Chapter 7 7 "Fu Tingyun, I'm so hungry"

Listening to the puppet slowly and unfamiliarly reciting her name, Su Xiaoyuan felt as if a stream of hot springs flowed through her eardrums, making her ears feel hot.

Su Xiaoyuan is not only a beauty lover but also a voice control lover. Her voice is so charming that it's really deadly.

She rubbed her ears: "Is the candy delicious? Fu Tingyun?"

Fu Tingyun had never eaten anything else, so he had no basis for comparison.

Without waiting for his answer, Su Xiaoyuan continued, "I've made several flavors. Kaishan says the orange flavor is the best. The oranges on Huanhua Island should be ripe in two months. I'll pick a few more baskets this year and make a few more jars to give away."

Fu Tingyun glanced at the half-empty glass bottle in her hand and lowered his eyes.

This was the first candy he had eaten, but it was obviously not the first one she had fed him.

"That's all." He commented coldly.

Su Xiaoyuan opened her eyes wide in confusion: "What did you say? Fu Tingyun?"

"Your candy, Er Er." I have such a bad memory that I forgot what I asked the moment I turned around.

"Oh, you're talking about this." The puppet's reaction time is really long.

She poured out another one and put it in her mouth, muttering to herself: "It's not spoiled, it tastes good..."

When she ate candy, she would unconsciously lick it with the tip of her tongue first. Most people would not notice such a subtle movement, but Fu Tingyun had extraordinary eyesight and could clearly see the tip of her rosy tongue.

The tip of his tongue seemed to taste that fresh and bright sweet and sour taste again, saliva flowed out from the root of his tongue, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Su Xiaoyuan was unaware of anything. She closed the lid, cast a spell to preserve the food, then walked to the cabinet, opened the second drawer, and put the sugar jar in it.

He tapped the cat paw handle with his fingertips: "There's food in here, you can help yourself to whatever you want, Fu Tingyun."

Colorful lights began to flash in Fu Tingyun's spiritual palace: "You can take whatever you want to eat, Fu Tingyun; you can take whatever you want to eat, Fu Tingyun..."

He let the words flicker, not wanting to touch the drawer: "No."

When she issues the next instruction, it will naturally override this one.

"You only ate one kind. There are many others, such as sunflower seeds, dried meat, and dried fish..."

"I don't want to do any of this." The puppet was very tough.

There's no need to emphasize it so much if you don't like it, Su Xiaoyuan thought, feeling a little lonely after all because the snacks she made weren't appreciated.

But she soon felt relieved. Puppets can eat, but their sense of taste may be different from that of normal humans.

"If you don't want to, then don't." She smiled good-naturedly, turned around, took the bucket and went to the yard to fetch water for washing.

After fetching water and returning to the house, there was only a ray of setting sun left in the sky.

The room suddenly became dark, but not dark enough to need a light.

This is the time of day when Su Xiaoyuan misses home the most.

Sitting alone in front of the bed and watching the sky slowly darken, it was as if I had fallen into the cracks of time and been left behind by the whole world.

It would be better to light a lamp, but the lamps in the world of immortal cultivation are made by burning spirit stones. About one low-grade spirit stone will be burned in an hour, so she always tries to save money wherever possible.

But today was a little different, there was a puppet in the room, and it was suddenly full.

Su Xiaoyuan walked into the room, placed the wooden barrel beside the bed, used her spiritual power to heat the water until it was slightly steaming, then took off her shoes and socks, put her feet in to soak, and splashed the water unconsciously.

Fu Tingyun lowered his eyes, and it seemed as if two hazy, bright white moon shadows were reflected in the rippling clear water.

He looked away expressionlessly.

When it was time to go to bed, Su Xiaoyuan was a little worried about sleeping.

The presence of this puppet is too strong. If I woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly saw such a big one standing in the room, I wonder if I would be scared to death and have a myocardial infarction.

It would have been better to let him lie down and sleep, but there was only one bed, and it was so small.

Even if Su Xiaoyuan was willing to give him the bed, she doubted whether he could stretch his legs.

As for driving him out of the house, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't do it. She was the kind of person who couldn't bear to exploit even a sweeping robot.

As she wiped her feet, she asked the puppet, "Fu Tingyun, can you turn off your phone at night? By the way, you probably don't understand. It's just like sleeping. They give you some instructions, and then you don't know anything."

"Won't."

"Then what are you going to do at night? Stand all night? Wouldn't that be boring, Fu Tingyun?"

Fu Tingyun didn't even raise his eyelids: "No."

I'm concerned about how a puppet spends the night, but I don't know who is bored.

Su Xiaoyuan wiped her feet and poured the water out the door, put the bucket back on the shelf, then bent down and dragged out a roll of something from under the bed.

Fu Tingyun frowned. She even stuffed things under the bed. What else could she not do?

Su Xiaoyuan spread out the things on the side of the bed. It was a mat about three feet wide and six feet long.

This is a training mat she made by weaving a rope made from a kind of flexible and elastic spiritual grass.

Disciples of the Yunyu Sect have to practice soft body exercises for half an hour every morning. It is a bit like a plus version of yoga, including all kinds of incredible and difficult movements. The bed is too hard, making it very inconvenient to do it. She experimented for a long time before making this yoga mat.

Although she would wipe it after each use, she still performed a cleansing spell and patted it: "You can sleep on this mat tonight... Sorry, once I enter the inner door, the space will be bigger, and I can apply for an extra bed then... Try lying down, Fu Tingyun."

Fu Tingyun had no time to pay attention to her explanation. Now there were two lines of colorful words in his spiritual palace.

"Get whatever you want to eat, Fu Tingyun."

"Just try lying down, Fu Tingyun."

There were two overlapping instructions in my ears, repeating over and over again.

Good, now he knew that new instructions would not overwrite old ones, but would only make things worse.

"Try lying down, Fu..." Without waiting for the third time, Fu Tingyun lay down obediently.

"By the way," Su Xiaoyuan said, "You didn't take a good bath just now. Let me give you a body cleansing technique first."

Puppets probably don't sweat or secrete dirt, but after being in the warehouse for so long and walking all the way back, they will definitely be dirty.

Fu Tingyun has no need for this kind of thing at all. A high-level puppet like this has a body and clothes with the magic of purity. Even if it rolls in the mud, it will still be spotless.

But the girl had already started to chant incantations at him.

Her spiritual power was weak, and Fu Tingyun felt as if a wet feather was gently brushing across him from head to toe, which was a little itchy.

"Okay, it's clean now." Su Xiaoyuan clapped her hands and said with satisfaction.

She took out pajamas from the wicker box, thought for a moment, then took out a thin blanket, spread it out and covered the puppet's belly.

Puppets won’t catch a cold, but they’ll always feel uneasy if they don’t have something covering their stomachs.

It was time to change clothes. She met the puppet's dark eyes and felt a little embarrassed: "Fu Tingyun, I need to change clothes. Please close your eyes first."

The puppet closed his eyes obediently, his long and thick eyelashes falling down, casting beautiful shadows under his eyes and making his nose look even straighter.

He lay quietly in the dusk light, as if floating in the light dust, peaceful and beautiful, like a sleeping beauty.

Su Xiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat. She quickly adjusted her breathing, quickly took off her dirty clothes, changed into the nightgown she had sewn, and crawled into the quilt, leaving only her head exposed. "Okay, Fu Tingyun, you can open your eyes now."

The puppet opened his eyes obediently.

Su Xiaoyuan had been busy all day and her body was very tired, but her mind was too excited and she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

She stuck her head out of the bed, resting her chin on the back of her hand, and looked at the puppet's handsome profile in the last ray of sunset. Her heart suddenly leaped with joy.

She has a doll!

"Fu Tingyun, don't worry, I will definitely not return you..." Su Xiaoyuan made up her mind, "Tomorrow I will go to the store owner to discuss whether I can buy another puppet in installments. I don't need to pay for one thousand two hundred yuan. It doesn't need to be that good. Two or three hundred yuan will be enough.

"If I can enter the inner sect in three months, I can receive thirty spirit stones every month. I can take on some tasks after school and make some candies and preserves to sell. The pressure shouldn't be too great..."

Fu Tingyun: "..."

He could see that the girl was not rich, but he never expected that she would be so incredibly poor.

"Oh, Fu Tingyun," the girl blinked in the dark, "You know what? I've always wanted a bjd doll and have saved up all the money, but I don't dare to place an order. My mom will definitely throw it away if she sees it..."

Ms. Su Shengnan never let her play with dolls since she was a child, because she believed that girls who played with dolls when they were young would have no future when they grew up, so she only allowed her to play with educational toys.

Ms. Su Shengnan also doesn't allow her to have long hair or wear skirts, saying that girls who are vain will have no future.

"My mom is also against me painting. She thinks that those who study painting and take the art exam are all students with poor grades. So I can only wait until my parents are asleep and sneak up to paint. If I get caught, I will be scolded..."

Su Xiaoyuan started to learn from the up-loader of the alphabet station only after she was admitted to university. It didn't take long for her to be transported here. However, after joining the Yunyu Sect, her human body structure improved by leaps and bounds.

She glanced at the puppet and saw that he was just listening to her chatter quietly, which made her feel warm in her heart.

She had always thought that she had adapted well and was living a good life, until this moment when she realized that she was lonely and frightened.

She couldn't say these words to Ruan Mianmian either. She didn't want to say a bunch of nonsense and make her only good friend in the world think she was a lunatic.

In fact, she would rather not have the beauty filter and let the system stay by her side and chat with her from time to time. Because even if the beauty points were added, the probability of capturing Ling Yue Xianzun was infinitesimally close to zero.

Su Xiaoyuan poured out all the words that had been pent up in her heart, just to talk to her heart's content. After all, the puppet had no intelligence or emotions, so it wouldn't understand what she was saying.

Many people like to talk to their pets or toys, or confide in AI. She didn’t understand it before, but now she finally understands.

"If my mother knew what I was doing now, she would definitely beat me to death..."

Ms. Su Shengnan has been strong-willed throughout her life. As a famous teacher in a key high school, she has taught countless students from Peking University and Tsinghua University, and has placed high hopes on her only daughter since she was a child.

"But I've always disappointed my mother. I'm weak, unmotivated, have an average IQ, no talent for studying, and didn't even make it to a good university on the college entrance exam," Su Xiaoyuan pouted. "I never thought my life would be so short..."

Her nose felt sore and tears rolled down her face: "I miss my mother so much..."

Fu Tingyun was forced to listen to her chatter. Since the death of his master Xuji Daojun, he had never seen anyone talk so much.

The strange thing is that the girl's words are not coherent. Most of them are meaningless sounds. It sounds like a series of noises in the ears: "Aba, Aba, Mimi, Meow, Meow, Chirp, Gugu, Wuli, Wulu..."

Fu Tingyun suspected that she was talking in her sleep, but at this moment, she curled up into a ball, clutching the quilt and trembling slightly.

People with high cultivation can see as clearly in the dark as in the daytime. He saw crystal tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, wetting the pillow.

She is crying.

After crying for a while, perhaps because she was tired, the sobbing stopped and her breathing gradually became heavier.

Fu Tingyun waited for a moment, then stood up and looked down at the girl who was curled up in a ball.

She had fallen asleep with a tear hanging on her cheek, like a dewdrop on a petal under the moon.

"Help yourself with whatever you want to eat, Fu Tingyun. Help yourself with whatever you want to eat, Fu Tingyun..."

The colorful words were still flashing in his soul, like a row of tireless stars.

Fu Tingyun knew what he wanted to eat.

He reached out his hand, picked up the teardrops on the girl's face with his fingertips, and put them into his mouth to taste.

It's a different taste.

The spiritual palace was finally quiet, and Fu Tingyun prepared to go outside to meditate.

At this moment, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and looked at him blankly for a long while, as if she recognized him: "Fu Tingyun..."

She yawned, turned over, smacked her lips, and muttered, "Fu Tingyun, I'm so hungry... I want to eat Lili stir-fried pork..."

The spiritual palace, which had been quiet for a moment, became lively again.

[Fu Tingyun, I'm so hungry. I want to eat Lili stir-fried pork.]

[Fu Tingyun, I'm so hungry. I want to eat Lili stir-fried pork.]

[Fu Tingyun, I'm so hungry, I want to eat...]

Fu Tingyun pinched his eyebrows, pushed the door and walked out.

I'd better kill her tomorrow.

The author has something to say:

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Push the sand sculpture text of my friend, Mrs. Salt-baked Lobster

[Daoyou, please lend me your spiritual root to copy.]

It's already very fat, almost finished, funny and cute~

In the end of the world, Su Jiu opened her eyes after her death and became the most miserable mulberry-raising girl in the novel of cultivation——

She sold her blood to support her seven ex-boyfriends, and her skinny younger brothers and sisters at home had their cultivation resources snatched away by scumbags. They will either die or be injured in the future. The whole family is pitiful and extremely disappointed with her love-minded idea of ​​poverty alleviation.

When Su Ji woke up, she felt that she was doomed, but she found that the copy scanner she found in the apocalypse had also come with her.

【Copy to a handful of green rice! 】

【Copy to the scumbag's sleeve! 】

【Copy to the scumbag's spiritual root! 】

[Copied to the scumbag's right leg! ]

[Copied to the part below the neck that Lu Jiang was not allowed to appear.]

Su Jiu: ???

A month later, when his skinny younger brothers and sisters were in need of a magic weapon for attack, Su Jiu thought for a moment and took out nine copies of the scumbag's 'strong right legs' and gave them to them.

Su Jiu: "Don't be afraid, there's more after you use it up."

Younger brother and younger sister: “?”

Scumbag: “???”

When the face-hungry senior sister, who was unable to attack the beauty, was about to be beaten to death, Su Jiu calmly took out nine copies of the scumbag's "Mean Face".

He turned his hand and touched the face of the beautiful villain.

Su Jiu: "Why don't you try it now?"

Senior sister Yan Gou: “!”

Beautiful villain: “?”

Scumbag: “???”

Soon, Su Ji solved the problem of lack of spiritual treasures and elixirs at home. His younger brothers and sisters and even the silkworms at home were raised to be plump and strong.

All her senior brothers and sisters and friends around her were also cured of their illnesses.

Everyone in the world of cultivation is in danger.

*

Chen Yuan is the dirtiest commodity in the Demon Slave Shop.

At the age of twelve, because of his notoriety as a half-dragon, half-dog hybrid, his demon core was dug out, and he was put in a heart-piercing lock and enslaved.

But he had a weird face and a rebellious nature, and was abused and vented by his successive masters. He was beaten all over and then abandoned.

One day, he was bought at a low price by a woman named Su Jiu.

As a result, he didn't get the whip to tame slaves, but instead got the fine wines and delicacies enjoyed by the upper-class monks.

"If you don't eat it, throw it away. There's really no room for this stuff in the house."

She must be lying.

Chen Yuan never thought that there was someone in this world who was willing to be nice to him.

But later, he found out that she was not lying, she had the ability to replicate, and her house was full of puppets of the world's genius immortal that she had copied.

Finally one day, another handsome and brilliant male immortal cultivator came to visit...

Chen Yuan's bloodshot eyes were in so much pain that they were almost bleeding. He used an ancient forbidden technique that A Niang said could not be used even in the most difficult times, in exchange for the cultivation of an ancient god.

Under the moonlight, he was no longer the same as before, having transformed into an ancient demon god worshipped by everyone. His feet were stained with blood under his robe. He endured the excruciating pain and walked towards her step by step.

He gently lifted her face and said, "Susu, can you copy me?"

This article is a minefield: the main plot is a cool one, with few emotional scenes.