My host in fast time travel is a full-level boss

Chapter 52 Phoenix Bloodline ([-])
Anyang turned his face to the other side: "I don't want to eat."

Luo Zhi ignored him and flipped through the book.

An afternoon passed like this, Anyang endured the feeling of cramping in his stomach, gritted his teeth, looked at the corner of the wall, and tried his best to ignore the increasingly uncomfortable pain.

Luo Zhi, who was sitting on the chair, picked up the spiritual fruit on the table and stuffed it into her mouth, and used magic to blow herself dry, looking like she was enjoying it.

She was not like this before!

He couldn't take it anymore.

"What are you going to do to me?"

It's killing or scraping, can you give me a good time.

Are you mocking him by eating in front of him?

Luo Zhi was affected by the outside voice, looked at the male lead, feeling extremely speechless, she didn't bother to talk to him, but the male lead couldn't do it.

"I told you to stay here obediently, and I won't do anything to you."

There was a little impatience in her words, and it didn't sound like she was lying, but past experience told Anyang that this guy must have some other tricks, it must be like this.

An An bit her lower lip and convinced herself.

You look like I won't believe you.

Luo Zhi: ...

Luo Zhi flew a book in front of him, and gave up communicating with him: "In the past few days, you will learn how to identify herbs."

The male protagonist has always been a child that no one cares about. From the beginning of introducing Qi into the body, he secretly went to the Jingshi Hall to learn it with ordinary disciples without a master.

The journey of cultivation is inherently difficult, without the guidance of the master, there is a possibility that the meridians may be broken when introducing qi into the body, and it is also luck that the hero can safely introduce qi into the body.

The booklet on the ground reads "Basic Knowledge of Alchemy and Spiritual Grass". Anyang knows this book.

He became suspicious: "You really want to teach me alchemy?"

Luo Zhi looked at him indifferently: "If you don't want to learn, forget it."

Anyang picked up the book and read the first few pages carefully to confirm that it was the same as other people's books.

He was puzzled.

Anyway, the book is real, if you don't read it for nothing, don't read it.

He put the book aside and read it to himself.

The door clicked open.

"Master," An Shi ran in, "Today, the Hall of Things sent me pills, spiritual fruits and spiritual stones."

Luo Zhi reached out and touched An Shi's hair, her tone was much gentler than An Yang's: "I see, you keep these things for yourself."

An Shi nodded obediently: "Okay."

Anyang glanced back, and saw the scene where the two were getting along harmoniously, he curled his lips.

Pretend.

An Shi didn't stay long, it seemed that he just came in to tell Luo Zhi what the sect had sent him, and then went out again.

The door was closed again.

"Eat some Bingyan fruit when I'm hungry, I'll go in and rest."

She coldly informed Anyang, and the ice-colored robe slipped past Anyang's eyes and disappeared from the jade curtain.

Anyang looked at the string of jade curtains, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

She seems to be a very cold person, she doesn't care about anything, she will only be gentle when facing that puppet An Shi.

I don't know what kind of tenderness there is with a puppet.

He became a little absent-minded.

When he had five spiritual roots, he was accepted as a disciple by the Lord of Danfeng. Although he was just a handyman disciple, he was already very satisfied.

After all, it is difficult for a five-spirit root to even break through the foundation-building stage. If a master is willing to ask for it, no matter who looks at it, it is a great luck.

But although he has this good luck, it is only this. He does not have the treatment that other handyman disciples can have, and he has more work.

An Shi pushed the door open again and came in, this time he brought a stack of white and tender steamed buns and walked in front of An Yang

"Do you want to eat it? I just went to buy this from the mountain."

The steamed buns are still steaming, and they are freshly baked to the naked eye.

He squatted next to Anyang, put the plate on the ground, picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and narrowed his eyes happily: "It's delicious, eat it quickly."

(End of this chapter)