long night walk

Chapter 120

Merman is a creature born of the sea, and has unique abilities and talents in the sea. If they lose their fins, it must be extremely disadvantageous.

Thinking of this, Bai Lian couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Lin Yuan's pretty face was slightly red, and her slender fingers were clasping the ancient vines in her hand that emitted the faint light, her eyes wandered, her expression hesitated, she didn't know how to explain.

Just under the slight movement of her eyes, she was extremely sensitive to notice a smirk on the corner of Fang Geyu's mouth, and her eyes narrowed.

She opened her mouth as if she wanted to, and Lin Yuan was so startled that she almost showed her fish's tail, and quickly covered the little girl's mouth.

"Um...uh..."

Lin Yuan glared at Fang Geyu first, then looked at Bai Lian with a dry smile and said, "It doesn't matter, with my current cultivation base, it doesn't matter whether I have webs or not. I still think this and that web are ugly. Now There is nothing wrong with clean hands, similar to people."

Bai Lian glanced at Fang Geyu silently, and sighed, "Okay."

Seeing what she meant, it seemed a little hard to hide, but it is not a good thing to avoid medical treatment.

In the future, I should take more time to look at the medical classics in the mountain shrine, and find out if there is any remedy.

The clouds and mist are heavy, the night is not too deep, it is still early, it is the time for dinner in the world.

Under Bai Li'an's signal, Lin Guiyuan hurriedly carried a large pile of firewood and started to light the fire.

Fang Geyu looked at Bai Lian sitting on the ground in amazement, and took out a lot of ingredients from the Qiankun bag on his waist, uh... and kitchen knives and iron pans.

Her head was full of black lines: "You just exchanged such a pile of broken copper, rotten iron and rotten vegetables and leaves with my mecha from Shifang City?"

"More than that." Bai Lian took out a chicken whose neck was smeared with a knife as if offering a treasure. The blood was not wasted, and he drank it clean.

Fang Geyu's expression was extremely disgusted, and he held his nose as if he saw some dung: "You are perverted, you brought a dead chicken back."

Bai Lian laughed, put the dead chicken on the ground, took a big fat radish, and handed it to Lin Guiyuan: "Guiyuan, can you chop vegetables?"

His dead gray eyes stared blankly at the big radish with its new green leaves.

The pupils who were still somewhat gloomy under the night were replaced by full of helplessness at this moment.

He tilted his delicate and pale face, hesitating with some embarrassment: "I... I haven't cut it..."

Before Bai Lian took back the radish, he immediately straightened his back, held the big radish carefully, and looked at Bai Lian's dead gray eyes very seriously: "But...but I can learn, I can help To the son."

Bai Lian suppressed a smile and let out a oh.

Lin Guiyuan was serious, as if he was facing a big enemy, he grasped the kitchen knife stiffly, the posture of holding the knife was as if he wanted to stab someone at any time.

But Lin Guiyuan was still clumsy, doing what Bai Lian told him seriously.

Facing the stream, Bai Lian quickly plucked and washed the chicken, his movements were surprisingly skillful, and he did it in one go, as if he was born to do these things.

Relying on instinctive memory, Bai Lian first marinated the cleaned chicken for a while, drained the water, and put it in a clay vat to roast it over a strong fire.

On the other side, mutton and radish soup was simmered slowly in a large iron pot, and finally a pot of dumplings was made as the staple food tonight.

Fang Geyu let out a small gasp, sniffed, and said in surprise: "It is said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen, but you actually know how to cook?"

Bai Lian couldn't distinguish the smell of food clearly, and the misty heat steamed his black eyes a little dreamy.

He squatted next to an iron pot, added some firewood to it, and said with a smile, "It's a blessing to be able to eat."

I don't know if it was Fang Geyu's illusion, but she actually caught a ray of sadness in those steamy eyes.

It was the hour of quiet.

"Gollum..."

Fang Geyu's cheeks turned red, it was because of her stomach rumbling.

Lin Guiyuan let out a snort, and there was no smile on his face, because his muscles had been stiff for a long time, and it was difficult to move the corners of his mouth, but the teasing and mocking meaning in those dead gray eyes was very obvious.

Fang Geyu suddenly became angry from embarrassment, grabbed a pile of weeds and dirt on the ground, and threw it on his head.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about it? Ever since I entered the mountain, I've been eating grapes every day, and my mouth is almost sour. I'm not allowed to make complaints about my stomach."

When arguing with Fang Geyu, although Lin Guiyuan would always put on a faintly disdainful and sarcastic expression.

But at the same time, his movements will become very clumsy, he can't even avoid a piece of grass, his face is full of embarrassment, and his tone is faint: "You can leave if you don't like it, no one will keep you."

Fang Geyu walked around the mutton and radish soup with a mocking gaze, looking at the strange-looking radish pieces of different sizes.

She said with a sneer: "A good-for-nothing who can't cut a carrot is willing to drive people away?"

Lin Guiyuan knew that he couldn't win against this little girl with lip-smacking exercises, so he stopped asking for trouble.

After humming twice, he went to the river to wash his face.

Bai Lian took out two chunky porcelain bottles from his arms, which contained a kind of mortal sweet drink.

It is baked with goat's milk and dry cheese. It has a warm and smooth taste, and it will not melt even if it is heated.

He put it on the fire rack to heat up, then handed it to Lin Yuan and Fang Geyu.

"I know that the fruits in winter are bitter, so I will cook for you in the future. Miss Fang must be used to delicacies from mountains and seas, so don't dislike my poor cooking skills."

Fang Geyu stared blankly at the two chunky porcelain bottles handed over with a pair of black, bright and soft eyes. The butter paper on the bottle mouth could not seal the rich sweet milk fragrance after heating, and she was a little dazed for a while.

Bai Lian raised the milk bottle in his hand and said in front of her, "What's wrong? Don't you like sweets?"

"Why don't you like it anymore? When she was young, this girl liked to tease Father Shan and asked him to ask him for syrup and fruit. Father Shan doted on her very much at that time. Later, she developed several decayed teeth and hurt for several days. This girl restrained herself a bit. "

Lin Yuan laughed and shook her head, obviously she also had a sweet tooth, her eyes lit up when she saw the porcelain bottle, she took it while Fang Geyu was in a daze, and stuffed a bottle into her hand.

The warm porcelain bottle is very comfortable to hold in the hand in winter.

Lin Yuan held it and covered her hands, then remembered something, bit her lip and moved her eyes, and pressed the warm porcelain bottle next to Bai Lian's cheek, looking at his slightly dazed eyes with warm and soft eyes.

"Your body is always so cold, cover it..."

Fang Geyu shook his body, and said in a strange voice with a high-pitched voice, "I smell a strong sour smell."

Bai Lian was puzzled: "Is this sweet milk spoiled? How could it be sour?"

Fang Geyu frowned and shook his head, "This child...is hopeless."

Lin Guiyuan said he was washing his face, but he didn't come back after washing, presumably because he was tired of this young lady.

On the contrary, Jin Sheng, who was sleeping soundly on the tree, was awakened by the warm smell of food.

"It's so inhumane! I don't know what to call me if I have food. My mouth is going to fade out these days."

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