Ye Kong couldn't help but nodded, since they met, it was considered fate.

He has already started to think about recruiting disciples.

"Immortal, are you hungry?" Xiaocao had already run to the wall and poured out porridge made from ten thousand plants and trees from a pottery stove that was cooking.

He held it carefully, as if holding a rare treasure.

She knew this was the last bit of food in the family.

When the old man went out, he told her that immortals do not eat mortal food.

Let her eat it herself, and don't leave it to the immortals.

Now that the immortal woke up, Xiaocao decided to leave it to the immortal to eat.

She felt that the immortal was injured and had been unconscious for several days, so he needed to eat and drink.

Ye Kong couldn't use his spiritual power at this time, and he didn't know that this was the last bit of rice porridge.

At this time, he was almost like an ordinary mortal.

All you can see and hear are the things in front of you and around you.

He found the grass porridge and drank it directly.

Although the spiritual energy contained in it is pitifully small, it is still stronger than heaven and earth.

They were all transformed into traces of spiritual power by Ye Kong's body to nourish the body.

Xiaocao watched Ye Kong finish the grass porridge and smiled happily.

Two shallow dimples appeared on his face.

Ye Kong smiled at her and lay down to rest again.

There is no way, he is very weak now.

And I didn’t bring any elixirs with me.

At this time, there was a creak at the door.

An old man with silver hair and a stooped figure came in holding a small bag of things like a baby.

Ye Kong speculated that it should be filled with grain.

Xiaocao saw the old man and immediately greeted him happily.

He took the bag from the old man's hand.
Chapter completed!