Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Late at night, the moonlight was like water, quietly falling on the windowsill of the guest room. Zhou Xian had no desire to sleep, sitting at the table, studying the cookbook he had just received in the soft light. As he read deeper, he couldn't help but gasp, his heart full of regret and amazement.

Thinking about how careless I was in cooking ingredients in the past, and looking at the exquisite combination of ingredients and magic potions in this recipe, it is simply a world of difference. No wonder the ancestors of the Mo family could be the imperial chefs in the imperial capital, they really have real skills. Every dish in the recipe accurately combines ingredients with various magic potions, not only does it not destroy the original flavor of the ingredients, but it also adds many wonderful functions to the dishes, such as enhancing magic power and nourishing the body. It is really eye-opening.

After a long while, Zhou Xian gently closed the recipe book, shook his head slightly, a trace of regret appeared on his face, and he murmured to himself: "The ancestor of the Mo family is indeed a genius in cooking. It is really admirable that he can come up with such an exquisite recipe. It's a pity that even with such talent, he has not reached the realm of the Saint Realm. After all, he is just an ordinary person and cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death."

He knew very well that in this world where the strong are respected, strength is the root of everything. For Zhou Xian, in addition to being obsessed with cultivation and pursuing a higher realm, food is a rare pleasure in his life, which allows him to find a little comfort in the fatigue of cultivation.

Just as Zhou Xian was sighing with emotion, his keen perception made him raise his head instantly, and his eyes shot towards the door like lightning.

Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the subtle sound just now was hard to detect, it was like a thunderclap in the silent night to him. He remained calm and just silently withdrew his gaze, because he already knew who was visiting late at night.

After a while, there was a slight knock on the door. The knock was cautious, as if the person outside the door was afraid of disturbing others, and every knock was cautious. Zhou Xian still maintained the same posture as before and said softly, "Come in." He wanted to see what this person was doing visiting late at night.

After hearing Zhou Xian's voice, the person outside the door hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open. After entering the door, he closed the door very gently, as if he was afraid of being discovered. His posture and expression revealed a guilty conscience. Taking advantage of the weak light in the room, he took a closer look and saw that it was Mo Ya.

At this moment, Moya's hair was still wet, with a few strands casually clinging to her fair neck. Her thin skirt half-covered her body, looming in the dim light, highlighting her graceful figure. The lingering flower fragrance on her body drifted slowly as she approached, adding a touch of charm to the quiet night.

She walked lightly, lowered her head slightly, with a blush on her face, looking completely different from the dignified big sister she was during the day.

Zhou Xian widened his eyes, secretly shocked, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"My goodness, what is this for? Seduction?" He muttered in his heart. He really didn't expect to encounter such a scene. Moreover, his current body was only ten years old. The scene in front of him really made him a little overwhelmed. For a moment, emotions such as surprise and confusion intertwined in his heart. He pretended to be calm, stared at Mo Ya closely, and asked in a calm tone: "Ms. Mo Ya, what's the matter with visiting you so late at night?"

Mo Ya threw a coquettish look at Zhou Xian, her eyes were as entangled as silk, and her voice was even more tender, "Don't call me Miss, call me Xiaoya."

As she spoke, she took a few steps closer with light steps, and the faint fragrance on her body became more and more distinct.

Zhou Xian's heart was filled with alarm and he stepped back subconsciously. He still maintained a polite smile on his face, but his eyes were a little more alert. "Ms. Moya, if you have something to say, just say it. It's the dead of night and it won't be good for your reputation if it gets out." Zhou Xian thought to himself, although he was somewhat confident in his appearance, he was not so charming that people would fall in love at first sight.

Moreover, he was only ten years old now, and Moya's behavior was really puzzling. Recalling Moya's behavior during the day, he frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubts, but on the surface he remained calm, staring at Moya closely, trying to find out the reason for her abnormal behavior from her behavior.

"Young Master, please have mercy on me." Mo Ya's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked so pitiful, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Zhou Xian was stunned when he heard this, his eyes full of surprise. How could a daughter of the Mo family, who usually lives a life of luxury, suddenly say such a thing? He narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully observing Mo Ya's expression, trying to find the real reason behind her tears, and countless questions surged in his mind, "What is going on? Tell me in detail."

Mo Ya sobbed as she spoke slowly. Zhou Xian listened quietly, and when she finished, his eyes turned strangely towards Mo Ya. My goodness, this Mo Lan is really good at making trouble! It turned out that Mo Lan was once a genius who was obsessed with magic and had outstanding talents. He made great progress on the road of magic. But since he entered the realm of the Holy Land, his path of cultivation has fallen into a quagmire, and his progress has become extremely slow. Especially when he was stuck at the key stage of comprehending the law, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to move forward.

During the long period of stagnation, Mo Lan came up with an incredible idea. People often say that women are made of water. He thought that if he studied women in depth, he might be able to gain a unique understanding of the law and break through the difficulties of cultivation. This absurd idea made Mo Lan completely sink into it, and he got deeper and deeper into it, and even extended his claws to Mo Ya.

"Do you want me to kill Mo Lan?" Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on Mo Ya, as if he wanted to see through her inner thoughts.

His voice was low, with a slight rise at the end, carrying a hint of tentativeness, yet revealing an unquestionable calmness. After he finished speaking, he quietly waited for Moya's response, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Hearing this, Mo Ya nodded eagerly, with a hint of determination in her eyes, "As long as you can kill that old man, everything in the Mo Mansion will be yours, including me."

After she finished speaking, she moved lightly, twisting her slender waist, and walked to Zhou Xian's side, pretending to get close to him, her eyes full of charm and expectation, as if she had placed all her hopes on Zhou Xian.

"roll!"

Zhou Xian's voice was as cold as iron, as if it was wrapped in the bitter frost of the coldest days of winter, and it hit Moya without warning. This angry shout suddenly exploded in the quiet room, and the air trembled slightly. Moya's body, which was originally twisting gently and preparing to stick to him, suddenly froze, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier. The charming look on her face instantly faded, replaced by full of astonishment and embarrassment. She stood there at a loss, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.

(End of this chapter)