they would offer him styptic grass, but they were all rejected.
In addition, the two of them also saw disciples fighting over the styptic grass.
All in all, the journey was not boring.
The four days in the secret realm passed by in a blink of an eye.
When the time came, the eyes of the twenty disciples were dazzled, and then they were teleported back to the square.
Before the twenty disciples could react, several disciples competing for the styptic grass continued to fight, making the scene chaotic and noisy.
Rong Yueyuan sat in the chair, looking dignified, gentle and a little indescribable indifference.
With just one glance, Rong Yueyuan locked onto Song Yizhi in the crowd.
Before Song Yizhi could react, she was squatting on the ground at this moment, holding a small hoe in one hand and two leaves in the other hand.
Where is my eight-leaf clover!?
Where is an eight-leaf clover as big as mine?!
Feng Yian reacted very quickly. He looked up and then stretched out his hand to pull Song Yizhi up.
Looking at her confused look, Feng Yian handed the bamboo basket over and said warmly, "The secret realm is over."
Song Yizhi let out an "ouch", put away the hoe and bamboo basket, lowered his head and patted the dust on his clothes.