Feng Xuan wondered who else he could heal.
He, a little phoenix who couldn’t do anything in the Ninth Heaven, was forced to take care of people and heal people after descending to the mortal world to experience calamity, all because of Qi Zhuoyu, this masochistic pervert.
Unconsciously, even he himself didn’t notice.
He was already very familiar with Qi Zhuoyu’s body, and even the movements of healing were very skilled.
“Sort of.” Feng Xuan admitted defeat.
“Hmm.” Qi Zhuoyu responded.
The topic should end here.
After all, from the perspective of the current amnesiac Qi Zhuoyu, he and Feng Xuan were actually not familiar.
At most, it’s just a relationship between a patient and a lifesaver.
But inexplicably, he spoke again, “Is it because you often heal those two fish that you are so skilled?”
For a moment, Feng Xuan didn’t react, what was the “those two fish” in Qi Zhuoyu’s mouth?
It took several seconds for him to realize that it was the thing he had casually made up when he picked up the big devil earlier.
…He really believes that he is a fish breeder.
Did the big devil’s amnesia also affect his IQ a bit?
But, if you have to say.
His skilled healing spell was really practiced by treating Qi Zhuoyu.
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “If you put it that way, it’s not wrong.”
Upon hearing this, Qi Zhuoyu closed his eyes and stopped talking.
He felt a sudden wave of irritation in his heart, accompanied by a bit of a headache.
This inexplicable irritation reached its peak when he saw the little fish demon take out a set of clothes that obviously weren’t his, but belonged to a man, from his exquisite purse that was clearly given by a man.
To the point of wanting to kill.
But at the same time, he found it strange. Why would he, a good immortal gentleman, have the urge to kill when he was irritated?
Qi Zhuoyu asked with a cold face, “What is this?”
Feng Xuan: “?”
Feng Xuan asked in confusion, “Clothes for you to wear?”
After the big devil lost his memory, did his IQ drop in addition to his eyesight?
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice became colder, “Why would there be men’s clothes in your purse?”
And it’s obvious that these clothes were not what the little fish demon usually wore.
Feng Xuan was even more baffled.
Dao friend, isn’t this the clothes you insisted on stuffing into my little purse?
Saying that your own storage space is not enough to put clothes in.
He found it strange at that time, the big devil’s storage ring space was so big, how could it not even fit one or two pieces of clothing?
But he often couldn’t understand the big devil’s confusing behavior.
Like he always puts some of his personal items on him.
Like some kind of wild beast marking its territory.
It made him speechless.
Seeing that he didn’t speak, Qi Zhuoyu further confirmed his guess.
He asked with a stern face, “Is it also those two fish?”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Feng Xuan didn’t want to speak.
Qi Zhuoyu was seriously injured, and his outer clothes had become a crumpled blood-stained cloth when Feng Xuan was messing around.
For a while, he couldn’t find suitable clothes for him, and his upper body was wrapped in bandages, and there was nothing else.
The weather in this illusion was sometimes cloudy and cold.
He wasn’t afraid of getting cold with his bare arms.
“You don’t care whose clothes these are, as long as you can wear them, right?”
“This gentleman never wears other people’s clothes.”
Qi Zhuoyu was very rebellious.
…And he was so angry that he even referred to himself.
There was one thing that his colleagues in the Sanqing Realm said that was not wrong.
None of these little demons in the mortal world know what shame was.
Picking him up was not enough, there were two more raised by his side.
Even shamelessly placing a man’s clothes close to his body.
Truly a debauchery!
****
After Feng Xuan had bandaged Qi Zhuoyu’s wounds, he keenly felt that the big devil’s mood was not very good.
He didn’t mind, even if he had become an immortal gentleman in the Sanqing Realm, Qi Zhuoyu was still that capricious and unpredictable big devil in essence.
By evening, Feng Xuan finally felt very hungry.
Perhaps because of the heavy consumption of spiritual power, the feeling of hunger was stronger than usual.
He looked at his little purse.
The snacks and fruits that were usually put in it were all eaten up, and there was nothing left in the empty space.
His stomach “gurgled” for a round.
Out of helplessness, Feng Xuan had to walk to the bedside and poke Qi Zhuoyu’s chest.
The big devil really refused to wear “someone else’s” clothes.
He stubbornly used a small water spell to wash his original clothes clean and put them back on.
I don’t know where he got this obsession with cleanliness.
He was so badly injured that he wouldn’t compromise. How come he didn’t seem to mind touching other people’s things when he was eating his leftovers?
“Immortal Gentleman, are you going to have dinner now?”
Feng Xuan changed his address to him to Immortal Gentleman.
After all, Qi Zhuoyu had just called himself “this gentleman”, so he couldn’t call him Fan Cheyu anymore.
But now that I think about it, Qi Zhuoyu, this scheming man, really lied to him about his amnesia by the lake.
Saying that he didn’t know who he was.
Isn’t this knowing that he is an immortal gentleman of the Sanqing Realm?
But the only thing Qi Zhuoyu didn’t know was that the identity of the immortal gentleman in the Sanqing Realm was actually fake.
In this round, Feng Xuan felt that he was at the top.
Qi Zhuoyu opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
He seemed to be not as angry as before, glanced at him sideways, and calmly ordered, “Bring it up.”
After saying that, the air was quiet.
One second, two seconds, ten seconds later.
Feng Xuan still had no movement, still staring at him.
Qi Zhuoyu looked at the little fish demon, and for some reason, he had a bad premonition.
This premonition even gave him a very familiar feeling.
“Why don’t you serve the meal?” Qi Zhuoyu asked with a frown.
The air continued to be quiet.
Qi Zhuoyu realized something, “…You didn’t make dinner?”
Feng Xuan nodded cutely, “Right, right.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
Qi Zhuoyu showed a strange and puzzled expression, “Then why did you call me to eat?”
He paused, as if somewhat incredulous, “Do you want me to cook for you?”
Feng Xuan hesitated for a moment and said, “Immortal Gentleman, you misunderstood.”
He spoke slowly, his voice sweet, “I originally wanted to cook you a bowl of fish soup.”
After thinking about it, Feng Xuan honestly confessed, “But there is no fish.”
He felt that the big devil seemed to be on the verge of rage, and quickly added with a strong desire to survive, “As long as there is fish, I can make fish soup!”
……..
……..
So the next second, Qi Zhuoyu followed him to the small pond.
In the next second, Qi Zhuoyu gathered spiritual power in his hands, waved his hand, and the water in the pond splashed several meters high.
Several fat crucian carp immediately fell on the shore and flopped.
Qi Zhuoyu crossed his arms, enduring impatience, “Now there are fish, okay?”
Feng Xuan quickly nodded, holding a few crucian carp and returned to the small kitchen.
Then he took out the cooking manual he bought last time from his small purse.
Reading line by line, “The book says, first pour hot oil into the pot, let me see…”
Seeing him dawdling, Qi Zhuoyu directly picked up the oil and poured it into the pot, “Okay.”
Feng Xuan continued to hold the manual and read, “Then fry the crucian carp until both sides are golden.”
Qi Zhuoyu did the same, “What’s next?”
Feng Xuan stood on tiptoe to look at the crucian carp in the pot, nodded, “Then add some green onion segments, some cooking wine, boil it and then simmer it on low heat…”
After Qi Zhuoyu completed the steps, he squatted down and looked at the firewood in the stove.
When his gaze fell on his hand holding the firewood, he paused for a moment.
His brow twitched, he closed his eyes, took a shallow breath, and scolded, “Little fish demon! Is it you who is making dinner for this gentleman, or is this gentleman making dinner for you?!”
What made him even more puzzled was.
How did he start serving a little demon who he had only met for less than a day so skillfully and outrageously?
His colleagues in the Sanqing Realm were not deceiving him.
The little demons in the lower realms were indeed good at bewitching people’s hearts.
