"You actually have a tail?"

Wu Shiyi grabbed Meng Ling's furry tail and lifted it up.

Meng Ling:???

So the sect leader pressed forward step by step for this?

The Sect Master is such a bad guy! Big Bad guy! Super Big Bad guy!

"snort!"

I scratched my head at Wu Yiyi. Is this a mistake?

What does your expression mean? I just look at why you keep retreating from your tail.

Aren't you a ghost?

What are you afraid of???

Is the tail the back of its fate? No?

But after hearing it, he still captured an important message that the mask was brought to him by someone else!

Meng Ling seems to know very well!

"Okay, I'm just kidding you, do you know who brought me the mask?"

Meng Ling snorted again, but it did not refuse Wu Shiyi's question: "Your father brought it with you with his own hands! He also said that this mask cannot be taken off! Once taken down, it will cause you to bear the pressure of being inconsistent with your age. So he sealed the mask on your face with his supreme magical power!"

"Do you have to carry this ghost face with you all your life?"

He felt the deep malice from his father.

Could it be that I am very ugly?

My father was afraid that he would be inferior, so he found a false reason?

Oh my God, if you look ugly in this life, wouldn’t you have no sense of substitution?

Let’s not consider this issue for now, there is another very important issue.

"Since I have no cultivation, how can I live for more than 14,000 years?"

Wu Shiyi stared at Meng Ling with his eyes, his furry ears were so cute.

Although I don’t know what category it is, it’s similar to cat ears.

Sometimes I would sway as Meng Ling spoke, and I couldn't help it, just touch it.

Meng Ling saw Wu Shiyi's big hand getting upright again and immediately floated into the air, so that the sect leader's "savage hand" would not be touched.

Wu Shiyi reached out to touch the air, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

But I saw that the bowl of red soup was still floating in front of my eyes, so my gestures quickly changed and brought the red soup to my face.

Whoever wants to touch you, I just want to finish the soup.

Speaking of drinking soup, I felt a little dry and was about to drink the red soup in my hand.

Damn, is this shining?

I rubbed my head and eyes and continued to look, it was indeed shining.

The red soup looks very good. I have never seen such a dish that can make people's index fingers tremble in my life!

He was a man who could see the Chinese on his tongue without leaving a drop of saliva. However, now he felt that the bowl of soup was shining. The fragrance emitted by the red soup made him close his eyes intoxicatedly. The scent of the fragrance turned into graceful girls giving his taste buds. I remembered the days of the club on the eleventh day of the afternoon...

etc?

What do I think this thing is for?

But this is the real gold dish!

It smells so good!

"Why is this soup so fragrant?"

Meng Ling couldn't help but feel a little proud when he saw Wu Shiyi's appearance. Lao Gao said: "This bowl of soup, water uses the water from our Tianmo Sect Holy Spring. The Tianmo Sect Holy Spring, a drop of the flesh and bones can be used for life and death! However, I have used a whole pot to cook this bowl of red porridge! Over the past ten thousand years, I have made soup 87,000 times. The recipe of the red soup has been improved by 67,000 times. Now the bowl of soup in front of the sect leader is the final product."

"No wonder this is the case!"

Wu Ziyi exclaimed that in tens of thousands of years, only one thing is done 87,000 times. What kind of perseverance is needed to do it?

Although this guy looks stupid, he still has a skill. At least this perseverance has crushed 99% of the people. I am willing to respect you as King Tang on the eleventh day of the afternoon!

etc?

Something is wrong!

What kind of thing to make soup?

The Holy Spring of the Heavenly Demon Sect???

"You use the Holy Spring to make soup?"

I was shocked at the eleventh day of the afternoon. A drop of the holy spring that can live and die with a drop of flesh and bones. I can tell how precious it is with my toes. This girl is used to make soup...

When he heard this, he almost breathed out in one breath.

Meng Ling tilted his head, and the faint ghost fire in his eyes flashed: "What else should I do?"

"Oh, forget your amnesia problem! The Holy Spring of the Heavenly Demon Sect has been flowing for hundreds of thousands of years, and each person can only use it once in his life. If it is too much, it will be the same as ordinary water! And as long as the Holy Spring of the Heavenly Demon Sect leaves the holy spring, it will immediately evaporate into smoke, and it won't be done after it is boiled into soup!"

"All right."

After hearing what he said, Wu Shiyi almost suddenly stopped and needed intubation to relieve the heart.

Now that he has entered the Tianmo Sect, every blade of grass and tree in the Tianmo Sect is his assets.

As the saying goes, flowers and plants have life, please show mercy under your feet. The holy spring has life, and no drop can do.

"Why can I live for tens of thousands of years?"

"You are the son of the Great Emperor. You are born to have a lifespan of 15,000 years, and your youth will last forever. Sect Master, these are not important now. Drink quickly. It's time to go on your way after drinking!"

Son of the Emperor!

Haha, so that's it.

This life experience has not embarrassed all seniors!

It seems that I can only be a second generation immortal in this life.

It seems that the days ahead are all fine, and each sect will be free, occasionally playing with pretending to slap in the face. If someone who is not very eyebrow wants to bully him, he just needs to shout, "My father is the emperor!"

No matter what you are, my life is in my hands, my life is in my hands, or the sword will last forever, and there will be no debris left for you to destroy.

But why should I target other people's pride?

I have no grudge against them, right?

Wu Shiyi found that his mentality was a little problem at this moment, and it seemed that he had been poisoned by too much in his previous life.

It’s better to be low-key and live a life of teasing the fairies in the world and bullying the naughty children in the world.

Tsk!

This life as an emperor's son is so simple and boring...

The seductive fragrance of red soup breaks the fantasy of 11th afternoon.

The food is currently available, you should enjoy the present, and you will talk about what you have to do after eating!

But does Meng Ling always feel a strange feeling when she cooks the red soup?

Why is the soup made from the Holy Spring of the Heavenly Demon Sect red?

Did it also put red dates?

What a red date!

Wherever I think of it, it is not certain whether there are red dates in another world!

Speaking of Meng Ling, the name of a spirit ghost sounds so good.

Whether it is craftsmanship or sound, it sounds nice, but it's quite arrogant. If it's a girl, it must be very beautiful, alas...

Why did I lose my memory...

Why?

Wait... Meng Ling... Tang... Amnesia...

What Meng Ling made of this is not Meng Po soup!

Go on the road...what is it...

Why did you suddenly feel that what Meng Ling just said was a little gloomy?

Wu Shiyi felt tired and took a breath of air conditioning.

Meng Po asked me to drink Meng Po soup, what should I do?

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