Feng Jiujiu's words, deeds, and actions gave Qin Dong a feeling of a terrorist and a little devil, and she felt that she would definitely become a great devil after she was reborn perfectly.

Qin Dong touched the tip of his chest and was still immersed in the afterglow brought by the dream.

Events formed in dreams often come from people's existing cognition and memory.

The "memory" mentioned here does not mean that it must be a real event that you have experienced, but a result of the brain recombining vision, hearing, smell, taste, emotion, etc.

It seems that if I have such a dream, I was consciously or unintentionally conscious of Feng Jiujiu's danger, and then I woke myself up in my dream.

But if Feng Jiujiu is the great devil who destroys the ancient practice place, why would she deceive herself?

It felt that there was no need for her to lie to Qin Dong, and Qin Dong suspected that her memory was confused.

Perhaps her divine power came to the world, although she destroyed the place of cultivation, but the place of cultivation was actually not completely powerless to fight back, and she fought with her.

After this battle, her mind broke down and she absorbed many memories that did not belong to her, for example, she absorbed the memories of His Majesty Emperor of the Demon Court.

Because His Majesty Emperor of the Demon Court may be the main force of that war, he devoted all the power of the Demon Court to rebirth from Feng Jiujiu, but used magic similar to sealing and transforming memory to turn Feng Jiujiu into what she is now in order to eliminate her threat to the world.

Sitting on the bed and thinking about it all, Qin Dong got up vigilantly. He must not dispel his suspicion of Feng Jiujiu just because it was a dream.

At this time, a scent of fragrance came, Qin Dong sniffed, walked out smelling the fragrance.

I saw a liquefied gas stove on the dining table, which was Feng Jiujiu's new liquefied gas stove, with a pot of porridge burning on it.

Qin Dong was worried that she would waste ingredients, so he hurried over and found that this was a pot of mushroom chicken porridge, chopped mushrooms, and used the meat pieces from the back of the chicken breast ribs and other parts of the chicken.

Feng Jiujiu was in the kitchen. She climbed onto the kitchen counter and squatted to cook. It was just out of the pot. It was a spicy chicken nugget.

"I hope you don't feel inferior." Feng Jiu sneered, "This is my second time cooking, and my cooking skills are close to the best in the world."

Qin Dong didn't care about her self-proclaiming, she did it all, and Qin Dong took the dishes and prepared it to eat it, no matter how hard it was to waste it.

"I didn't say that I was the world's number one, not because I don't have the world's number one cooking skills, but a virtue of self-modestness." Feng Jiujiu looked at Qin Dong and tasted the porridge and vegetables. If he dared to say that it was not delicious, he could cut his throat, blood, pluck his hair, peel, peel meat, and bones later to make twelve dishes.

Qin Dong tasted the porridge first. She marinated the chicken last night. The porridge had a bit of saltiness. With mushrooms and chicken, it would be fragrant without the need for superb skills.

Spicy chicken nuggets, the marinated chicken is compact, and stir-fried with dried chili, garlic, etc., fresh, fragrant, salty and spicy, unexpectedly tastes good. With a bowl of salty porridge, this breakfast has become one of Qin Dong's rare luxurious breakfasts in recent years.

I have to admit that Feng Jiujiu's cooking skills have indeed improved rapidly... It is still a thousand miles away from the world's number one, but it is already the same level as Qin Dong.

Qin Dong was a little depressed. It was only the second time she did after she had made it for so many years. While depressed, she was alert to Feng Jiujiu while drinking porridge and eating vegetables.

Seeing that he was eating very deliciously, Feng Jiujiu couldn't help but feel some sense of accomplishment, as if he was watching the hungry little boy finally arching into the mother's arms, starting to close his eyes, holding his whole body to feed his breasts.

So Feng Jiujiu raised his hand and touched his head, and then suddenly got pricked by the softness of his hair. Feng Jiujiu couldn't help but feel angry. Although this sense of accomplishment was very weak, he shouldn't have such a feeling at all!

The most important thing is that he was eating, standing next to him, as if serving him to eat.

Feng Jiujiu sat down angrily. This was the last meal he had eaten for him in the kitchen. If he cooked himself, he could only watch from the side!

At this time, Qin Dong also came to his senses, looked at Feng Jiujiu and glared at him, and hurriedly brought the bowls and chopsticks to fill Feng Jiujiu with porridge.

Feng Jiujiu snorted. She knew very well that although this hatchling person was a little afraid of her, he did not feel awe from the bottom of his heart. Many times he only treated her as an ordinary contact object.

This is also a time when there is no way. Just like a beast evolved into a demon spirit clan and activated its spiritual intelligence, it also took a long time to do so.

Qin Dong was drinking porridge and eating vegetables while watching Feng Jiujiu.

It seemed that for the convenience of cooking, she wore a short-sleeved and short skirt, which was not so arrogant, but still exuded the elegance and nobility of a beautiful girl.

The arms under the short sleeves were as white as lotus roots, and their body was light and soft. Sitting there and drinking porridge seriously, Qin Dong could see her legs, which were slender and straight because she sat side by side.

Today she was not wearing shoes, and her little feet were lit on the ground with her heels. She grabbed a few toes and separated, and then pointed on the ground with her big toes. Her insteps were tightened, making her entire calf cleaner, slender and perfect.

Many girls take long legs and pose in this position, but use the distortion and angle of the wide angle of the lens. Often, their legs are long, but they slapped their feet into fifty yards.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Jiujiu turned his head and looked at Qin Dong in confusion. She thought that a part of his body had fallen to the ground and was stepped on by her.

"Do you have stockings?" Qin Dong asked, "You can wear stockings normally, so that you won't catch a cold if you like barefoot."

"Of course I have it. I had stockings many years ago, and it was invented by a female cultivator from our demon court." Feng Jiujiu took out a pair of stockings.

It turned out to be a very transparent texture and a glass texture. Like her clothes, there are shiny gold ornaments on the insteps and roots, which are gorgeous and magnificent.

I just didn't know how I felt when I put my feet on, Qin Dong looked at Feng Jiujiu expectantly.

Feng Jiujiu raised his hand and patted him on the head. He always felt that his expectation made her emotionally not stable. She deserved to be a human being, low-level!

Qin Dong's head hurts and quickly lowers his head and drinks porridge seriously.

After a while, a pot of porridge and a bowl of chicken were finished. Qin Dong touched his stomach and looked at Feng Jiujiu with a smile, suddenly feeling that he was too stupid.

How can you doubt the beautiful and elegant princess because of a dream? How can the bad guys make so many delicious foods? The bad guys are deliberately preparing to do bad things and will not cook at all.

Apart from those delicious food, where is the super boss who loves cooking? Even if he cooks, he still uses the heaven and earth as the cauldron and the golden crow as the fire to cook the people.

"I'll go wash the dishes and clean the kitchen." Qin Dong quickly stood up, washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen.

"Tell me quickly, is my cooking skills the best in the world?" Feng Jiujiu followed Qin Dong into the kitchen, but he did not intend to help clean it up.

She knows how to cook, but just because she wants to eat it. Qin Dong is a guy who doesn’t have much demand for the taste of the food at all. He will eat it as long as it is cooked food.

During the days before her perfect rebirth, it was a torture to think about eating the meals he made for half a month.

"Yes, it must be!" Qin Dong responded loudly. She is certainly not the world's number one in terms of rational judgment, but the world's number one chef will not cook for Qin Dong. Of course, the person who can cook for him is the world's number one.

Feng Jiujiu nodded casually. This was a matter of course and there was nothing to be proud of.

Just like every step an elephant takes, it will step on countless ants to death, but it will not feel proud of itself because of it.

However, since he is already the world's number one chef, he will definitely not be used to the low-level taste after eating the food she cooks. In order not to starve him to death and affect his perfect rebirth, he can also make a meal for him from time to time in the future.

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I really don’t know what some classmates think, they are all acquaintances. How could Xia Hua’s book have any guides? What kind of heroine in that book is suspected of cheating, and the woman in the male protagonist seeks someone else as her boyfriend... How could I write such a wise and powerful plot?
Chapter completed!