Wuwang should talk to Ajin about the strategy to deal with the mark.
As for how to ease the relationship between the two?
This matter cannot be rushed, she needs to take her time.
Shen Mojin pressed Wuwang's mute acupoint with lightning speed, "Jiujiu, it's very difficult to transcend the tribulation in the upper realm. It took me a while, so..."
He hasn't eaten properly for half a year.
"Ajin, wait a minute. I'll cook for you."
Chi Jiujiu stood up again and turned to walk towards the kitchen of Conch House.
"Jiujiu, I'm going to cook, you just need to take a good rest." Wuwang broke through the seal on his acupuncture points and spoke gently to Chi Jiujiu, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
He was busy watching over Jiujiu and was attacked?
"I will do it myself, so I won't bother you, sir."
Shen Mojin was about to stand up when he suddenly found himself unable to move. He turned his gaze to Wuwang, but saw that Wuwang had already chased Jiujiu towards the kitchen.
[Shen Mojin: Wuwang, let me go.]
[Wuwang: You'd better stay still and don't try to break the restriction. Otherwise, in your current state, you will be unconscious for three days.]
Shen Mojin glanced at the extra flowers and calming tea on the table. It was obviously Wuwang's work. He thought of Jiujiu calling Wuwang "Adong".
His dark eyes narrowed and his thin lips pursed.
In the kitchen of the Conch House.
"Jiujiu, besides steamed fish and chicken soup, would you like to eat something else?"
Wuwang was wearing an apron and had rolled up the sleeves of his Tang suit to reveal his strong and muscular arms. He stood in front of the pool, skillfully killing fish and pheasants.
"Make two more dishes you like." Chi Jiujiu replied with a smile.
Wuwang responded in a low voice, "Okay."
Ninety million years of experience.
He is well versed in cooking.
He would show off his cooking skills in front of that person today, making him feel ashamed and letting Jiujiu know who cooked the best meal.
A quarter of an hour later.
The kitchen was filled with steam and fragrance. Wuwang took off his apron and looked at Chi Jiujiu with undisguised affection.
Chi Jiujiu took out the carved gift—
The small milky white leaf is two knuckles long and as wide as the little finger. There is a small hole at the end and a black silk thread is passed through it.
"Adong, this is a little thing I carved casually."
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