Since coming out of the dream, Yan Xiaomo has been practicing with concentration.
However, the spiritual energy in the air is thin and she can only gain a little bit in a day.
To practice by meditating, even if she sits on the cushion under her butt.
It may not be possible to reach the Nascent Soul stage.
Perhaps because of her cultivation, Yan Xiaomo never felt hungry or sleepy.
Only when she was tired from practicing for two days would she lie down and sleep for two hours.
After two hours, she looked like a Vibrant look.
The romantic uncle has not been seen these days, and Yan Xiaomo is somewhat clean.
In addition to practicing, Yan Xiaomo is still thinking about how to gain Zhuang Zhou's favorability.
At least she must first increase Zhuang Zhou's favorability.
Only then can he leave Tianshan Gate to find the stolen Kun.
I originally wanted to cook for Zhuang Zhou.
As the saying goes, if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.
It's just that Zhuang Zhou is a Taoist, and food is not attractive to him.
He will not die even if he doesn't eat for a hundred years.
Thinking that Zhuang Zhou usually likes to drink tea, he specially made tea for Zhuang Zhou.
However, Zhuang Zhou's attitude towards her was always neither salty nor mild, and his favorability did not show any upward trend, which made her very anxious.
He took a deep breath and calmed down.
With tea in his hand, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
He asked in a low voice: "Master, can I come in?"
Zhuang Zhou opened his eyes, opened his thin lips and said, "Come in."
After getting Zhuang Zhou's answer, Yan Xiaomo opened the door and walked in, then closed the door with her backhand.
"Master, I made some tea for you."
Yan Xiaomo said calmly.
After saying that, she walked towards Zhuang Zhou and replaced the original tea on the table next to him, but found that the original tea had not been touched yet.
Pass.
"You don't have to change the tea so diligently, you have something to do and you are looking for a teacher."
Zhuang Zhou looked so indifferent, his eyes were like the winter sun falling on Yan Xiaomo's body, with a hint of warmth in the cold.
Yan Xiaomo paused her hands slightly, and the tea almost spilled out of the teapot.
Although Zhuang Zhou was indifferent to her, his thoughts were still quite delicate.
It's just that Yan Xiaomo would never tell him that she wanted to attack him.
She hesitated for a while and seemed a little embarrassed to say it.
In fact, she was thinking about what to say to Zhuang Zhou.
"Master, do you want to train me into a furnace?"
Yan Xiaomo said a little depressed.
No woman wants to be a furnace.
Once I become a furnace, I will become a tool for others to practice.
Although this is a game, Yan Xiaomo is not willing to be reduced to a tool.
Zhuang Zhou's eyes deepened and he asked in a deep voice, "Aren't you willing?"
Looking at Zhuang Zhou's face, Yan Xiaomo's heart was pounding.
The Zhuang Zhou in front of her was really incomparable with the one in the game.
She was a little afraid of the Zhuang Zhou in front of her.
"Disciple just doesn't want to be reduced to a tool, master" Yan Xiaomo stared pitifully into Zhuang Zhou's eyes, as pitiful as she could be.
Her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and it seemed like tears would burst out of her eyes in the blink of an eye.
Seeing such a beautiful woman crying, even the most indifferent person can't help but feel a bit of pity.
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"It's not a tool, master."
Zhuang Zhou looked away from Yan Xiaomo's delicate face with a hint of unnoticeable haste, and his handsome face was stained with a faint blush.
But Yan Xiaomo didn't notice all this. oshow7: