The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 1171: Why?

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Jimo Ya turned his head and smiled again, "Xiaoyan, if these spiritual foods are spread, I am afraid that more people will oppose me."

"Why?"

"Because there will be more people robbing you!"

"Poor mouth!" Huan Qingyan pursed her lips with a smile.

……

In this way, Jimo Ya commented on the four or five rare spiritual dishes that Huan Qingyan carefully cooked at night.

Little Treasure is not allowed to eat too much. He can only eat the common spiritual food in front of him. Fortunately, the taste of the common spiritual food is also acceptable, of course it cannot be compared with the rare spiritual food.

If you haven't eaten rare spiritual food before, Xiaobao would be very strange to these ordinary spiritual food.

But now, I always feel that it is not perfect.

"Father, mother, Little Treasure has decided, I am going to start cultivating, and within a year, I will be promoted to the real spiritual master so that I can eat the rare spiritual food made by my mother..."

Jimoya didn't raise his eyes, "No, according to the current progress, your body must be soaked in the medicinal bath for three years before you can advance."

Huan Qingyan also disagrees, "Little Treasure, the foundation is very important. Next time my mother will make a good meal for your father, she must avoid you and prevent you from seeing it. You can make it for three years. Good, obedient."

Little Treasure...

If you want to do it secretly, do it secretly, why tell him?

So that he hasn't yet, and his mind is full of mothers carrying him on his back, giving Dad a good meal.

You have nothing to love!

Huan Qingyan was amused by Xiaobao's expression, took out a bottle of honey fruit wine, and the three of them poured a glass.

A cup of honey fruit wine only has a few hundred auras, and Xiaobao can drink a little.

In this way, Xiaobao was coaxed, and he started to eat in good spirits.

"Xiaobao, what did you do at Wang's house today? Have you noticed anything?"

When talking about this topic, Little Treasure finally let go of the entanglement of the rare spiritual food, and began to talk about his affairs in the Wang family...

How does Wang Jia Niuniu tease him, how his general demeanor, the demeanor that adults don’t care about children, etc...

It caused Huan Qingyan to laugh, and even Mo Ya raised his eyebrows and smiled.

The family just ate dinner with the beauty. There is no washing up, sweeping and tidying up the table. Jimo Ya directly used a cleansing technique and everything was clean.

Jimoya continued to practice meditation, and he ate most of the few rare spiritual dishes, which was used to stabilize the realm of Wang Lingshi.

Huan Qingyan finished Xiaobao's medicated bath, and Xiaobao fell asleep.

The husband and wife began to practice their martial arts skills, and in the end they had to talk about their affection.

***

Bianshan City is a small city on the southern edge of the mountain range.

There are not too many people in the city, less than a thousand people, mainly some low-level spiritualists stop here temporarily to supply supplies in order to enter the mountains.

The purpose of entering the mountain is naturally to cultivate resources, and there are corresponding vendors who specialize in trading.

Although the small town is remote, with these people, there is no shortage of excitement on weekdays.

But today, the faces of the people in Bianshan City are full of panic.

Because a mountain wolf king is blocking outside the city, his three-foot-tall body is almost flush with the entire city gate, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Behind it, there are countless little demon, demon generals and demon commanders are not a few.

Such a battle naturally caused panic in the human race.

Bianshan City’s main cultivation base is only in the middle stage of the mysterious spirit master, and at this time I had to stand on the wall and ask, "Dare to ask Lord Demon King, somehow blocking my city gate?"

The Mountain Wolf King glanced at him, disdainful to answer, raised his head and howled, and his voice resounded throughout the town, "Wait, wait! The wolf village under this king was slain by the human race! As far as this king knows, the murderer is right. It is a member of the Baili family! You will bundle these sinners and send them out quickly, otherwise, this king will bloodbath this small city!"