Shui Miaomiao thought that maybe her reputation would be ruined here.
She really couldn't think of anything she had done that would offend Xianyan Xianzun. Maybe she wanted to stay in this Xianyun Palace until she died alone...
In the end, she was let out because the winter hunt was in three days, and as a newcomer, she could not miss it.
It's snowing today.
Shui Miaomiao stepped out of the threshold and looked at the scene of the pile of silver and jade. She was stunned for a long time. This was the first snow she had seen in the world of gods and demons. It was so unreal.
Raising his hand to catch a piece of snowflake, watching it slowly melt in the palm of his hand, and feeling the cold touch, Shui Miaomiao slowly laughed and stepped lightly on the snow, leaving behind the sound of "squeaking". The next set of footprints left Xianyun Palace.
There was still one step left, and they were out of the boundary of Xianyun Palace. Shui Miaomiao looked back and saw that the snow was getting heavy. Erye held up an umbrella to block his view.
She still hadn't seen Xianyan Immortal Lord and didn't know where she went wrong.
"Immortal Lord."
Xianyan Xianzun, wearing a snow-white cloak, was standing under the tree. His body was covered with snow, and if you didn't look carefully, it would be mixed with the snow.
If Shui Miaomiao is looking, he can find it.
Immortal Master Xianyan withdrew his gaze and looked at the umbrella in Yiyi's hand, "What? I need an umbrella?" As he spoke, the snow on his body disappeared in an instant like water vapor. After that, not a single snowflake could fall. On the clothes of Xianyan Xianzun.
Snow, such a cold thing, only needs a little heat to melt, but what about Miaomiao Shui? He seems to be considerate of others, but he is most ruthless.
When she warms the hearts of others, she leads others to treat her as a good friend or relative, and then causes them the greatest harm.
Shui Miaomiao would not hurt others for his purpose, but he would hurt himself for his purpose. His nonchalant expression made people angry.
Thinking of Wen Renxian who was far away in the East China Sea, he knew that she tried every means to save Shui Miaomiao, but didn't he take it seriously at all?
But from another perspective, my little junior sister is very suitable for cultivating immortals! In order to fulfill her heart's wish, she is willing to sacrifice everything, and no emotion can stop her...
Shui Miaomiao walked in the snow holding an umbrella, one foot deep and one foot shallow, one foot shallow and one foot deep. She declined Erye to send her back to Renjing Xiaozhu. She also wanted to take a stroll.
Calculating the time, today is a severe cold, so we should eat Laba porridge. Unfortunately, there is no such tradition here. For a moment, Shui Miaomiao looked at the silver-clad world and lost her direction.
"Boy, this porridge is amazing,"
An Jue Lao rolled his eyes and Mu Cang stirred the brown-red porridge in the jar.
"It smells pretty good and serve me a bowl." Old An Jue stretched out his hand.
He really wanted to hit that hand with a spatula, but Mu Cang said angrily, "It's not over yet."
"It can't be that you can't bear to part with it."
Without raising his head, Mu Cang could tell that Old An Jue had a teasing look on his face.
"It's just a bowl of porridge. When it's ready, the first bowl will definitely be Master's."
"Why don't I believe it so much?" Old An Jue took back his hand and looked at Mu Cang who was quietly cooking porridge, "Who taught you this porridge? What is it called?"
"Seven treasures and five flavors porridge." Mu Cang chose to ignore the first question.
"It seems that I guessed it wrong for such a Zen-like name. I thought it was your little lover who taught you this!"
His hand touched the edge of the jar and was burned. Mu Cang took a deep breath and put down the stirring spoon, and looked at An Jue Lao, "Are you okay with your visit?"
"No, I just followed the scent to take a look. Next time, remember to put up a barrier, otherwise it will attract people even in remote places."
It was his mistake. Mu Cang lowered his head and continued to stir the porridge.
"Stop frowning." Old An Jue crossed his arms and looked into the distance, and smiled with unknown meaning, "I have good news for you. In five or six seconds, your little lover will be able to turn over that dirt bag and see you. ”
"What!" Mu Cang stood up and looked back. He didn't have the eyesight like An Juelao, but he heard footsteps carefully.
what to do! Mu Cang kicked over the jar in panic.
"You can't leave." An Jue said sarcastically.
Mu Cang glared at An Jue Lao, raised a kick of snow to extinguish the fire, and then pulled An Jue Lao with him.
"The invisibility technique is very good! You can even take people with you."
"Quiet."
Scratching his head, why did he end up here? Shui Miaomiao looked at the white surroundings. It was strange enough to walk to the terraces, but also to such a desolate place.
It was also because of the fragrance that Shui Miaomiao took a deep breath and laughed stupidly.
When she came to this other world, she actually had Laba porridge once. At that time, she had just agreed to get married to Mu Cang, and it was winter, so she borrowed the kitchen of Mu Cang's house to make porridge.
I still remember when Mu Cang asked about the name of the porridge. After thinking about it, he said that there is no Laba porridge, so he said that Laba porridge is also called Qibao and Five-flavor porridge. He also pretended to be profound and talked about the origin of the porridge, which bluffed that silly boy Mu Cang. Dazed for a moment.
He put his hand on his neck and pressed it on the jade pendant through his clothes. He sighed and thought of something happy. For example, if he wants to eat porridge, I can cook it myself!
As soon as she clapped her hands, Shui Miaomiao applauded her wit, turned around and left, not seeing the porridge on the ground gradually soaked with white snow...
Seeing Sanmao's tall body struggling to squeeze in through the door while keeping the tea on the tray from spilling, it was really difficult for him.
"Why is it you?" Xianyan Xianzun put down the book and took the tea cup, saying funny.
After taking a sip, Xian Yanxianzun's face was distorted by the burns. He was careless and thought that even if it was given as a gift, it should have been brewed by them.
Covering his mouth and putting down the tea, Xian Yanxian Zun looked at San Mao, who was a head taller than him even if he knelt down in front of him, "Where are they?"
They will not go against Xianyan Xianzun's words, but they are not good at words and don't know what to say.
Sanmao lowered his head, his hesitant temperament was really not worthy of his tall body. Maybe it was an illusion, but Xianyan Xianzun actually felt a little aggrieved from Sanmao.
Suppressing a bit of laughter, Xianyan Immortal Lord put down his hand and knocked on the table, "Okay, put this away and get a glass of water." He didn't ask for the reason. After all, the only one who could make them act like this was the one who had just been released. Who else could be the little junior sister who came out?
After offering the water, Sanzhuo hesitated for a few seconds, "Immortal Lord, is this slave very useless?"
After a pause in drinking water, Xian Yanxian Zun looked at San Mao. He had correctly seen that the grievances he had just seen definitely came from San Mao.
Xianyan Xianzun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Shui Miaomiao was also a god, but he had caused psychological problems for his own people. He seemed to be on the road to becoming a mother and never come back.
He calmly put down the cup and wiped the spilled water on his hands, "Why do you say that?"
"At once······"
Shui Miaomiao, who was busy in the kitchen of Renjing Xiaozhu, had no idea how things turned out like this. She just wanted to make a simple bowl of nostalgic porridge.
At first, I asked Sijun to help me find ingredients.
Maybe these four children are mysophobic! Although the kitchen in Renjing's small house was not used by anyone, it was actually not dusty. Si Nu insisted on cleaning it, so she called Er Ye.
Then Yi Yi didn't know what we were doing, so he came over to have a look for fear of something happening, so he stayed here and called San Miao to help chop wood.
I have to say that San Mo's body type really took up a lot of space when he walked into the kitchen. After chopping the firewood, he was driven away ruthlessly by Yi Yi, saying that Xianyan Xianzun could not live without someone by his side.
Since you know that Xianyan Xianzun cannot live without someone by his side, why are you all still staying here! I'm just making porridge, not a Man-Han Banquet!
But not to mention that the porridge is quite delicious. Without their help, I really wouldn’t be able to cook such a big pot, such a big pot! Who will eat it?
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