Dressed as a villain: I rely on an iron pot to revive the world of immortals!

Chapter 116

Chang Gui originally felt that his face was uncomfortably sunburned, and even ached, but suddenly, some water droplets fell on him, and he immediately felt much refreshed.

It's raining?
Chang Gui looked up and saw the door master was smiling and waving at them.

"Come and drink sour plum soup!"

The three children have been working for so long, and they put down their sickles one after another, and ran over.

The ice-cold sour plum soup is refreshing in one sip. The sweltering heat of the hot summer seems to be eliminated instantly, leaving only the sweet and sour in the mouth.

While Chang Gui was drinking, he also looked at Chang Fu and Xiao Hu, and saw that although their backs were sweating profusely, their skin was only reddish due to the heat, not as red as his own, and was a little unbalanced for a while.

He knew that he was different from the two of them. He didn't have spiritual roots yet, so that's why he was exposed like this, right?
Chen Muxue also noticed the difference between the three of them. After thinking about it, she stretched out her little finger and gently washed Chang Gui's exposed skin with water, and the sunburned redness gradually faded away.

"Spiritual power has this kind of benefit?" Chen Muxue couldn't help being amazed.

"No wonder the former head of the sect worked as if nothing had happened." Xiaohu scratched his head.

In the past, the sect master worked silently by himself, and they would not let them go if they begged. Now the sect master finally let them come, so they are naturally very happy.

Finally able to help the sect master, does it mean that in the eyes of the sect master, they are also big children?
After drinking a bowl of sour plum soup alone to relieve the heat, Chen Muxue also joined the rice harvesting team. Although it was her first time doing this kind of work, her body was obviously used to it, and she quickly adapted to it.

"The growth is very good this time, not only enough for us to eat, but also a lot left over!"

Chang Fu wiped off his sweat and smiled on his dark face.

The sky was dim, because the field was not too much, and the few people had spiritual power, so they finished harvesting soon.

When the group returned to the courtyard, Chang Fu was a little worried again: "Master, the rice has matured so early, when will we plant the rice again?"

Chen Muxue pondered for a while: "Why don't you try plugging it in within two days?"

Anyway, with her spiritual power and her little finger, it was enough to irrigate these few acres of fields.

Since this water can make the rice mature quickly, it should be no problem to maintain the vitality of the seedlings, right?

After a day of work, the weather was hot, and everyone's appetite was not very good. We simply mixed some hot and sour cold dishes with porridge for dinner, but the sour plum soup was finished by everyone, so Chen Muxue cooked the ingredients. Second time.

So when the messenger knocked on the door again, he saw Chen Muxue drinking the sour plum soup. The bowl containing the sour plum soup was cold, and drops of water were falling down. The sweet and sour taste, without paying attention, has already started to slurp.

It was still the messenger who sent the invitation card before, he swallowed his saliva looking at the sour plum soup Chen Muxue was holding, feeling inexplicably irritable and eager.

If it's for drinking, it shouldn't count as lust, right?

The messenger's eyes glanced countless times, but Chen Muxue remained indifferent: "What letter?"

This woman is really unreasonable, their couriers work so hard, and they don't know how to give a bowl of water!

The messenger took out a letter with some dissatisfaction and handed it to Chen Muxue.

Chen Muxue naturally saw his desire for sour plum soup, but the attitude of the other party when he came last time was very disdainful.

She suddenly took a big gulp and let out a breath of cool air: "Sweet!" Then she took the letter.

(End of this chapter)