My filial piety has deteriorated, so I have no choice but to be a rebellious disciple

Mu Qinghe walked over holding a sika antler in one hand and a wild boar's hind leg in the other, followed by Miss Ling'er with a timid face.

She looked at Zheng Si'er indifferently, and threw the prey in her hand in an arc.

"I found something to eat, how about you? Have you found any water?"

When Zheng Si'er saw Mu Qinghe, she felt as if she was facing a big enemy. They were originally brothers and sisters born of Yihua, but for some reason they disliked each other.

"Naturally, I found it. Not only that, but I also found a village and exchanged things with them."

She shook the bearskin coat in her hand flauntingly, but she only got Mu Qinghe's cold squint and a bland "Oh".

"Hey! You witch! What do you mean!"

Mu Qinghe ignored her, but walked slowly to Ling Xiaodong, raised her head and looked at him.

She tilted her head and smiled quietly, and said softly:

"Daoist Ling, just now I saw that the eldest son has made great achievements and you praised her. Now that I have found something to eat, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Chapter 52 Fear

Ling Xiaodong froze for a moment, staring at Mu Qinghe in front of him.

She stood in front of him like a lotus flower in summer, with her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted, and her body leaning forward slightly, as if she was about to fall into her arms in the next moment.

The girl smiled and bent towards Qiuyue, dizzy with shame, eagerly waiting for his response.

Ling Xiaodong was at a loss for a while, his consciousness was a little muddy, and he could only feel the scent of fragrance blowing towards his face.

What to say to her?Does she want a reward?

How do you usually reward others?

Chen Lu's figure involuntarily appeared in Ling Xiaodong's mind, that girl also had the temperament to ask for rewards from herself no matter what she did.

After thinking about it, he stretched out his hand, and then gently placed it on Mu Qinghe's cloud-like black hair.

"Thank you very much, Miss Lao Mu..."

As soon as Ling Xiaodong's hand touched the soft hair, he froze instantly.

He suddenly realized that the person in front of him was not Chen Lu, and he was not intimate with her for this reason.

Was it really affected by the face that was exactly the same as Zheng Si'er?

Mu Qinghe felt the warm palm covering her head, her beautiful eyes opened slightly, and she was really surprised by his bold actions.

But she didn't dodge anything, she even lowered her head and let Ling Xiaodong caress her, with a smile on her lips, she glanced secretly at Zheng Si'er next to her.

And Zheng Si'er stared at the side, her eyes were straightened, her mouth was slightly opened, and she felt dissatisfied for a while.

It is obvious that my credit is greater than hers, and I was verbally praised by Brother Ling, so why should she be patted on the head!

unfair!

But at this moment, if I go forward to ask for the same treatment, I will definitely be laughed at by the witch for my small belly and caressing about it, just like a three-year-old child.

Zheng Si'er gritted her teeth secretly, and could only stand by and watch Brother Ling pat the head of the cult demon girl.

Ling Xiaodong quickly retracted his hand, and said to Mu Qinghe in embarrassment:

"I still need to find some wood to build a house, and I will trouble you to borrow the girl's sword later."

After all, Zheng Sier's knife was also broken, and he couldn't take out the sword stored in the universe in his sleeve at the moment. Only Mu Qinghe still had a sword on him, so he couldn't cut down trees with his bare hands.

Upon hearing this, Mu Qinghe immediately took off the unsheathed Infinite Lotus Tribulation Sword from her waist, and carefully handed it to Ling Xiaodong.

"Although Daoist Ling can take it and use it well, this sword is invincible, and gold and stone are hard to break. It is also very convenient to use it for logging."

"Hey! Didn't you say that this is the holy weapon of Luojiao?"

Zheng Si'er crossed her arms and asked teasingly: "I asked you to borrow it to guard against me and thieves. Why is Brother Ling so quick to ask you?"

Mu Qinghe glanced at her lightly.

"A sword matches a hero, can you be the same as Ling Daochang? He can subdue Hei Wuchang with bare hands, and you are beaten like this even with weapons."

Zheng Si'er's delicate dimple was flushed with anger, and she said in embarrassment:

"You still have the face to criticize me? Didn't you also get kicked away?"

Ling Xiaodong didn't know why the two were arguing again, but he took Mu Qinghe's sword very seriously.

The body of this sword is like a mirror, under the cold light, the lotus flower on the hilt is neither gold nor jade, I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but the carving is so fine that even the strings on the stamens are distinct, which is extraordinary enough to see.

He couldn't help but asked worriedly: "This is a sacred object of Luojiao? Is it appropriate for me to use it to cut down trees?"

"Ling Daochang, just take it and use it."

Mu Qinghe ignored Zheng Sier who was on the side, and smiled lightly at Ling Xiaodong:

"Apart from the leader in the world, you are probably the only one worthy of this divine sword."

"I don't dare to take it. If it is the case, then I will use it."

Ling Xiaodong is not indecisive either, since the sword master said it's fine, he can use it as he pleases.

Now that the sun has just risen from the east, he will take advantage of the whole day to cut all the wood he needs and build a house. Now there are six people here, and at least three houses are needed.

Although the time is a bit tight, but relying on myself and the two masters, it must be much faster than ordinary people.

Ling Xiaodong estimated the wood needed, walked into the forest and swung at the tree vigorously, without any force blocking, the tree responded to the sound to the end, startled a few birds sitting on the tree to sing and fly.

"So sharp?"

He looked at the sword in his hand in surprise.

Although he had seen its sharpness before, when he used it, it was still beyond his imagination, as if he was slashing the air.

With the blessing of the Divine Soldiers, the area that was supposed to be a dense forest was cut down into a clearing in just one stick of incense, leaving only tree stumps in place, and scattered trees all over the ground.

"It's almost there, let's lift it back a little bit."

Ling Xiaodong cut off the branches and leaves that were in the way of the tree, leaving only a straight log, and found a mountain vine, tied the log together to support his shoulders, and returned to the original place.

Before we got there, we heard the two girls arguing again.

"Can you do it? Is that how it was done? Look at the skin still sticking to it, it's disgusting."

"Go, go, go! If you don't understand, just go. When I was roasting frogs in the orphanage, you were still a lady in a big family. Can you understand me?"

Ling Xiaodong sighed helplessly, and came out with the wood on his shoulders.

I saw Zheng Si'er and Mu Qinghe surrounding the deer corpse at the moment.

Mu Qinghe squatted beside her, raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, frowned, and looked at Zheng Si'er in disgust.

And Zheng Si'er knelt in front of the deer corpse, her plain white clothes were already stained red with blood.

She held the handle of the knife with only a small section left in one hand, and with the other hand she was digging into the deer carcass's already wide open abdomen, pulling out a few steaming internal organs from time to time and throwing them aside.

"Daoist Ling!"

"Brother Ling!"

Both women saw Ling Xiaodong coming towards them, stood up and greeted Ling Xiaodong.

Ling Xiaodong put down the wood on his shoulders, looked down at the deer carcass, then looked up at the two of them, and asked in confusion:

"What are you doing?"

"Deal with food! I think Brother Ling, you have something to do, and I can't be idle."

Zheng Sier waved the broken knife in his hand with a playful smile.

Ling Xiaodong looked at the two suspiciously, and asked:

"Can you cook?"

"Will... huh?"

Zheng Si'er replied hesitantly, while Mu Qinghe on the side lowered her head and pursed her thin lips, and became silent.

"What cooking? I can cook."

Yue Yingying, who had been doing nothing all this time, had neither a book to read nor a place to lie down, heard the movement and walked over curiously.

Ling Xiaodong shuddered all over.

Horrible memories came back to his mind again, the fish that glowed green in the dark was unforgettable for him forever.

The fear of being dominated by Yueyingying's cooking skills greatly stimulated his desire to survive.

Ling Xiaodong hurriedly shouted to Yue Yingying to dissuade her.

"No! It's nothing! Master, you can just rest on the side!"

Chapter 53 Excessive

"What, I'm really good at cooking. Is there anything in this world that can be difficult for me Yueyingying?"

"Yes yes yes! Master, you are a genius!"

Yue Yingying kept turning her head and yelling, and was extremely dissatisfied that Ling Xiaodong pushed her back and left the place.

When he came back again, Zheng Si'er and Mu Qinghe looked at him in puzzlement.

Zheng Si'er asked: "Since Daoist Mingyue will meet, why not let her come, why does Brother Ling let her go?"

Ling Xiaodong shrugged, smiled bitterly and said:

"Listen to my master's nonsense, I can assure you that you will never want to eat her cooking, it will kill you!"

"So scary!"

Mu Qinghe glanced at Yue Yingying's leaving figure.

I can't think of how normal ingredients can produce such appalling effects.

Ling Xiaodong pulled up a deer hoof and carried the deer carcass.

"Forget it, I'll come, you just wait aside."

He looked at the blood-stained Zheng Si'er, who looked like a female ghost.

"Especially Brother Que, hurry up and find a place to wash up! You look so scary."

Zheng Si'er scratched her head in embarrassment and laughed a few times, blushing and ran into the jungle, not knowing where she went to change her clothes.

Ling Xiaodong carried the deer carcass and walked to the stream that Zheng Sier had found earlier.

He found a bare black stone by the stream and sat down, cut off the fur of the disemboweled doe, and then threw it into the clear and sweet stream to wash away the blood.

Just as Ling Xiaodong was working seriously, there was a crisp sound of gada behind him.

This is the sound of dead branches being trampled.

"It's Miss Mu, what can you do with me?"

Ling Xiaodong looked back and saw Mu Qinghe carefully holding the tree trunk and walking in his direction.

Mu Qinghe smiled faintly, walked to Ling Xiaodong's side, and sat on a rock with him.

Ling Xiaodong moved forward a bit to give her some space, but the two still squeezed shoulder to shoulder.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with Daoist Ling. Does Daoist Ling dislike me?"

Mu Qinghe tilted her head, and wanted to lean on the shoulder of the person next to her, but she didn't lean on it after all.

"No way, Miss Mu just sit down if she likes it."

Ling Xiaodong could clearly feel the tenderness of the girl's lotus arms beside her.

He replied a little awkwardly, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, lowered his head and began to concentrate on processing the internal organs and blood of the doe.

Mu Qinghe saw that he deliberately moved away from her by a certain distance, and her expression became a little disappointed.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and then asked:

"Could Daoist Ling still blame me for failing?"

Ling Xiaodong looked up in surprise and said, "Blame you? What do I blame you for?"