Chapter 45 Love Brain
Yang Rongrong picked it up and took a closer look at the down on its forehead.
The little yellow chicken struggled and said, "What are you doing?"
Yang Rongrong said seriously: "Let me take a closer look. Is your brain mutated?"
The little yellow chicken believed it and screamed in fright.
"No way? What have I mutated into?"
"He turned into a love brain!"
Little Yellow Chicken: "..."
It opened Yang Rongrong's hand angrily.
Yang Rongrong: "Instead of studying here whether someone really likes me, you might as well think about how to solve the problem of system failure. You can't even protect yourself, but you still have the time to fall in love. You are so considerate. big."
When talking about this matter, the little yellow chicken felt guilty.
it asked cautiously.
"What if, I mean if, if the fault is not repaired properly and you have to stay in this world forever, what would you do?"
Yang Rongrong gave it a murderous smile: "I will soak you in boiling water, pluck out the bird feathers on your body one by one, chop off your wings and claws one by one, and put them Dry your blood, peel off your skin, and finally put your meat into the oil pan and fry it slowly..."
The little yellow chicken covered his ears and shivered: "Stop talking!"
What a scary woman!
What's even more frightening is that Rokuro is actually drooling!
The little yellow chicken felt that something was wrong with the way it looked at him.
Rokuro licked his mouth: "It sounds delicious."
The little yellow chicken shouted in horror: "Don't come over!!"
It desperately hid in Yang Rongrong's arms.
Yang Rongrong picked it up with one hand and asked, "Hasn't the headquarters provided a solution yet?"
The little yellow chicken felt guilty again and stuttered: "Not yet."
Yang Rongrong immediately sent it to Liulang.
The little yellow chicken was so frightened that he fluttered hard and yelled: "No, no, no! I'm already urging you. The results will be available in three days at the latest, I swear!"
After three days, Yang Rongrong reluctantly accepted.
She put the little yellow chicken back on her shoulder, temporarily sparing its life.
Mukuro was very disappointed.
The delicious taste in my mouth is gone.
Entering the bedroom, the bed was still the same as when Yang Rongrong left in a hurry, and the bedding and pillows were all messy.
She walked straight to the table and sat down, opened the jade box, picked off a petal of quenched coriander and threw it into the cup, then picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup.
Thinking that she hadn't eaten yet today, she took out two more roast chickens from the Qiankun bag.
One for her and one for Mukuro.
The little yellow chicken watched her take a bite of chicken and take a bite of scented tea, eating with gusto, and couldn't help but remind her.
"Quenched genkwa is very expensive."
She is like a cow chewing peonies! Yang Rongrong waved the chicken leg: "My roast chicken is not cheap, it costs thirty cents each! And there is a limit every day, so I won't be able to buy it if I don't go there early!"
The little yellow chicken was speechless.
After finishing the roast chicken and drinking the scented tea, Yang Rongrong wiped her mouth, feeling very satisfied.
She climbed into bed, covered herself with quilt, and fell asleep soundly.
It was a deep sleep.
When she was in a daze, she was awakened by a knock on the door.
Yang Rongrong had no choice but to get up from the bed and casually pulled on some clothes and put them on her body.
Rokuro, who was sleeping next to the brazier, also stood up immediately.
Like a little tail, it followed Yang Rongrong step by step.
Yang Rongrong yawned as she walked to the door, reached out and opened the door, and saw that it was just getting light outside.
Shen Wenqian stood outside the door, his white clothes were as white as snow and his eyes were cold.
"It's time to practice swordplay." He went to the back mountain to practice swordplay at dawn every day. He had been doing this for many years, rain or shine.
With his natural sword body and years of hard training, he has become the number one swordsman in Jiuzhou Continent.
Yang Rongrong rubbed her eyes and said angrily.
"How can I still practice swordsmanship if I don't have any swords? Master, just go practice alone and don't worry about me."
Shen Wenqian frowned: "Where is your sword?"
He had wanted to ask about this for a long time.
Originally, he could still find her whereabouts through the Wuwu Sword, but since she left the Qingxia Secret Realm, he could no longer feel the presence of the Wuwu Sword.
When I saw her again in Jinqiu City, I didn't see her wearing a sword.
Yang Rongrong: "It was eaten by it."
After saying that, she glanced at Mukuro who was following her.
Rokuro immediately opened his mouth and spit out the Wuwu Sword with a splash.
The blade of the sword had been bitten off and broken into three parts, and the originally sharp blade had long lost its luster.
This sword is useless.
Shen Wenquan stared at Liulang with cold eyes.
As a sword cultivator, the last thing he sees is for his sword to be destroyed, not to mention that this Wuwu Sword was made by his own hands.
Not only was Mukuro not afraid, but he even bared his teeth at him.
Yang Rongrong knew that Shen Wenqu had inner demons, and she was afraid that Liulang would offend him. When the inner demons broke out, he would not recognize his relatives, which was no joke.
She put one hand on Mukuro's head, telling him to be more honest.
Shen Wenqu didn't say anything in the end, but bent down to pick up the broken Wuwu sword.
He put the broken sword into Qiankun's sleeve and said quietly: "You have a good rest."
After saying that, he turned around and left silently.
Yang Rongrong closed the door, climbed back on the bed and fell asleep.
When she woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
She felt much more energetic and her body became more energetic.
Thinking of the scented tea she drank last night, she immediately took out the mirror from her Qiankun bag.
She still has white hair in the mirror, but the wrinkles on her face have become much less numerous, and she looks about 50 years old at most.
Yang Rongrong smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that the leader did not deceive her. The tempered daikon fruit was really useful! She changed her clothes, opened the door and walked out in high spirits.
When passing by the guest room, she found that the room was empty and Shen Wenqu was nowhere to be seen.
Yang Rongrong guessed that he should have gone to the back mountain to practice swordsmanship.
There is a kitchen in the small bamboo building. Yang Rongrong took out the flour from the Qiankun bag, rolled up her sleeves, and transformed into a Haidilao waiter on the spot, performing a wonderful noodle tossing performance.
Xiaohuangji and Liulang, as the only two spectators, watched in shock.
I didn’t expect she had such a skill!
The noodles are taken out of the pot, topped with sesame oil and chopped green onion, and the aroma is fragrant.
Mukuro's saliva flowed out.
While they were eating, an unexpected guest suddenly arrived.
Yun Jie pushed open the courtyard door, and what he saw was an aunt and a child squatting at the door of the house, sucking noodles.
He couldn't help but froze, and after a while he called out in surprise.
"Senior Sister Sang Chun?"
Yang Rongrong raised her head from the noodle bowl. After seeing the person clearly, she quickly swallowed the noodles and grinned at him.
"Hey, you actually called me senior sister, this is so rare!"
When she smiled, she revealed the green onion stains on her teeth.
Yunjie immediately confirmed that the gray-haired aunt was Sang Chun!
Yesterday, he searched all day in Jinqiu City, but could not find any trace of Sang Chun. It was not until his mother came to Jinqiu City that he knew that Sang Chun had been brought back to Xianyun Sect by Master Shen.
So he immediately rushed back to the sect without stopping.
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