My long stream is you

Chapter 995 One Thought Becomes a Demon (11)

There are two chairs beside the table, one of which sits a girl carved in pink jade.

As Mo Zhi approached, he felt a wave of spiritual power rushing towards him.

He sniffed lightly and looked at the teapot on the table.

Looking at the dishes on the table, none of them are what he can have here.

Before his meridians were destroyed, Mo Zhi worked as a medicine boy for a while. Later, because the old man was evil and wanted to take away his physique, he escaped and never touched the medicine side again, but he still had some problems. eyesight.

"Where do these dishes come from?"

Mo Xi paused, "I brought it from home."

The original owner is a capable person, who is very good at alchemy and refining tools. The ring on her hand is a space with fields that can hold living things. Although it is not as heaven-defying as those novels, she made it herself. The spiritual plant grows fast, and it is basically more than a thousand years old at this moment.

Mo Zhi was a little speechless.

Although he is a half-hearted person, he can also see that any ingredients used in these dishes will be scrambled if they are placed outside.

In the end, the girl made all the dishes in one pot and gave them to him, a loser...

Mo Xi half-kneeled on the chair, picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of tea, "Try, I've been making this for a long time."

Mo Zhi looked at the cup that was handed to him, took it anyway, and sat beside her.

Seeing that he had taken Mo Xi's hand, he stopped caring and continued eating.

She is an injured patient now, so naturally the sooner she recovers, the better.

There are still tasks to be done.

As soon as Mo Zhi took a sip, he felt a warm current spreading throughout his body.

He was startled and immediately put down the cup and closed his eyes to feel.

After the warm current flowed through the broken meridian for a week, it gathered in the broken dantian, which made him feel a little spiritual power.

Mo Zhi took a deep breath.

For so many days, he thought he would never be able to grasp this kind of power again.

He tried to mobilize, and his limbs were as comfortable as being soaked in warm water.

But it didn't take long for this feeling to disappear again.

The joy welling up in his heart froze, and he looked at the teapot.

This is ink.

A little irritable.

"Take it if you want it."

Just when Mo Zhi was hesitating, a soft and cold child's voice came, and he didn't seem to take it seriously.

Mo Zhi was startled and his expression became complicated.

Children in the world of cultivating immortals are generally precocious, and he did not doubt Mo Xi's identity, but because of precocity, today's dishes...

"Look at me, you don't want to recover."

Mo Xi raised her eyes and put down the chopsticks in her hand.

Mo Zhi squinted his eyes, then lowered them.

"I can't help it..."

"I said yes." Mo Xi got off the chair, and the person who was not as tall as the table was immediately blocked by the table, but a calm and indifferent voice came over, "I can help you if you want to recover."

Mo Zhi fell silent, lowering his eyes so that no one could see his expression.

"Eat all the dishes here, good stuff, don't waste it."

After Mo Xi finished speaking, he walked into the room.

Mo Zhi raised his head, stared at the door with dark eyes for a few seconds, then landed on the table.

After a long time, he knocked on Mo Xi's door.

"I want to recover."

His voice was very deep, as if suppressed by a thousand weights, behind the voice was his determination.

Mo Xi casually threw the book into the storage ring.

"Okay, get ready, let's go out and play."

Mo Zhi was stunned for a moment, then nodded without asking why.

Mo Xi walked out and found that the table outside the room had been cleared.

She sat on a chair, her original lazy expression replaced with indifference.

(End of this chapter)