"Go, go pick firewood." Gu Fenghua didn't do anything, but just sullenly, and pointed at a few dead trees not far away.
Ning Yu'er seemed to be pardoned, she held her robe in one hand, and jumped out like a frightened little rabbit.
Behind him, Gu Fenghua showed a playful smile.
Ning Yu'er was right, she really didn't know how to read minds, and she didn't know what he was muttering in his heart. But he still underestimated Gu Fenghua's divine sense, even if he is also the fifth grade of Huasheng, even if he is the most valued descendant of Xiaoyao Tianwang, Gu Fenghua's divine sense is not comparable to him at all.
So he didn't know that his small movements of pressing the hilt of the sword quietly could not hide it from her at all, even before he pressed the hilt of the sword, she was already alert when the killing intent arose.
It seems that this guy has a good nature and knows the seriousness. Of course, it may not be a good nature, but a good training. Looking at Ning Yu'er's panic-stricken back, Gu Fenghua secretly thought, and boasted a word by the way.
Soon, she looked back and looked towards the dark rolling mountains in the distance.
Along the way, she always had a feeling of uneasiness, as if someone was quietly spying on them in the dark, like a poisonous snake hidden in the grass.
At first, she thought that this uneasy premonition came from Ning Yu'er, but soon realized that she was wrong. That person's murderous intent was hidden deeper than that of Ning Yu'er, but it was also stronger.
If it wasn't Ning Yu'er, then who could it be?
Soon, Ning Yu'er picked up a large bundle of dry firewood, folded it into small pieces skillfully, and lit a fire.
These days, these miscellaneous jobs are all entrusted to him. As time goes by, he will naturally become more and more proficient.
However, although doing rough and clumsy work as a servant is simply a great humiliation to his status as the heir of the king of heaven, Ning Yu'er himself never tires of it.
The reason is very simple, not long after doing these menial and clumsy jobs, he can eat the most delicious food in the world.
Just like Wuji Shengtian, the people of Wushangtian pay too much attention to cultivation, so they can't wait to eat Dao Dan as a meal. Ning Yu'er, as the descendant of the heavenly king, is of course no exception.
Having lived to such an age, he has never even eaten a decent meal a few times, and how could he have tasted such delicious food - I remember when Gu Fenghua tore off a chicken leg for him for the first time, he still maintained the reserve of the heir to the king, Originally, he wanted to put on a disdainful look, but he was afraid of being beaten, so he put on a stiff face, took the chicken leg expressionlessly and took a bite.
Then, he couldn't control it, not only chewed the chicken leg, but even the chicken bone into pieces and swallowed it into his stomach, and in the end he gritted his teeth dryly, and accidentally bit his own tongue. The fishy smell of blood, coupled with the lingering aroma of chicken legs in his mouth, became more delicious than ever.
After that, he was completely stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself. Whenever he stopped to rest, what he looked forward to most was Gu Fenghua's order to collect firewood - according to Gu Fenghua, only the meat roasted in this way has the most delicious original taste.
Ning Yu'er didn't believe it at first, but after she had the courage to ask Gu Fenghua for a pheasant and tried roasting it once with a pill fire, she no longer believed it.
Therefore, every time he picks firewood, it becomes one of the happiest moments in his life. The happier thing than this is of course eating meat, not his own tongue, but the barbecue cooked by Gu Fenghua himself. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com