Besides, this little guy really believed in Master’s obvious perfunctory remarks?

Too naive!

Zhou Yifan's cooking skills are now not convinced by him.

OK... Actually, these are not the key points.

The key point is the identity of the soft little girl in front of you!

Zhou Yifan had never questioned the human identity of Xiaoniancao before until he saw her holding the gorgeous sleeping bird in the distance and calling her mother.

That impact force is simply!

If Zhou Yifan hadn't had his little heart to resist the strike, he would have screamed out in front of Mu Chuyue.

So, why can't a child born from a big bird that has never been seen and cannot be called a name?

The boy swallowed, pointed at the Phoenix Bird, then looked at the rice cake again and said, "So, are you a monster?"

The innocent little rice cake can't understand the deep meaning hidden in this question now, but she can understand the superficial meaning, and at the same time she can feel the fear in Zhou Yifan's eyes. Although he is trying his best to bury him, he cannot deceive an immature cub. You must know that the cub is extremely sensitive to subtle emotional changes.

"I am the Warcraft, Brother Yifan," Xiaoniangao didn't like the boy's fear of him, and this person had to solve her short-term ration problem, so the little guy realized what he had to change.

She leaned closer, grabbed Zhou Yifan's clothes and begged, "Don't be afraid of rice cake. Rice cake will not bully your friends just because of your strength!"

The boy didn't even have time to capture the pleasing in the little guy's words, so he was attracted by one of the two words. He repeated it, his eyes filled with fog, "Friends, are we friends?" When he said this, his voice was extremely small, not like asking rice cakes, but more like muttering to himself.

"Of course we are friends!"

The little rice cake swayed Zhou Yifan's clothes, just like a real human child. She acted coquettishly, just like when she was talking to a phoenix bird.

"Not only you, but also Brother Yu Jian! I like rice cakes that Brother Yu Jian bought me for water balls. I can eat twenty more now!"

“Twenty?!”

The only fear in Zhou Yifan's heart was completely dispersed by the naive appearance of rice cakes, and was successfully transferred to the point.

For a moment, a lot of water balls suddenly appeared in his mind, shaking his head so hard that he was getting big.

In order not to be pestered by the little guy, Zhou Yifan decided to save himself, and then squatted down and imitated the seriousness of the master when he scolded him, "You can't eat it hard. If you eat your stomach badly, you won't be able to eat it next time!"

As expected, the rice cake was no longer noisy, and the little head was buried and it quickly flashed back to the phoenix bird.

When Zhou Yifan saw this scene, he suddenly felt that he had the potential to become a bad guy. He felt embarrassed to touch his nose and simply picked up the ancient books given by his master and started to study them.

"Do you build a house? Master said I need to see the plants in Guling Field, so I can build a few more rooms by the way, which can be used to pile up farm tools and harvested spiritual fruits." The young man thoughtfully.

However, he didn't know that the spiritual plants that Mu Chuyue planted in this spiritual field now grow better and better, and he couldn't use it for him to harvest.
Chapter completed!