I open a restaurant in Xiujie

The tongue of fire opened its teeth and claws, and the fireball was menacing.

But Yu Xiaotan didn't feel scared unexpectedly.

This place seems to be the spiritual world of Consciousness Sea. Yu Xiaotan found that he was surrounded by colorful rays of light dancing around his body. The dots of light were like the brilliant fireflies at night, warm and warm, dancing slowly around him, occasionally falling on his shoulders .

Like warm water dripping.

Yu Xiaotan raised his eyes and looked at the fireball not far away.

At that moment, as if sensing his thoughts, the colorful rays of light danced more quickly, turning into a stream of light, rushing towards the burning fireball ahead.The moment the two sides came into contact, the fireball visibly froze for a moment, and the soaring tongue of flame and the expanding heat wave seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The same is true on Yunhai Peak.

The raging magma spewed out, as if encountering something incredible in an instant, it froze in mid-air in a splash state.

The fireball is raging.

But the moment it saw Yu Xiaotan, it felt a familiar breath for a long time, so long but vivid, and the moment it touched it, it forgot what it wanted to do. Even though it was a ball of fire, it somehow felt An illusion of wanting to cry.

Master... It looked at Yu Xiaotan eagerly, wondering if it was the master?

A few bubbles slowly sprang up from the surface of the fireball, as if a clumsy child was trying to think hard, the tongue of the fire swayed slightly, and a tiny flame shot out of the Yu Xiaotan.

No, no, not the master.

The person standing in front of him was clearly a strange boy, quite different from the distant figure in his memory, but for some reason, the other person carried the same aura as his master.

"Where do you come from?" Fireball asked, "Did the master ask you to fetch me?"

Yu Xiaotan: "Uh..."

Yu Xiaotan didn't know what the current situation was, and even the "master's breath" that Huoqiu said was a cloud of fog to him.

Could it be those colored light spots?

Or maybe that golden cookbook was made by the owner of Fireball's mouth?

even……

Yu Xiaotan frantically poked the system in his mind.

Recently, the appearance rate of the system has dropped significantly, except for a few days ago when he completed [cooking task (2) Assortment], he came out to "beep" a few times, and then there was no movement.

I don't know what they are doing.

The same is true now, the system is pretending to be dead, and Yu Xiaotan doesn't know how to reply to the little fireball.Although the other party was just a fire, he felt strong emotional fluctuations from the flying flames. He didn't want to hurt this guy's heart because of what he said wrongly.

After pondering for a moment, Yu Xiaotan carefully considered his words, avoided the subject and asked, "Do you want to go out?"

Without hesitation, Huoqiu said, "Think, think, think."

Yu Xiaotan: "Then do you want to...go out with me?"

Fireball hesitated.

It flicked back, hesitated for a moment under Yu Xiaotan's flickering eyes, and whispered with the flame drooping: "I can't go yet, there is something stewing in the stove."

Yu Xiaotan: "..."

Yu Xiaotan smiled helplessly.

That's right, the sky can't drop pies out of thin air. If the little fireball was abducted by him so easily, he probably wouldn't have stayed in the mountains for so many years.

And Yu Xiaotan felt that this little fireball was a little... cute?Anyway, just like a child who hasn't grown up.

I don't know if it was because of this reason that its owner left it in Yunhaizong for many years; or it was because of staying in the remote mountains with no one for many years that the little fireball became what it is today. Second appearance.

Yu Xiaotan couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "Who is your master?"

Which ancient power?

He originally thought that Little Fireball would say something like "The master is the master", but he didn't expect that Little Fireball would answer simply and neatly: "It's a chef."

Yu Xiaotan: "...Child Immortal?"

Little Huoqiu: "The cook's cook, the chef fairy."

Yu Xiaotan was stunned.

Chef?

Yu Xiaotan felt as if he had heard of this name more than once, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't seem to remember much.

He still remembered the last time, when Ji Chuchen gave him a gift, those few knives of excellent quality were still kept in his storage ring.

And in the Qixia Realm, people who can be called "immortals" are definitely not ordinary people.

Thinking that "cook fairy" must be related to the spiritual chef, and then thinking of the small stove and the so-called "stewed things" in its mouth, Yu Xiaotan felt that his curiosity was severely squeezed.

There are really dishes stewed by chefs!It has been stewed for thousands of years!

Yu Xiaotan rubbed his hands excitedly: "Is it convenient for me to take a look at the stew?"

The flames around the little fireball stagnated for a moment, showing hesitation visible to the naked eye.

Yu Xiaotan stepped up his deception... Ah no, it was reasoning: "I am also a spiritual chef. Although I am definitely not at the realm of your master's chef, I can be regarded as a good cook in Qixia Realm."

"You let me see the quality of the stew, do you need to add some water, adjust the seasoning, or adjust the heat? After all, it has been thousands of years. Your master may not understand the current state of the dish, right?"

His eloquence is already good, thinking that he could fool Wang Zirong into sleeping in a chicken coop in the spiritual chef assessment, but now he can deal with a small fireball like a white paper.

After being coaxed by him for a long time, the little fireball felt the strong aura belonging to Yu Xiaotan's body, and finally swayed obediently in the air, transforming into a prototype.

Indeed, as Yu Xiaotan thought, it was a small stove.

It's only as high as a person's knee, and it's round and cute. There is a small round basin on the stove, which is covered with a strange-looking lid.

The small stove also seemed to be curious about what was stewed in the pot. It held the round pot with flames and looked at Yu Xiaotan eagerly.

Yu Xiaotan stroked his fingers a few times, and carefully lifted the corner of the basin cover——

There is no imaginary steaming heat, and there is no tangy fragrance.

The basin is empty.

……

Yunhai Peak, which had been silent for dozens of breaths, suddenly shook again.

The magma spewed out like money, and the rocks trembled, rolling down the cracked gap.

It is like a crying child, not stingy with its own tears, but when those tears are scorching hot streams, the mountain forest, the main hall, the disciples and elders on Yunhai Peak will suffer again.

"What the hell is this, intermittent?"

Wang Dali wanted to cry but had no tears, so he ran away in the mountains and forests with the unconscious Yu Xiaotan on his back.

Just now, Yu Xiaotan was bitten by the devil and fainted in the blink of an eye.The disciples of Yunhai Sect swarmed up to subdue the demon, and wanted to capture the unconscious Yu Xiaotan, but at that moment, a deep gap opened in the ground under their feet.

The red-gold magma overflowed from the gap like a hot spring.

The disciples who had managed to calm down suddenly lost their minds, screaming and running away in all directions. Wang Dali also took advantage of the unpreparedness, picked up Yu Xiaotan and carried it on his shoulders, and fled to the deep forest in the distance.

He's had bad luck.

Because after escaping for a certain distance, Wang Dali suddenly discovered that he chose the direction where the magma spewed out. At this moment, the stream of flame followed closely behind his buttocks like a rolling wave, driving him all the way.

Wang Dali was about to cry.

He is just a spiritual chef, why should he bear so much.

"Master..." Wang Dali cried and called his father and mother, but he still kept talking, "You must hold on, don't suddenly wake up and give this disciple a bite...Then we both will be over, disciple I can only accompany you to the underworld to continue cooking..."

He screamed and was chased like a rabbit by Yanliu in the forest.

But the magma is too huge.

In the face of such a natural disaster, a spirit chef who is not good at body skills, with a young man on his back, is not much different from a rabbit that is cleaned and waiting to be served.

Deep in the ground fissure, Elder Song was also taken aback by the once again crazy magma.

If it was said that it was still angry before, this time the magma really went crazy. It almost swelled up towering waves like crazy, and the whole Yunhai Peak trembled and let out a painful trembling sound.

"What's going on?" Elder Song muttered, "You couldn't be sucked by me, could you?"

It shouldn't be, there is so much spiritual power in the big formation, how much can he absorb now?

But seeing that the situation is not good, Elder Song feels that it is time to run away.He wiped his mouth, exerted a little force with his fingertips, and the dense red strings connected in the formation snapped.

That is the net he made with his own unique spiritual power, which can absorb spiritual power from every disciple parasitized by blood leeches.

But it won't be needed in the future, Song Lao thought how much these disciples could survive in the magma might be.Besides, Cheng Huan's idiot is dead, and the rest of the people have never seen his shadow. This time, it's really fun to take the sheep by hand...

Just as he was complacent, Elder Song suddenly heard the roaring wind behind him.

It came suddenly, and with the power of ten thousand jun, the light coercion made people unable to move.The coercion is still filled with hot and scorching breath, and if it sticks to the back a little, it seems to burn off a layer of skin.

Old Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned his head in horror——

The torrent of magma condensed behind him, like a flame giant opening its ferocious mouth.

With a whimper, he swallowed him whole.

Elder Song: "???"

……

In the spiritual world, the little fireball was crying.

howling.

"I lost it, I was stolen by someone..."

It cried so sadly that Yu Xiaotan could only try his best to comfort it, while the little fireball cried for a while, then suddenly "owed", the flames scattered and spit out a small red bug.

The slender red worm should have been blood-red, but now its whole body was scorched, and it exuded a rotten smell.

Yu Xiaotan looked at the mushy mouthparts, frowned and carefully identified it for a moment, feeling that it looked like a scorched leech.

But the leech was not dead yet, although his body was baked limp, he still wriggled on the ground with difficulty, and when he saw Yu Xiaotan, he tried to jump on him, as if he wanted to suck his blood.

But before the scorched black leech wriggled to Yu Xiaotan's feet, it was stepped down by a small fireball that seemed to be real, kicked hard, and "slapped" into a long flat strip.

The little fireball cried while stepping on it: "Is it you, is it you?"

"You stole the spiritual power from the stove, don't think I didn't notice! Woohoo, how dare you steal the master's food, dead thief, trample you!"

Yu Xiaotan: "???"

Elder Song who was crushed: "..."