What should I do if I add the wrong point after crossing

"Potian, what are you... doing?"

Hearing the words, Qi Lingpotian raised his head and said with beautiful eyes.

"It's okay to be idle, I want to see if I can knit a sweater for the master."

"Knit a sweater for me?"

Qin Zhe was stunned.

Qi Lingpotian said "hmm", and the needle and thread in his jade hand waved lightly and disappeared without a trace, and it was unknown where it was stuffed.

Then, she asked with her mind.

"Master, compared to this, what about your heart demon?"

Seeing that Qi Ling broke the topic, Qin Zhe tactfully did not delve into the issue of the sweater.

He's a straight man of steel, that's right.

But when necessary, he still knows how to judge the situation.

Hearing that Qi Ling Potian mentioned the inner demon, Qin Zhe was a little surprised, then relieved at random.

Qi Ling breaking the sky is his natal magic weapon.

He can hide Qin Qingqing and Fen Xin temporarily.

But it is too difficult to hide Qi Ling Potian.

Unless, he doesn't think about anything related to mind flayers.

Without thinking too much, Qin Zhe responded through his thoughts.

"You don't have to worry about this, I know it well."

After saying that, Qin Zhe couldn't help but look out of the window.

At this moment, the mind flayer was still examining the prototype of the Dao by Tianyu's side.

Qin Zhe didn't understand what she wanted to do.

If you want to be interested in the prototype of Dao, at least you have to touch and understand it like Tianyu, right?

However, the mind flayer just watched there without making any moves.

Qi Ling Potian received Qin Zhe's flat response and nodded slightly.

"Since the master knows it well, I won't ask more questions."

Qin Qingqing heard Qi Lingpotian's words, struggled to get up, and blinked twice in a daze.

"Abba, Sister Potian, what are you discussing?"

Because just now Qin Zhe and Qi Lingpotian communicated with each other through their minds, Xiao Nizi didn't know that they mentioned the mind flayer.

Regarding the mind flayer, Qin Zhe didn't intend to elaborate on it with her, and said lightly.

"It's nothing to do with you, you just need to lie down."

At this sound, Qin Qingqing was a little unhappy, pouted and said.

"Father! Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me? Also! Why do you want me to lie down? It's not that I want to lie down!"

"You don't want to lie down, but you want to practice seriously?"

Qin Zhe pouted, ignored Xiao Nizi's protest, and walked to the kitchen and said.

"Calm down, I'll get some food first."

As soon as Qin Zhe said that he wanted to get food, Qin Qingqing suddenly regained his spirits.

protest?

no point.

The key point is that Qin Zhe hated her words, and she couldn't refute them.

She grew up so big, when did she practice seriously?

Stretching the two long legs forward to put on the slippers, Qin Qingqing followed up with Qin Zhe, humming coquettishly.

"Abba, I want to eat fried chicken."

Qin Zhe paused when he heard the words, and said strangely.

"Look at my inner world, it looks like I'm raising chickens?"

"It's not a big problem, I have food reserves!"

Qin Qingqing chuckled, waved her hand and took out a piece of frozen chicken from the storage space.

"..."

Qin Zhe was speechless.

This girl is a bit outrageous.

In the storage space, there is an ordinary frozen chicken, seriously?

The storage space opened up by the practitioner is for this kind of thing?

Ah, is the storage space used as a cold storage or something?

But it's also ridiculous to think about your own storage space, from pots and pans to table grills, there are more than you shouldn't have.

Qin Qingqing's virtue is that like a father like a daughter, he is the least qualified to educate her.

Silently reached out and picked up the frozen chicken handed over by Qin Qingqing, Qin Zhe said.

"Stay outside and don't make trouble in the kitchen."

……

It's been a long time since Qin Zhe has been cooking.

The last time I dealt with ordinary ingredients, I don't know how long ago.

However, his craftsmanship has not regressed.