The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

After saying that, Xingmo waved his magic wand and controlled the baskets of things to follow him.

Yuwen accidentally saw the white bone wand in Xingmo's hand. He didn't pay attention to it before, but when he looked at it again, he suddenly felt that the spiritual power emitted by the white bones was somewhat familiar.

Curiosity drove him to activate the powerful spiritual vision unique to elves. He looked again and felt that the magic wand seemed to be entangled with some black and red light and shadow, but it was not surprising.

But he still felt familiar, so he deepened his spiritual vision again—

"Ow."

Xingmo heard Yuwen's cry, turned around, and saw the elder covering his eyes with his hands.

"Are you... okay?" Xing Mo tilted his head.

"It's okay, it's okay," You Wen waved his hand. Xing Mo noticed that his voice was trembling. "You...you're not right, you...you're not right...your honorable being...I wish you a safe journey..."

"Are you really okay?" Xing Mo turned around.

"it's okay no problem."

"But your eyes seem to be bleeding...?"

"It's okay, it's really okay," Elder Yuwen turned around, "Please forgive my presumptuous behavior... I've been curious since I was a child, so I often look at things I shouldn't look at..."

What does that mean? Did he use his clairvoyance to look at Aurora again?

Xing Mo frowned. This shouldn't be the case. Hadn't he looked directly at Aurora last night? Could it be that he hadn't learned his lesson?

Eh? Did you look at me?

Am I that awesome? Xing Mo was incredulous.

Anyway, I figured one thing out...

...That's why Elder Yuwen is blind in one eye.

Being too curious is not necessarily a good thing...Xingmo waved to the elves again and continued walking towards the village entrance.

On the forest path at the entrance of the village, a little elf named Anya was standing next to the golden halo portal, holding a branch in her hand.

"Goodbye." She nodded calmly to Aurora and Xingmo.

"Little girl, are you responsible for opening the door to the village?" Xing Mo was suddenly curious about the huge contrast of this little girl.

When I ran into her while walking in the Black Forest, she looked silly and was crying.

Now, she is so calm that she doesn't seem like a little girl anymore.

"Yeah." Anya nodded.

"It's great that you can use such powerful magic at this age." Xingmo smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"I'm three hundred and fifty-two years old," Anya replied calmly.

Xingmo: d(OдO?)

Three hundred...how much?

Seeing Xingmo's expression, Anya tutted:

"I'm pretending to be a little loli because you humans all like this kind of childish image. Otherwise, do you think I like to play the role of a little animal rolling on the ground?"

"It's quite cute." Xingmo scratched his head with a smile.

It's over 300 years old and yet it's so small... I really don't understand the relationship between an elf's appearance and age...

What a mysterious race! I hope I can visit them again in the future.

After all, the mushrooms and other things here are very suitable for cooking, and the meats are also very natural. Cooking in such a place is really a blessing for chefs.

Xingmo waved to Anya, then she and Aurora passed through the golden circle and returned to the edge of the Black Forest.

At the same time, a dozen or so baskets and other things flew out with her and floated around her.

"Eat well, eat more, and make your baby full~"

Aurora hummed a ballad as she circled around the baskets, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

This little thing seems to have mastered some of the authority of the prophetic field - as soon as it sees the ingredients, it can imagine what it will look like when it becomes a delicacy.

Pretty impressive...

Xingmo shook his head and used his magic wand to direct the basket towards the town of Amt.

After taking a few steps outside, she suddenly noticed something out of place:

That little thing called Anya... doesn't seem to be in awe of Aurora and me?

Xing Mo shook her head, not thinking too much about it, and just regarded it as the indifference of an older elf.

......

At the port, the "Black Pine" slowly approached the shore. The steam alchemy equipment on the dock was continuously spewing out steam, creating gravity and fixing the ship to the shore.

On the side of the ship, Vivian leaned listlessly against the side, looking dejected.

She was still wearing her academy uniform, but she had on a black cloak with a storm totem embroidered on it.

I got this from the old man called the "Tide Priest". It is said to be blessed by the power of the tide and will bring good luck at sea.

But Vivian certainly doesn't want good luck.

She wants to eat meat.

"What's wrong, Xiaolongnu? Why are you looking so dejected so early in the morning?"

Vivian turned around and saw the petite Professor Ling walking towards her. She was still wearing the complicated black dress, and her small bare feet were wearing two high heels, slender and beautiful.

"Professor~" Vivian whimpered, "Hungry, meat~"

"You're already grown up, yet you're still acting like a spoiled brat," Ling also walked to the side of the ship and looked out at the scenery on the dock. "Although this may not be appropriate to say, but... there should be plenty of food at the treasure exchange. Once you've dealt with the Pirate King, you can eat as much as you want."

"...But I'm still very hungry now." Vivian rubbed her stomach.

"Give me some more bread later," Ling frowned slightly, "Idiot, we can't stay at the port for too long, remember? We have to leave as soon as we pick up Xiaomo, otherwise I'll let you go to the town for a meal."

"It's all Xiaomo's fault," Vivian puffed out her cheeks. "Can't we just go and kill those pirates? It wouldn't be that hard!"

This statement would sound ridiculous if spoken by anyone else, but when it is spoken by a dragon, it has a much higher degree of truth.

But Professor Ling just shook his head, recalling the scene of throwing the twelve-sided dice last night:

"No, Vivian, the two of us are not enough."

Before Weiweian could speak, Ling continued:

"It's the result of the dice roll."

"Well, your dice won't go wrong..." Vivian sighed, her cheeks puffed up again, "Xiao Mo is so abominable... It's all Xiao Mo's fault that I can't eat meat..."

"You can't say that..." Ling had a headache.

"Stealing my Alice..."

"Ah?" Ling was stunned.

"I hate Xiaomo the most..."

Weiweian was pouting and mumbling when a familiar voice came from the dock:

"Senior Vivian! Professor Ling!"

Vivian's pupils flickered as she raised her head, ready to use the dragon's might to baptize the culprit who had caused her inability to eat meat—

——But he saw Xingmo standing between more than ten baskets and waving at him.

And from those baskets...there was the aroma of meat!

"Get off the boat quickly and help me get it!" Xing Mo stood on tiptoe and waved at Vivian.

The next second, she saw an ice-blue shadow dragging icy flames down from the sky, accompanied by a dragon's roar:

"Xiao Mo! I—love—you—!"

Xingmo: (?Д?≡?д?)!?

Aurora: (?Д?≡?д?)!?

Ling: (?Д?≡?д?)!?

Alice, far away in the Citadel, responded: "Achu...eh? (?Д?≡?д?)!?"

......

6) Storm Performer (Part 9)

If Xing Mo had not witnessed the crushing massacre of the Red Moon Cultists by the "Ancient Dragon Hunters", she might have really misunderstood dragons.

After all, when a dragon sits gently with you, smilingly scoops out large pieces of beef from the mushroom hot pot, and greets you warmly, it's hard to imagine her as a bad person.

"Xiaomo, is it cold in the county in winter?"

"No."

"Xiaomo, have you eaten enough recently?"

“I’m full…”

"Xiaomo~"

Weiweian swallowed a large piece of beef, smacking it a few times, and then gave Xiaomo a bright smile:

"Have you ever considered working as a maid at Alice's house? The kind that cooks every day?"

Without waiting for Xingmo to answer, Aurora rejected him coldly:

"Don't steal our maid."

"What do you mean by robbing? This is a competition based on strength!"

"Then you lose."

"I have something good to share! Someone like Xiaomo who can cook, is gentle, and looks...slightly less attractive than me..."

"Ugly dragon, the little saint is much prettier than you."

"What did you say!"

“Slightly…”

"..."

Xingmo, caught in the middle of a kindergarten-level quarrel, sighed helplessly, scooped out a bowl of soup from the mushroom hot pot, and began to sip it.

The sea breeze blew on her cheeks. At this moment, the "Black Pine" was sailing out of the port of the small town of Amt and heading towards the vast sea.

The sea breeze was gentle in the early morning. On the busy deck, wizards were manipulating the sails and masts with their wands in an orderly manner. A constant stream of messy objects were floating on the busy deck, returning to their proper places.

The people at Xingmo's table were the only leisurely people on the deck.

At the strong request of Senior Vivian, Xingmo had to use the authority of "God of Cooking" again and stew a pot of food.

It is also called "action supply".

"But I have to say, Xiaomo's supplies arrived just in time."

Professor Ling, who had been silent until then, put down the bowl of mushroom soup and gave Xingmo an affirmative look:

“These ingredients are fresh and taste much better than cured meats and seafood.”

"Professor Ling is also picky about food..." Xing Mo smiled, "It's a bit surprising."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not picky about food, I just have higher requirements for food."

Ling took another sip of the soup, and Xingmo could see that she was very satisfied with the taste:

"Even when working in the field, the quality of life cannot be compromised."

Xing Mo smiled. Professor Ling's style of doing things was always meticulous and elegant, worthy of being an experienced "saint".

When she learned that Professor Ling would attend the event, she felt a lot more at ease for some reason, but also a little nervous.

This may be because Professor Ling is a very strict teacher...

"By the way, Professor Ling, is this operation very difficult?"

Xingmo lowered her voice a little: