The full-level master just wants to be a waste

Because of Fu Xia's incident, Ning Rong was not in the mood and continued to wander around Licheng.

They bought in a hurry, and returned to Hanzong without staying long.

The preparations for the Zongmen Conference are almost done, and Ning Rong is not very busy.He only checks occasionally, and most of the time he is on Muqing Peak, taking care of Fu Xia.

Although Fu Xia was not injured, she was shameless.

She confidently held up her uninjured arm and cried to Ning Rong that she felt uncomfortable.

Before Ning Rong nodded, she couldn't help laughing: "It doesn't matter, anyway, senior sister can't ignore me."

The little backer has a good temper, even though he knows that she may have nothing to do now, he still follows her words and takes care of her.

Fu Xia is easy to support, and he said that he needs a small backer to take care of him, but in fact, most of the time he lies on the bed by himself, reading random books.

Don't eat, drink or sleep, just lie down.

Ning Rong put the chicken soup she made on the table, looked at the person on the bed, and said helplessly, "Get up and sit down."

Fu Xia put down the notebook, Danfeng looked at Ning Rong, blinked innocently, and said in a soft voice: "Senior sister, I have been sitting for a long time, and my back hurts."

Ning Rong sighed: "Then what should we do? Get up and go for a walk to get some air?"

"no!"

Fu Xia categorically denied: "I can't walk, my legs hurt."

"I'll help you walk."

"No, the wind is too strong, it makes people uncomfortable."

Fu Xia subconsciously finished this sentence, turned over and took his notebook, and then read it.

Listening to this sentence, Ning Rong felt a little familiar for some reason. She frowned and thought about it, but she never thought of where it was familiar.Something was wrong: "Where is the wind in Mu Qingfeng?"

"It doesn't matter, I just have it. I can't blow the wind, and I cry when it blows."

Still subconsciously replied this sentence.

Obviously, when talking to the little backer before, no matter how unreasonable they were, they still had a little sense of propriety, but for some reason, these two sentences were not polite at all, very casual and aggressive.

But Fu Xia didn't know why he felt a little familiar.

She felt cold.

The words on the book can't be read.

Fu Xia recalled the past sentence by sentence.

The phrase "the wind outside" was subconsciously said, as if the conversation just said was too familiar—why did it feel familiar.

It was the same as when I first met the little backer, that indescribable sense of familiarity.

Fu Xia was in a daze.

Ning Rong looked at the person whose back was turned to him and was concentrating on reading the storybook, smiled helplessly, and said, "I made chicken soup...don't you really want to try it?"

Fu Xia turned over and was still lying on the bed, looking at Ning Rong with sparkling eyes: "Did you cook it?"

Ning Rong nodded.

Fu Xia turned over and got out of bed: "Then let me try."

Ning Rong handed the spoon to Fu Xia, and pushed the chicken soup towards her: "It's the first time I'm making it...it might not taste very good. There's no one in the cafeteria, I'm thinking about making it myself...it's not good You stop drinking."

"How could it be! Senior Sister is amazing!"

Fu Xia took a spoonful with a spoon, and just put it in his mouth, the words in his mouth could not come out.

Ning Rong looked at the stagnant Fu Xia, a little nervous: "Isn't it delicious?"

Fu Xia swallowed that sip, and took another sip.

She frowned.

Ning Rong became even more nervous.

Fu Xia took a spoonful and handed it to Ning Rong's mouth: "Senior Sister, have you tasted it yet?"

Ning Rong looked at the spoon that Fu Xia had used, opened her mouth slightly, and drank the soup.

This time, Ning Rong's expression was also a little strange.

Fu Xia asked Ning Rong in a low voice: "Senior Sister, is it really the first time I thought about making it?"

Ning Rong felt the same taste as Fu Xia's boiled in his mouth, looked at Fu Xia again, and nodded: "Yes."

Fu Xia's heart was full of twists and turns, and when he met Ning Rong's eyes, he smiled as if nothing had happened: "Then senior sister and I really have a good understanding. It's the first time I make it, and I can make such a taste."

Ning Rong was a little embarrassed and stopped going to see Fu Xia.

Therefore, I didn't see the thought in Fu Xia's eyes who continued to drink the soup.

Ning Rong still had something to do, and he didn't stay in Mu Qingfeng for long, and was called away after a while.

Fu Xia then lay on the bed and picked up his notebook.

Not right.

Fu Xia's chicken soup is actually an ordinary chicken soup, but with a kind of fruit added in it.

That fruit is not difficult to find, there are many places, but most people will not put this fruit in chicken soup.

Nian Hanzong didn't have this fruit, but Fu Xia wanted to use it later and found it by himself.

I usually keep it in the corner of the small kitchen.If you don't look for it, you won't find it.

But this is the first time for the little backer to do it. She said that there is no one in the small kitchen, that is to say, no one will tell her that she will put the fruit when she cooks the soup.

But she let it go, and it still tasted the same as the one she made.

Why is this so?

Fu Xia couldn't help thinking about it, but suddenly realized that she had already forgotten why she made soup.

As a cultivator myself, I have already done bigu.Why do you cook a soup?

Fu Xia couldn't help but think back a little bit.

It seems to be always there, and only this soup.So when I met this senior sister for the first time and wanted to give her a little favor, I chose stewed chicken soup.

But how could I?

Fu Xia thought about it and didn't have a clue, but after drinking the chicken soup and lying down for a while, he began to feel sleepy.

The notebook in his hand fell down on the bed little by little, Fu Xia let go, turned over in a trance and closed his eyes.

Someone pushed himself in the chaos, his voice was small, with the unique clarity of a girl: "Don't sleep, get up and sit down."

I don't seem to be very big, and I am not as shameless as I am now, but a little arrogant, and I pushed the little girl away impatiently: "No, it will be uncomfortable to sit."

The child sighed like an adult: "Then what should we do? Get up and go for a walk to get some air?"

"no!"

I still look like that: "I can't walk, my legs hurt."

"I'll help you walk."

"No, the wind is too strong, it makes people uncomfortable."

"Where is the wind here?"

"It doesn't matter, I just have it. I can't blow the wind, and I cry when it blows."

No matter how young Fu Xia is, she is still Fu Xia, and she is still so unreasonable.

"Apart from bullying me, all you can do is cry!"

Fu Xia opened his eyes from the chaos, thinking about what he had just dreamed, and frowned.

This is... before I ascended?