Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 97
The kitchen is complete with everything, such as kitchen knives, panels, oil and salt seasoning, pots and pans... everything, more than the kitchen in a restaurant!
Wu Jiuzi even pulled out a piece of beef from a cold cabinet nearby...

This priest of Kazama has cultivated like a god, shouldn't he eat the wind and drink the dew without bigu?

Why are you still eating these whole grains?
Not afraid of being tacky?
Piaomiao Peak, Piaomiao Peak, should be such a fairy-like place with awe-inspiring fairy spirit, I didn't expect the smell of the world to be so strong!

This Priest Kazama is indeed an unexpected freak!

When this Priest of Kazama just appeared on the stage, although she was incomparably shocked, she felt that he should be the kind of icy, lofty, indifferent god...

Like some master-apprentice novels, it makes people want to worship.

And his performance in front of other people on the viewing platform is indeed like this, otherwise, in the folk rumors, he would not be given such a sacred aura...

But after coming to Piaomiao Peak, Wu Jiuzi felt that her three views had been broken...

Her cheap master only has a glamorous appearance, but he is so weird inside, everything he does is beyond her expectations, and his temperament is even more unpredictable.

It's like a wolf with a big tail wearing the aura of Avalokitesvara!

Make Wu Jiuzi inexplicably terrified whenever he gets close to him...

She sighed wistfully.Suddenly, she deeply felt that under this uncertain high priest, her life was a little bit worrying, and her future was a little bit confused...

"It's so good, why are you sighing?" A magnetic and cold voice came over, which was deadly familiar.

Kazama Liuxiang didn't know when she would arrive, she lazily leaned against the door frame and looked at her.

Wu Jiuzi was chopping vegetables, she was startled, and cut the knife on her finger!
Blood immediately gushed out with great joy.

Wu Jiuzi was in so much pain that she hurriedly washed her bleeding finger with cold water——

"What are you doing?" The breeze blew, and her wrist was already held by someone. The warm touch made Wu Jiuzi's heart skip a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to withdraw.

"Don't move!" His fingers tightened slightly, and she couldn't move.Only the blood on the cut finger was flowing more urgently, a stream of blood was dripping down, dripping on the lapel of Liuxiang in the wind...

Drop by drop, like plum blossoms blurred by a painter.

Uh, she didn't do it on purpose, who told him not to let go.

Wu Jiuzi glanced at him innocently.

She was about to defend herself, but Feng Jian Liu Xiang's next actions made all her words stuck in her throat, and she froze there!

His movements paused slightly!
He actually smiled, and slowly let go of her finger: "Surprised?"

Wu Jiuzi flexed and stretched her injured finger, and coughed: "I..." She couldn't think of any words for a while: "Master Priest's method of stopping bleeding is really special..."

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(End of this chapter)