Master Wuzhi's glance was like a dragonfly skimming across the water and then disappearing.
But Su Luo's heart tightened!
What does Master Wuzhi mean by this? Has he developed doubts?
Although Su Luo's cooking skills are amazing, but if she is targeted by an old bald donkey like you who is almost as smart as a demon, Su Luo knows that she will be in trouble.
During the break, Su Luo was preparing meals for Pu Xiaohu.
Master Wuzhi suddenly glanced at Su Luo: "...%...%...%##￥@..."
A series of strange pronunciations came out.
He was obviously speaking to Su Luo.
Pu Xiaohu couldn't help but be curious and said with a smile, "Master Wuzhi, what are you talking about? You're just opening and closing your mouth, and I can only hear you mumbling something, but I can't understand a single word you're saying."
Master Wuzhi did not answer Pu Xiaohu's words, but kept staring at Su Luo with a smile on his face and a kind look.
Su Luo is making soup.
Originally, Su Luo wanted to put something in the soup, but poison is different for different people.
For powerful mid-level gods like Master Wuzhi, ordinary poisons have no effect on them. After becoming mid-level gods, their bodies themselves have the ability to detoxify.
Moreover, if she was discovered, Su Luo would have no way of escaping.
Thinking of this, Su Luo could only put the poison back silently.
And at this moment, Master Wuzhi recited a series of words to her.
Su Luo suddenly remembered the character Qi Sen she played. He was from the Duoduo tribe, and what Master Wuzhi had just said was the Duoduo dialect.
Su Luo played the role of Qi Sen, so she had naturally looked up Qi Sen's information a long time ago.
At this moment, Su Luo's hand holding the soup spoon paused slightly, and she turned to look at Master Wuzhi.
Master Wuzhi had a smile on his lips and compassion in his eyes, but those eyes were like an abyss, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance... It was as if one look would make one sink deeply and forget who he was.
Su Luo calmed down and uttered a few syllables lightly: "￥%...￥...%￥￥..."
Does Su Luo know the language of the Duoduo people? To be honest, Su Luo doesn't.
But at this moment, Su Luo was extremely grateful... When she was in the palace, the Demon Emperor let her read books for a year.
The Duoduo people are a small ethnic group. Because they are afraid that their ethnic writing system will be lost in the long river of history, a set of writing and pronunciation is prepared in the imperial palace treasury.
Wasn't it to deal with the Demon Emperor's random inspection at that time? So all the text, audio, and video information... Su Luo stored them all in her mind.
The reason why she paused just now was because there was too much knowledge in her mind and she needed some time to recall it.
Master Wuzhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to speak.
This time, the tone of voice changed again.
Su Luo answered respectfully again.
The voice and intonation are exactly the same as Master Wuzhi's.
Pu Xiaohu watched the two people asking and answering questions, and couldn't help but feel curious!
"What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?!" Although Pu Xiaohu was smiling, his expression was not good. Could it be that these two people were hiding something from him?
Su Luo glanced at Master Wuzhi, and Master Wuzhi gestured for him to speak.
Su Luo smiled and said to Pu Xiaohu, "General, calm down. Master Wuzhi just asked me in the Duoduo language if I was happy to be with you. I replied that being with you is an honor I could never ask for."
Pu Xiaohu was very happy after hearing Su Luo's flattering answer.
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