MTL - The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML-Chapter 124 Immortal Demon 29

Unconsciously, Li Luo became a servant of Chu for more than two months.

In the past two months, there have been only a handful of times when Li Luo and Chu have no time to meet each other. He also went in and sorted out the yards that had little to clean. Of course, the room that Chu had no mention of, he never went in.

Although Li Luo has no way to get closer to Chu, there is at least a chance to come to Chu, and the next thing can slowly find a solution.

But now the most important thing is that it should be opened in the cave house that will be opened next year. I don’t know if Chu has no tokens.

However, there is no channel for Li Luo to know the innocent movement of Chu, but with the aura of Chu’s innocent, this opportunity should not go anywhere.

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On this day, Li Luo sorted out the yard a little, and stepped back into his room on the glow of the sunset.

Today, he is not going to go to the canteen to lead his own meal. After all, every time he passes, he has to accept a group of servants to look at and look at it. It is personal that will be uncomfortable.

Today he decided to cook himself in the small kitchen that he brought in his room. The ingredients were prepared one day in advance.

Because he was alone, Li Luo was ready to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

Li Luo’s cooking is actually good, but because of the property, he is too lazy to do it, so he will eat it outside, or take it out, and rarely fire himself.

The bones were cooked in the pot when he went to clean the yard. Now he is still suffocating with a small fire. Li Luo opened the lid and saw a piece of firewood underneath.

Then, Li Luo smashed the waking dough a few times, and made a layer of thin slices with a rolling pin, and then cut the dough into a thin strip of noodles.

After processing other ingredients, Li Luo looked at the bone soup again and decided to take a bath first. After that, he should be able to cook the noodles with a good bone soup.

When Lero thought of it, he went to play a few barrels of hot water and poured it into the tub inside himself. After preparing the changed clothes and putting them aside, they took off their clothes and entered the tub.

The ancient bathing conditions are indeed not modern, but the bubble bath is still very comfortable.

Li Luo simply shattered his own hair, so he washed his head.

Then he leaned on the side of the tub and took a bath in comfort.

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When Chu was sitting on the bed in the room and smelling the scent of the nose at the tip of his nose, his eyes closed and he opened his eyes.

This taste gave him an inexplicable familiarity.

Chu stood up from the bed without hesitation. He quickly pushed open the door and went out. As a very sensitive sense of the repairer, he quickly discovered the source of this fragrance.

Chu Wushao was only a flash of body shape, and it appeared at the door of the cabin where Li Luo was.

Standing in front of the hut, the original aroma that seemed to be nothing was instantly rich.

Smell this scent, a piece of memory in Chu's mind is involuntarily emerged.

That was when he had just come to his master Gu Qingchen, this body was very thin because of the original owner.

His master looked very lonely and not close, but in fact his character was very gentle.

When he was a child a few years ago, at the end of each year, Gu Qingchen would have a few days to cook a bowl of hot noodles for him.

Until he came back from the secret, it may be that he was old, or perhaps because the people who traveled to Qingyufeng began to get more, and Gu Qingchen did not give him any food. But this familiar taste is deeply imprinted in his memory.

The two worlds have been human beings. After so many years, no one will be like Gu Qingchen, and there is no trace of good for him. Even at the end, it was fallen for him.

Chu Wushao sniffed the nose to evoke the taste of his memories, and pushed the door into the small kitchen next to it.

I saw a row of chopped fine noodles placed neatly on the chopping board of the cooktop. The bowl next to the bowl was filled with vegetables such as vegetables and mushrooms, and the small pot placed on the stove was boiled. Hot air.

When Li Luo, who was taking a shower in the bedroom next door, quickly stood up from the tub and heard the body quickly set a robes.

The hair that grows on the buttocks is not easy to take care of. He can't use the spells. He can only wipe the grass and dry it, so he is wet behind him. Then he put on his shoes and quickly trots to open the small kitchen and bedroom door.

After seeing the long figure standing in front of the stove, Li Luo immediately bowed his head and bowed to Chu. "Respect."

The innocent dawn of Chu was sweeping around Li Luo, who was half-squatting on his waist. The boy in front of him was obviously rushing over, only wearing a large robes, no bundles. Waist, wide neckline reveals a long white neck and a small clavicle, more hidden in the shadow of the robes.

The black long hair was wet behind him, and the white robes were slightly moisturized. The shank without the pants was very white, just like a piece of art carved by jade.

Chu Wuguang has become dull. "Is this noodle cooked?"

"Yes, respect." Li Luo did not understand how Chu had noon suddenly came here. Seeing him asking questions, he could only answer like a obedient servant.

"Do a bowl for the deity." Chu said nothing.

When Li Luo heard Chu’s innocence, he could not help but stunned.

Didn’t hear the reply, Chu’s brows wrinkled slightly, and the voice became cold again. “How? Still need the deity to say it again?”

Li Luo responded. He took a look at the bone soup in the small pot. The soup has now become milky white, bubbling with a strong aroma, the meat above the bones. They have all been cooked soft and rotten, and it’s almost as good.

Originally, he wanted to eat noodles by himself, and he didn’t make much of it. He didn’t expect Chu’s innocence to suddenly appear. After adding a little Chu, the noodles he had made before were definitely not enough. Naturally, he can't do it for himself. He can only silently give Chu Wuxi the first noodles.

After a while, Chu Wushao received the noodles that Li Luo cooked for him. He didn't sit uncomfortably and sat down at the small table next to him. Then he picked up the chopsticks and took a noodle and ate it into his mouth.

When the more familiar taste spread in the mouth, Chu couldn't help but blink a little, looking back at him, Li Luo, who was in the second bowl.