The whole family went crazy listening to my thoughts, I was responsible for feeding.

Chapter 339 The ancestor takes the blame

"Are you the ones causing trouble for Feng Yu?"

"Okay, okay, I'll use you to practice the ritual!"

"I heard that three-and-a-half-year-old babies are the most resentful. If I train you as a sacrifice, I will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck!"

He has practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and as a three-and-a-half-year-old baby whose teeth have just grown, he has no fear!

I saw overwhelming pressure coming, and Lu Chaochao...

Standing in the middle of the ruined temple with a smile on his face.

There was a strong wind in the temple, and a strong force restrained Lu Chaochao, trying to pull her to the statue.

But she didn't move at all.

"Is this all you have? Your thousand years of life have been in vain."

"Here comes the sword!" She just said softly and spread her little hands.

The Chaoyang Sword suddenly appeared with golden light all over its body and slowly appeared in her hand.

The moment the Chaoyang Sword appeared, the old black turtle in the statue suddenly froze.

The pressure of heaven and earth, why can she trigger the pressure of heaven and earth?

A strong uneasiness enveloped his heart, and Xuangui turned around and wanted to run away. But Lu Chaochao slashed into the air with his sword, and the old black turtle had his head chopped off before he could even send a message, and his soul was beaten to ashes.

Gulu gulu...

The turtle shell fell at her feet.

"Wow, what a big turtle!" Lu Chaochao's eyes were shining.

There was a lot of food in the luggage, but very few living things.

I have never seen this kind of treasure, which has been practiced for thousands of years!

Lu Chaochao swallowed hard.

At the door, a young man in white appeared out of nowhere. The young man had disheveled black hair, and his eyebrows were unbelievably beautiful. He stood quietly by the door, saying nothing, only staring at Lu Chaochao.

Lu Chaochao felt his breath, puffed up his cheeks, blew his beard and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Bullshit! What are you doing here?!"

"Are you trying to steal my mountain delicacy soup?"

"Did you not fight enough last time?!" Lu Chaochao bared his teeth and looked at the opponent fiercely.

The other party looked at her quietly.

"Don't eat monsters that eat people." The young man's voice was pure, like the melodious sound of a piano.

"The soul is broken up and can be eaten. What he refined was the soul, and he didn't eat people!" Lu Chaochao was about to jump. The young man said nothing, seeing that she insisted on eating.

There seemed to be a helpless sigh.

A shallow white light fell on the old turtle.

"The blood energy has been dispelled." The young man said calmly.

Lu Chaochao's eyes were rolling: "You light the fire, you kill the turtles, and I supervise. Do we divide the work and cooperate? Big deal, I'll give you a bowl!"

The boy said nothing.

He walked to her side, picked up the big turtle on the ground, and went to deal with it outside the door.

"Well, the thousand-year-old turtle stewed with mushroom soup is very delicious. Go find some wild mushrooms." Seeing the other party put the prepared old turtle into the pot, Lu Chaochao immediately spoke.

The boy disappeared into the night.

After a while, he was holding a basket woven with vines in his hand.

The basket contains wild ginseng and various wild mushrooms.

It has been cleaned and poured into the pot.

The pot bubbled and bubbled, and the air began to be filled with a strong aroma.

In the fog, a glimmer of dawn breaks through the darkness and brings light.

"It's almost dawn..." Lu Chaochao took a deep breath, the thousand-year-old turtle smelled so good.

Nan Mubai was right, the ancestors of the Su family were indeed the strongest.

This scent is so overbearing.

It took thousands of years of practice to create such a thick pot of soup.

"Ahem, should you leave? I can't explain to my parents while you are here."

"I'm not stingy, nor am I reluctant to part with this bowl of soup. Of course, I'm not trying to kill the donkey. What I mean is..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man turned into a breeze and dissipated in the air.

The most ruthless, Lu Chaochao.

(End of this chapter)