Chapter Eighteen Soup (2/2)

“Damned renyao!” Zuo Mo’s furious shout echoed in empty yard.

At this time, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

Zuo Mo was curious inside. Who could it be? Usually, no one would run to his place here. Running over and opening the door, Xiao Guo pitifully stood outside.

She was holding a clay pot in her hands. Seeing Zuo Mo, her body instantly shrunk back, and timidly greeted: “Shixiong.”

“What’s the problem now?” Zuo Mo rarely had a good mood for this little bit of trouble. For some reason, whenever he saw the timidity on Xiao Guo’s face, he could never control his tone of voice.

“No no!” Xiao Guo shook her head like a rattle-drum, hurriedly explaning: “Xiao Guo has come to give something to Shixiong. Last time when Shixiong helped Xiao Guo, Xiao Guo hadn’t thanked Shixiong.”

As she spoke, her little mouth twisted, and the mist in her eyes rose, with tears in her voice, she muttered: “Xiao Guo doesn’t have jingshi……”

Seeing the direction wasn’t right, Zuo Mo hurriedly shouted: “Stop!”

Xiao Guo was frightened to shrink back even more, but her crying instantly disappeared.

She carefully put the clay pot in front of Zuo Mo and like a rabbit, she jumped back. She timidly looked at Zuo Mo and gathered her courage to say: “This is some soup Xiao Guo made, Shixiong……Shixiong, just take a sip, you just have to take one sit……”

Before she could finish speaking, she descended into incoherency, her face so red due to anxiety it almost bled. She couldn’t control it and covered her face as she turned and ran.

After running a few dozen steps, she suddenly stopped. Hesitating, she turned and yelled: “Shixiong, if it really doesn’t taste good, you ……you should throw it out……”

Zuo Mo watched as Xiao Guo disappeared and then at the clay pot in front of his feet. He bent down and lifted it.

The soup was still warm.

Raising the clay pot, he took a mouthful. The soup was thick and fragrant.

“The taste isn’t bad.” Zuo Mo said to himself. He drained it to the bottom and turned, holding the empty pot, to go back to his room.

Pu Yao suddenly emerged, the crimson snake-like tongue unable to resist licking the lips, his two eyes gazing in the direction Xiao Guo disappeared in: “Such a tender little girl.”

Zuo Mo stared in shock at him.

Pu Yao turned around his peerlessly handsome face. At this time, he seemed like a gluttonous cat, the light flashing in his deep red eye: “Such good lucky, this little girl’s meat definitely would be very tender and delicious.”

Zuo Mo suddenly erupted, raising his hand to viciously throw the empty pot in his right hand at Pu Yao.

Bang, the pot cracked, the pieces scattering.

“Get lost!”

The Thousand Wings Ship stopped in midair.

Li Xian Er looked at the green moon star outside the window, her fine brows furrowed: “It’s seems that the little yao ran away. Uncle Chi Ye, has there been a reply from the sect?”

Chi Ye zhenren shook his head: “Miss, there are thousands of yaomo suppressed under the Yao Smelting Tower. And it was a long time ago, there’s nothing to research. Most of them came from the great battle three thousand years ago, captured by our sect’s supreme power. Most of these yaomo are ones of great power, difficult to kill so they were suppressed under the Yao Smelting Power, to be slowly destroyed. I’ve never though that these yaomo were this tenacious. After three thousand years, yet there were still survivors!”

Li Xian Er revealed a reminiscing expression: “Three thousand years ago, our sect was so strong!”

Chi Ye zhenren sighed as well: “Not just our sect. Three thousand years ago, each sect in in the cultivation world were far more powerful than now. The ten thousand strong alliance of the yaomo were completely eradicated by the elders. And it was that battle that the xiuzhe established today’s status.”

And then he gave an expression full of pity: “However, even though the yaomo were almost completely captured, but the xiuzhe were also greatly wounded. Only one in ten of the great powers remained. Many sects fell in that great war, countless scriptures were lost. Three thousand years, and the xiuzhe still cannot recover to the prosperity of the past. However, compared to us, the blow the yaomo suffered were even greater. These years, have you seen them ever break through the Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie?”

Li Xian Er listened, entranced. Even though it was history she already knew but hearing it each time, it still captured her mind.

“Grandpa is calling me back.” She pouted her little mouth, face full of unwillingness: “It was so hard getting a chance to come out, and this was so short and he’s urging me back. We didn’t even catch the little yao yet. If we return, it should wait after I catch the little yao.”

Chi Ye zhenren looked at the innocence on her face and a hint of indulgence flashed across his face, but he still urged: “Miss, the sect leader urging Miss to go back, it’s probably due to another matter.”

“What matter could there be?” She lightly snorted: “Probably just another genius of some sect that has come. Grandpa is really obsessed with those sword xiu lately. I really hate the sword xiu, each of them arrogant and disrespectful.”

Chi Ye zhenren smiled, replying: “These days, didn’t Miss play very happily with a sword xiu?”

“You mean that funny idiot, who said he’s a sword xiu?” Li Xian Er refuted.

“Tian Yue Jie is the territory of sword xiu. Here, out of ten people, nine are sword xiu.”

“Maybe he’s just that one.” Li Xian Er objected. She suddenly revealed a distressed expression: “Returning, I won’t have a way to use the little thousand cranes. It was so hard to find an interesting person, but I can’t play anymore.”

Seeing the vexation on her face, Chi Ye zhenren couldn’t bear it: “If Miss likes it, why don’t I make a transportation formation at Tian Yue Jie and get a disciple to guard it. Miss’ Thousand Guide Crane can come through the transportation formation. Once it gets over, the thousand guide crane can automatically find him.”

Li Xian Er was happy: “Uncle Chi Ye is the best! Haha, he probably still assumes that Xian Er’s paper crane is the normal little thousand cranes.”

Chi Ye zhenren’s heart was comforted, and he smiled, complimenting: “The thousand guide crane that Miss invented, even the elders in the sect praise it.”

Li Xian Er proudly pouted: “Of course!”