My host is a playboy

Chapter 797 I am a Flower Without Emotions 22
Yun Qing didn't think much of it, after all, there are not many good things that fall from the sky.

Yun Qing has also learned some simple little spells these days, using spells to make tea or something, it shouldn't be too simple.

Yun Qing made a cup of tea for Funan, and Funan took it, seeing that there was still light smoke on it, Funan said critically.

"It's too hot."

Yun Qing walked over with some disgust, "You can't blow it?"

"No." The implication of Funan's words need not be too obvious, but Yun Qing is not the kind of passive person.

"Oh." Even though Yun Qing walked over, she didn't move at all.

But the white smoke on the bowl of tea seemed to be rising endlessly, as if the passage of time did not make it cool down, but gradually became hotter.

Song Qing felt that he had lost sight of him, after all, who would have thought that Senior Brother Funan, who usually looks serious in the outside world, would be such a kind of person.

So it's not that I don't like beauty, it's just that the beauty of the previous seniors and sisters is still not up to standard, and they can't catch the eyes of Senior Brother Funan.

Songqing naturally saw Funan's small movements clearly, so if you don't use such a high level of cultivation to level up and fight monsters, why don't you bring hot tea here?

Song Qing can be said to be very helpless, especially when he just heard that stingy Brother Funan used all the things he just raided in the psychedelic forest in exchange for that cup of tea.

Songqing felt that everything that happened today had refreshed his cognition.

Although Songqing felt sorry for the things he had already obtained, what was the use of feeling sorry for them, after all, they were not his things.

Senior Brother Funan made his own decision, which he cannot interfere with.

After all, he didn't do anything, he just watched from the side.

I am just a soy sauce existence, how can I interfere with Senior Brother Funan's decision?

It has to be said that Songqing's self-awareness is still very abundant.

No matter how stupid Yun Qing is, she can tell that the cup of tea has been taken for almost 5 minutes, and 5 minutes have passed. Hasn't the temperature dropped a little?

Yun Qing glanced at Funan angrily, but there was only a sincere smile on Funan's face, without the slightest bit of guilt.

Yun Qing was silent, and finally could only borrow two gusts of wind silently to blow the tea in Funan's hand.

Seeing this, Funan was speechless, but at least he didn't frantically continue to heat up his cultivation base.

To round it up, let's think it was the girl in front of him blowing it up for him.

After all, sometimes some things can't be too demanding.

Funan thought this way in his heart, and at the same time, he also felt that such a method of bringing in was really amazing.

After finishing the tea, Funan kept his promise and gave Yun Qing his mustard space.

Funan has a habit, every time you go to a place to search for treasures, you always take an empty mustard space to store it.

On the one hand, I am afraid that I will not be able to fit it, and on the other hand, I am afraid that the distinction will not be clear.

Fortunately, Yun Qing just asked Funan to bring out the things that Funan's psychedelic forest searched. If other things were added, I'm afraid the current Funan would not be happy.

After all, the heartbeat at a glance, no matter how much the heartbeat is, there will still be some bottom line.

And what is the world like now.

The world of cultivating immortals is cruel, and there are many cases of killing people and seizing treasures.

(End of this chapter)