Chapter 493 Attacked

The baby is only ten years old, the Emperor of Europe sighed sadly.

She lamented, but her hands were not slow at all, especially the beef of the one-horned bull demon she hunted during the day. She picked the most tender parts, cut into a large piece, and then used her superb knife skills to slice the meat into pieces. It's as thin as a cicada's wings, and you can eat it as soon as you put it in the pot and rinse it.

After she finished processing the ingredients, took out the juice and wine, took out the mandarin duck pot, put the base ingredients on it, poured the chicken soup she made when processing the ingredients into the pot, and lit the bamboo charcoal, she gave herself a dust-clearing spell and went to the wooden house. Li asked her master to come over and wash the pot.

When she went in, she saw her master holding her Jiadun, sleeping soundly.

"Master, dinner is ready, come out quickly."

In fact, the drunken Hou actually fell asleep for a while. He couldn't help but holding Babai Xiaotuanzi's fleshy little body was really relaxing.

But before Qixun entered the house, the aroma of the hot pot ingredients had already awakened him. Even the little dumpling in his arms sniffed and moved. When Qixun screamed, the drunken man opened his eyes and said in approval. : "It's really delicious. This hot pot must be very delicious. Thank you for your hard work, my dear disciple."

Feeling that he had deviated from the track of life and was inexplicably burdened with too much, Qixun snorted angrily: "Of course. It's a pity that there is no beer, otherwise this meal would be more delicious!"

Eating hot pot without cold beer is missing a soul.

Well, let the second brother and the third sister think of ways to brew some in the future.

Another day of missing my brothers and sisters.

Qi Xun decided to turn his sorrow into food. When he was washing the pot, his chopsticks flew up. The master and the apprentice went back and forth without giving in. The relationship between master and apprentice was completely lost.

When the last piece of beef was snatched away by Qixun, the drunken Hou, who had missed his love, opened his eyes wide: "You evil disciple!"

Qixun proudly rinsed it in the spicy soup pot, then threw it into his mouth, humming, come on, let's hurt each other. Although I had prepared so much, I had to compete with the young me to eat it. Is this what being a master should be like?

The drunken one-hitter said: "I will continue to eat this hot pot tomorrow, and use the meat of the seventh-level Liufeng dog I hunted."

Qixun:......

Level 4 Unicorn Beef, logically speaking, her current sixth level of Qi Refining is incapable of qi, but because of her Nine Transformations Xuan Gong, although she is not completely the same as her second brother who took the physical body to become a saint in his previous life, she is a martial artist. Fellow practitioners will only be stronger than simply walking in the physical way. Therefore, her current physical body is comparable to the physical training in the Foundation Establishment stage, and there is no problem in eating the flesh of fourth-level monsters.

But she can eat and refine the fourth-level unicorn beef, and if she dares to eat the seventh-level monster meat, she must be prepared to explode to death.

I heard that the meat of Shuangliu Feng Dog is super delicious and can be regarded as a rare product among monster meat.

Qixun looked at her master with resentment: "Old man, do you think you did it on purpose?"

We know that the meat of the Liufeng Demon Dog is delicious, why can't you get one that your disciple and I can eat when hunting the Liufeng Demon Dog?

Although the drunken prince was annoyed by the various harassments made by the female cultivators because of his face, for which he had to show himself as a rugged man with a beard and a beard for more than a hundred years, he was kissed by his disciple. My son is called an old man, which makes people very angry.

He has shaved his beard, and now he looks like he is in his twenties at most. He is a handsome man in his prime, okay?

Besides, he is over a hundred years old, but his life span of 2,000 years in the martial realm is less than one-tenth of it. Among monks, he is still young!

The master and the apprentice stared at each other for a long time, and both groaned, thinking that although the sliced ​​beef was gone, it could still be sliced ​​dozens of kilograms more, wasn't it just a matter of some knife skills?

So, isn't it a waste of time to just stare?

After figuring it out, the two reconciled after humming. Qixun smiled and said: "Master, please wait a moment. My disciple will bring you dozens of kilograms of beef. You can eat it."

If she had known that her master was a loser, she would have prepared more beef.

The drunken Hou said with a kind face: "Bring the meat and slice it for me, my knife is faster."

When your film is ready, when will I have to wait? Influence me to cook, do it yourself, put it in your mouth earlier, isn't it delicious?

Qixun happily took it out and thought about eating something else while waiting for the master to slice the meat.

The drunken man took the meat, thinking that there were still a lot of ingredients, so he would eat a few bites before slicing the meat.

When the master and apprentice returned their gaze to the Yuanyang Pot and the ingredients on the table, they were both dumbfounded. There were dozens of plates on each level, and in just a short time, they were all gone?

The two of them stared at the rice cook, Babai, at the same time.

Babai's small eyes looked innocent: "Uh-huh?"

What are you looking at? You were so serious about grabbing the meat just now, and you didn't eat other dishes. I thought you didn't like it, so I ate it all by yourself.

Isn’t it said that waste is shameful and thrift is glorious?

Both the master and the disciple were defeated by her innocent little eyes, and they resigned themselves to their fate and prepared for each other. Qixun washed the vegetables and cut them into skewers, while Wu Zun took out the knife with lightning speed. After a while, a large table of hot-boiled dishes was served.

This time Wu Zun didn't want to compete with his evil disciples for food, so he sliced ​​two large plates full of seventh-level Liufeng dog meat, determined to be the best on his own.

Qixun looked at the two large plates of meat and thought to himself, once you rinse the seventh-level monster meat, can we still use this pot of soup?

Let’s not mention whether she can eat the meat of seventh-level beasts due to her cultivation level, but the seventh-level monster can transform into it, right? After taking form, it is a human body. Is it really okay to eat such meat? Feeling uncomfortable?

Qixun shivered, and quickly took out another mandarin duck pot, made a new soup pot, and carried Babai to his side: "Dun, let's eat this, Master, we can't eat the meat."

Babai wanted to run over to the master and give it a try, but after several attempts, Qixun ruthlessly dragged her short legs back. I have no choice but to give up.

Drunk Hou was very proud. No one is competing with me now, right?

Qi Xun slandered, the old man was quite scheming.

Finally there was no need to fight for meat, and the scene was once harmonious.

But smelling the aroma of the seventh-level demon meat in Old Man Jun's pot, Qixun couldn't help but express his resentment: "Master, if you don't finish this meat quickly and have to eat it so slowly, what will happen to the two of us?" The boat of friendship must capsize if it capsizes."

Don't be so deliberately greedy.

Is it really okay for you to offend your own meal ticket like this?

The drunken Hou was enjoying himself eating fragrant meat and drinking fine wine. After listening to his disciple's words, he glared at him unconcernedly: "What kind of friendship boat? No big or small!"

However, looking at the resentful looks in his disciple's and Xiaotuanzi's eyes, Lord Wu Zun felt a little bit distressed after all. After taking a big mouthful of meat, he finally showed his kindness and hummed: "You and Xiaotuanzi can practice here peacefully in the evening, for The master will go out and find you a stray dog ​​that you can eat."

Xiaotuanzi's face looked like a ragdoll cat, and he suddenly said cutely: "Uh-huh-huh."

Want two!

Qixun also smiled and rolled his eyes: "I knew Master was the best."

The scene suddenly became one of loving father and filial piety.

Thinking of getting a Liufeng dog for his disciple to beat teeth as a sacrifice, after eating the hot pot, the drunken Hou suddenly disappeared. Qixun put away the pots, bowls and chopsticks, set up the formation, and started to make talismans. In the end, he only drew two talismans, and then he realized that he The formation was attacked.

Qixun used his consciousness to take a look and saw that there were three men and two women, a total of five monks, and he couldn't help but frowned.

He dared to directly attack other people's formations. Was he mentally ill, or was he self-confident?