After Setting up Her Own Stall, the Bigshot in Mystic Arts Went Viral

Zuo Chen didn't know where he was standing.

When he saw the surrounding environment clearly, he found that he seemed to have come to the end of thousands of years ago.

Desolate, ruined, dark, decayed.

He saw a person not far away.

The man was dressed in rags, and he wandered in No Man's Road like a walking corpse, decadent.

Desperate thoughts seemed to be enough to suffocate the chains of his soul, entwining him tightly.

The man was devastated.

It was as if there was a rope called misfortune hanging around his neck, making him reach the point of no return.

Perhaps, only death can be freed.

Zuo Chen didn't think it was a dream, he stepped forward vigilantly, just about to stop that person.

The other party turned around sharply.

A different face, but a familiar feeling.

As if he and his soul belonged to the same person.

Open your eyes again.

Zuo Chen noticed that the surroundings had changed.

The end of the world is over, and mankind ushered in a new life.

But that person was still alone.

He didn't embrace the new life, but just curled up in a corner of the world, like a lonely and helpless fish that was slammed on the reef by the stormy waves.

Only stubbornly accomplishing the impossible, just like how to bring back a dead person...

When Zuo Chen woke up, he seemed to have spent countless centuries in his dream.

Those memories were not his.

But it seems to be his.

Zuo Chen wanted to chase Qu Jian'er's figure, but he didn't see him beside the bed.

He got up and passed two cats, one black and one white.

Downstairs, I saw Qu Jian'er chasing someone.

Rosen ran away with his head in his arms, shouting as he ran, "Don't slap, don't slap your face—ah!"

Qu Jian'er hadn't used a frying pan for a long time, and she was still a little rusty for a while, so she shook her hand that was sore from being hit by someone.

Zuo Chen fell into a coma for no reason.

A certain bat still wants to steal it.

Qu Jian'er, who was protecting the food, absolutely couldn't bear it.

Zuo Chen saw through Qu Jian'er's thoughts strangely, he smiled secretly, and touched Yu Jie's heart.

Although he didn't know the origin of the coma and the dream, he could somehow think of his past and present lives.

he thinks.

That person can retire.

He was even naive once in a while: the seat of people around Qu Jian'er in the future can only be his.

this moment.

He found that his mind had changed again.

He became more possessive towards Qu Jian'er.

The thought that it's up to you, that you have to die, filled his mind.

He thinks he understands what it means to like.

Just like: He likes Qu Jian'er.

At this time.

Qu Jian'er noticed Zuo Chen's figure.

She ran over in a hurry.

Qu Jian'er asked, "Are you okay?"

Zuo Chen nodded lightly: "It's okay."

His voice is very nice.

The pitch is also lowered.

Like a feather, gently scratching the base of Qu Jian'er's ear made her heart beat half a beat slower for no reason.

Qu Jian'er secretly sighed in her heart.

She thought she was completely lost.

Otherwise, how could he cook for the other party himself. Even under the reminder of the extremely machine butler, the millet porridge was still boiled, but her intentions were absolutely not muddled.

Otherwise, how could Zuo Chen's heart beat up and down just because of Zuo Chen's words.

Sudden.

The kitchen sounded the warning.

Gray smoke ensues.

Zuo Chen reminded: "What are you cooking in the kitchen?"

Qu Jian'er blinked: "It's broken, my old hen soup with wolfberry and red dates!"

She threw the pan and headed for the kitchen.

It's a pity that the soup base still couldn't be saved.

Zuo Chen looked at the two bowls of soup boiled dry on the table.

Qu Jian'er put the porridge into her arms, and the more she talked, the less confident she became: "I threw away the mushy millet porridge, and I mixed the rest with boiling water, and I can vaguely tell it's porridge..."

Heartbroken, she added two spoonfuls of sugar, and was about to make this bowl of porridge and another bowl of chicken soup by herself.

Zuo Chen stretched out his hand: "Didn't you cook it for me?"

Qu Jian'er shook her head, "Forget it, you've never had such a bad drink..."

Zuo Chen drank it all in one gulp: "It's not bad, it's a bit sweet."

He sincerely appreciates it.

Finally, bring your own opinions.

Qu Jian'er was puzzled: "I added sugar."

Zuo Chen took the opportunity to say something, and his thoughts disappeared immediately, so he could only focus on another bowl of chicken soup.

Qu Jian'er introduced the selection process of the old hen: "I specially asked Uncle Fu to choose the old hen, which is very nourishing."

Zuo Chen pinched the spoon: "Why should I mend?"

Qu Jian'er touched her chin.

Her thoughts at the time were very simple, it was nothing more than Zuo Chen was bedridden, and according to habitual statistics, he needed a lot of supplements, so she immediately searched for some soups to stew when taking care of others.

Old hen soup comes first.

But somehow.

Facing Zuo Chen's question.

Qu Jian'er was a little afraid to tell the truth.

She deleted the search records on her phone, trying to clear the title on it: "Confinement Meal Recipes".

Zuo Chen quickly grabbed the phone.

See the bold heading above.

Zuo Chen upholds the principle that seeing is not seeing.

He automatically blocked the scene just now, picked up the soup, and finished it slowly.

have to say.

Zuo Chen's gestures are graceful and luxurious, without anger and majestic. If he smells it carefully, he can smell the cool cedar smell lingering all over his body.

The seemingly thin muscles on the arms contain endless energy, when facing an enemy that cannot be resisted.

Still not in the slightest panic.

Qu Jian'er hesitated: "It's really so delicious~"

Before her eyes glanced from Zuo Chen's arm to his collarbone, she stopped the car in time.

Seeing people finish drinking the chicken soup without haste.

Qu Jian'er gained some confidence.

Suspiciously, he scooped up a spoonful for himself, and then successfully spat it out.

Zuo Chen was not as fast as Qu Jian'er wanted to taste his own handicraft, and looked at the other party in agony.

Pass water on the side.

He chuckled and shook his head.

The atmosphere of the two made a certain bat feel depressed.

Rosen: "..." Oh, my God, I'm a bit redundant here.

He is like a dog walking by the side of the road.

He was pulled in for no reason, and forcefully stuffed with dog food that could choke to death.

The rightful owner of the dog food has no self-knowledge.

She was sticking out the bitter tongue.

Secretly thinking that they are all one-to-one condiments, how could she make them so bad?

Qu Jian'er wiped off his sweat: "You can drink such a bad drink, you must be true love for me."

She regretted it after she finished speaking. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

But the words spoken are like splashed water, which can't be taken back, so I can only bite the bullet and avoid it.

Lest the other party get angry because of her lack of boundaries.

Hearing this, Zuo Chen was taken aback on the spot, because of the rare nervousness, his palms were slightly sweating.

He thought Qu Jian'er was enlightened.

Seeing that the other party finished speaking, he turned around indifferently.

I was a little depressed: When will you be able to open up and understand this feeling.

Qu Jian'er turned around.

I found that I was a little deceiving.

She hurriedly used her mind reading technique, and happened to hear the last sentence of the other party's endless words.

What does it mean to understand this feeling?

Qu Jian'er froze in place.

She continued to listen, trying to hear the voice behind the other party before the mind reading technique failed.

Zuo Chen caressed the teacup that Qu Jian'er had drunk: If I could make you understand, I would...

"Cat-ah!"

Luo Sen's scream interrupted Zuo Chen's heart.

Qu Jian'er suddenly wanted to sharpen the knife and kill the bat.

Perhaps it was because Qu Jian'er's gaze was too terrifying, Rosen sensed something scarier than cats.

He shrank himself into a corner.

Zuo Chen thought to himself: Why is this thing still there?

Qu Jian'er didn't want the blood clan, who was full of evil spirits, to act as one of the four elephants.

It's time to get rid of this bat.

But the other party refused to leave.

Say what to stand by the side of the Lord of Evil.

Funny, who is evil? She! ?

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