Miss Cousin is Always Busy

Chapter 61: Demolition CP to save the world

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Hangzhou is very beautiful, and the food is very delicate. The appetite of Junzishu here is actually more spicy, but the food here is relatively light, fortunately the taste is very good.

The martial arts conference is about to be held, and it is much more lively here than for Weishui, but there is at least half a month before the martial arts conference is held.

They came early, so they did not choose to live in an inn, but rented a small courtyard.

This kind of autonomy is relatively strong, and is not afraid of being stared at by someone.

There was also a small kitchen in the small yard, and Wei Zinan was the first to cook.

Wei Zinan was expecting the two girls to go to the kitchen. After all, Jun Zi was far away from the kitchen, but neither Jun Zishu nor Shen Zheyan could cook.

I won’t say anything about Gentleman's Book. I didn’t know how to cook since I was a child. It's impossible to ask a ten-finger to not touch Yang Chunshui and let her cook.

At first, she went in and eagerly tried it, but the things she made were very tragic. She didn't dare to let people eat it, let alone eat it.

Shen Zheyan was actually able to cook before. After the village was gone, when she went to live in another place, she made food and eat, but after joining the teacher, she didn’t need to do those chores. Although the school is small, there are still people who specialize in cooking, so Shen Zheyan hasn't done it for seven or eight years, and has long forgotten how to cook.

Faced with this situation, Wei Zinan really had no choice, and decided to go into the kitchen to try.

The food Wei Zinan made was only edible, not very tasty, and Jun Zishu couldn't be picky, after all, she couldn't make it herself.

After eating Wei Zinan's food for two days in a row, everyone couldn't stand it anymore.

Not only Junzishu can't stand it, but Wei Zinan can't stand it either.

He can strictly control the heat of the decoction, but he really can't control the heat of those dishes.

"Why don't we go out to eat, or invite someone back to cook."

The local tyrant who has never been short of money after joining the Demon Sect made this proposal.

"I think it can."

Wei Zinan, an outstanding disciple of Yaogu who was also very rich and hadn't suffered much, nodded.

"It seems that this is all you can do."

Shen Zheyan nodded and nodded in agreement.

Jun Zishu touched her stomach and her mouth squashed. She missed the Demon Cult more at this time. After all, the food there was really good, and she was served very comfortably.

Shen Zheyan saw the gentleman book in his eyes, and moved his fingers on his side.

After eating outside meals for several days, Jun Zishu got up one day and even smelled the scent of food in the yard.

Although there are not many rooms in the small courtyard, there are still three of them. After the Junzishu washed himself, he stretched his waist in front of his room, moved his nose, sniffed the smell in the air, and walked towards the kitchen.

At this time, Wei Zinan almost got up, also smelling the scent.

"Sister? How are you cooking?"

Jun Zishu raised his eyebrows and smelled the porridge and pancakes.

"I got up early today and went outside to buy some materials."

Shen Zheyan brought out a bowl of porridge and a plate of pancakes, and placed them on the stone table outside. The bowl of porridge was obviously for Junzishu. The color of the pancakes looked yellow, which made people look at them. Have an appetite.

"Sister, how can you make this pancake?"

This pancake is something that Jun Zishu has eaten for several days in a row, and it is sold at a stall not far away.

"If you watch too much, you will learn."

The pancakes at that stall are all freshly fried, so Shen Zheyan can see how to do it every time, and with the ingredients, she can almost figure out what's in it at a glance.

"I'll try it."

Jun Zishu sat down, took the chopsticks that Shen Zheyan handed her, couldn't wait to take a bite of the cake and tasted it, then gave Shen Zheyan a thumbs up.

"Brother Zinan, there is still porridge in the kitchen, you can serve it yourself."

"OK."

Wei Zinan walked quickly to the kitchen and took a bowl of porridge.

"Sister, did you learn this specifically for me?"

"It's not good to go out to eat every day, anyway, I still remember some things, and it's still appropriate to pick them up now. Taste the porridge and see if it tastes good."

Jun Zi Shu nodded and blew on the porridge. The porridge was filled with diced meat and mushrooms. It seemed that there was something else and it smelled very fragrant.

"It's delicious, sister, try it."

Jun Zishu did not shy away from the chopsticks he had just used, picked up a piece of cake and sent it to Shen Zheyan. Shen Zheyan lowered his head and took a bite of the cake.

"You hurry up and grab a bowl to eat together."

The gentleman book moved the chopsticks back naturally, and ate the remaining cakes by himself.

Shen Zheyan's ears were reddened by Jun Zishu's action, and Wei Zinan just caught this scene in his eyes, and his heart was complicated.

He really felt that his sweetheart seemed to be walking further and further down that path.

When the two of Ji Liji had a meal, Wei Zinan was in such a weird atmosphere, with tears in his heart, and finished the breakfast.

Half a month later, the martial arts conference was officially held.

For this grand event in the arena, it can not be said that it is not solemn, and the momentum is huge. About half of the people in the arena are here.

Some came from one school, and some came single-handedly.

"Sister, do you want to participate?"

"Participate, after all, this is a good opportunity to become famous."

Shen Zheyan would naturally participate, just to promote her reputation as the Celestial Spirit School.

"I will also participate, just as it is to join in the fun, people from my sect should come in the next few days, won't you participate?"

Wei Zinan looked at Junzishu, who shook his head.

"I only have light work to do, so I'm going to be in the ring. Let me give you drugs, and poison or something, I can't play with you either."

Jun Zishu said very modestly that of course she could not reveal her identity at this time. Besides, if she really made a move, she would definitely be famous. She was afraid that she would reveal any flaws. After all, there were so many people present. She can't guarantee that no one has ever fought against the demon saint, or has seen the moves of the demon saint.

After all, the martial arts routines of the saints are all in the same line, and if they are people who have met, they will definitely be able to recognize them.

If the demon saints participated in the righteous martial arts conference in a fair manner, wouldn't the righteous heroes be bombed one by one.

This is a plot point, but not a critical point.

The general idea is that Shen Zheyan passed this test and successfully expanded his reputation in the arena.

They are not just walking and playing, Shen Zheyan has not neglected the practice of her own moves and the practice of internal strength.

In the first two days, there were some small shrimps, nothing to look at.

There was a big melee in the middle, you beat me, I beat you, the scene was not ugly, it was quite exciting.

Jun Zi Shu met some famous knights and powerful people in the rivers and lakes. One day, he saw someone who was even worse than Shen Zheyan.

What Shen Zheyan was more dragged about was that he had to draw a sword before the last force, and would never draw a sword.

She defeated others without even showing her weapons, and she was very arrogant and powerful in the eyes of others.

But this one's drag is even more special.

Of course it doesn't mean that he is very good, which is good, but the level of funnyness is still quite strong.

There are a lot of strange weapons on his body, and the momentum is very full, and the pretense is in place.

Jun Zishu watched one of his weapons fly out of the ring, pointing straight in one direction.

"Be careful!"

There was a person sitting where the weapon was thrown, and Jun Zishu reacted very quickly, two or three points on his toes, pinched the throwing knife, and landed in front of that person.

This almost innocent recruit was a girl, a very gentle-looking girl, sitting in a wheelchair with a good posture.

"Girl, are you okay?"

Jun Zishu threw the weapon back onto the stage from this angle, looking at the girl behind him.

"Thank you girl for helping me. It's fine."

"Isn't that Girl Yunsheng?"

Someone saw it from below, and immediately said loudly, many people looked over and nodded again and again.

"You seem to be famous."

Gentleman's book has always been to get acquainted with the mission objectives and the people related to the mission objectives.

Yun Sheng smiled, did not speak, but the golden thread in his hand flew out and wrapped around the wrist of a gentleman's book.

"what do you mean?"

Jun Zi Shu shook his hand, but found that he couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the golden thread.

"Are you... Demon Cultist?"

Yun Sheng said hesitantly, but his expression was very calm.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jun Zi Shu made a confused and angry expression, and stretched out his hand to pull the gold thread on his wrist, unable to pull it apart.

Yun Sheng just looked at the gentleman book quietly, without speaking.

"I saved you, how did you return me?"

"excuse me."

As soon as Yun Sheng raised his hand, Jin Si hooked the gentleman's book and pulled it in front of Yun Sheng.

The gold thread was taken back, and there were a few subtle, almost invisible red marks on Jun Zishu's wrist.

"It's very rude indeed."

Jun Zishu rubbed his wrist, but he was thinking about who this person is, and he could see her identity at a glance.

"If I didn't guess wrong, you are the new demon saint, right?"

Yun Sheng said this sentence very clearly, with neither fear nor curiosity on his face, as if he was simply stating a fact, without the pride of piercing his identity, nor the kind of knowing. It is the hatred of the Demon Cult.

Suddenly fall

Jun Zi Shu squinted his eyes and leaned in front of Yun Sheng without a smile. The distance between the two was very close. There was a sense of intimidation on Jun Zi Shu's body, but Yun Sheng was still very calm, still calm and calm. The gentleman book looks at each other.

Only after Shen Zheyan kicked the man on the stage, he looked up and saw Jun Zishu and a woman very close, and from her angle, the two seemed to be kissing.