Chapter 389 Still Wearing a Mask
At the same time, Feng Su, who had walked outside the door, suddenly stopped.
He looked down, his gaze seemingly glancing at his belt.
His handsome face was full of doubt.
He had never felt hungry since he established his foundation. What was going on? He was actually hungry.
Feng Su looked up at the sky.
On the grass
Shen Qingyi also stared blankly at the celestial beast. The man in blue swallowed almost imperceptibly, probably feeling that his behavior was too absurd. He took a step back, turned around, and stood with his back to the celestial beast with a serious expression.
Absurd! Absolutely absurd!
He actually wanted to...
I want to eat meat.
——
"Which of you can cook?"
Zi Lan asked.
The four stood beside the celestial beast, with Feng Su behind Yu Yan in a protective posture.
Just now, my Martial Uncle Zilan said that those below the Tribulation Transcending stage in the Immortal Realm live on immortal food.
Yu Yan was a little dramatic; at this moment, the first person she thought of was Li Ze.
The water unicorn stood on the woman's shoulder, its eyes rolling around.
"I'll give it a try," Feng Su said.
He had learned some things from his junior brother Li Ze.
I originally intended to make one for my master, but then I realized that it was no match for my junior brother's work, so I put it aside.
When Feng Su met the surprised look in the woman's eyes as she turned her head, a secret pleasure quietly rose in his heart.
Three consecutive days
Zi Lan asked for a celestial beast every day.
The fat man poked the cooked meat in the bowl a few times with his chopsticks, and a meaty aroma wafted out.
His nose twitched slightly, and his expression was indeed somewhat sorrowful.
"Skinny guy, I think we might not be able to support such a great figure as Fellow Daoist Zilan anymore."
His appetite is nowhere near that of a normal cultivator!
He and the skinny guy couldn't even get a single celestial beast to eat every three days, while Fellow Immortal Zilan was doing well, getting one a day each, and all of them were raw!
Thinking of this, the fat man couldn't help but shiver, not from the cold, but from fear.
The fat man felt a chill down his back.
He hunched his shoulders and buried his chin in his fox fur coat.
The skinny man lowered his eyes: "We need to think of a way."
Think of a way to get them away.
On the other side
Feng Su sat cross-legged beside Zi Lan.
His jaw was clenched, and his hands inside his sleeves were so cold they were numb.
He only has the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage and is adapting to the transformation of immortal energy.
The protection of spiritual energy was no longer effective, and there was no spiritual energy available in the surrounding area.
Zi Lan sat at the table watching him, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Based on Feng Su's current condition, he will be able to fully adapt to the transformation of immortal energy within a month.
At that time, he was a genuine immortal cultivator.
He's a genius!
Zi Lan's gaze swept across Feng Su's closed-eye face, her fingertips tapping lightly on the edge of the table.
Even though he had lived in the Immortal Realm for over a thousand years, the only person who could rival his sister's disciple in appearance was the successor in the Imperial Palace.
No, Feng Su's appearance was even more striking.
It's just that he had been wearing a mask all along, and no one in the cultivation world knew what he looked like. Otherwise, with that appearance alone, who knows how much of a storm he would have stirred up!
"Nephew/Master."
After Feng Su concealed his aura, Zi Lan spoke.
"Do you have a mask? Remember to wear it next time you go out."
Their current cultivation level is simply not enough in the vast and boundless Immortal Realm.
He observed that Feng Su's physique was also extremely special, coupled with his alluring appearance, which attracted those with ill intentions, and no one could protect him.
Feng Su didn't ask any more questions and nodded.
For some reason, he believed Zilan's words.
"It's probably because of my master," Feng Su thought.
Knock knock knock
There was a knock on the door, and Zi Lan beckoned Feng Su back to the Azure Dragon Space.
The fat man entered the door looking rather reserved, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
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