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"You are not Feng Ming, who are you?" Jimo Yao looked at Lu Chu with unfriendly eyes. This body may be his, but the soul inside is not.

She was ready to take action at any time, and the Heavenly Demon Harp was buzzing in her sea of ​​consciousness.

After hearing this, Feng Lai was so angry that he wanted to go up and argue with her.

Lu Chu took the little spirit back to his own space and let him continue sleeping. Poor sleep would affect his growth.

"I am indeed not Feng Ming. Fellow Daoist Jimo, do you want to know where he is?"

If Jimo Yao couldn't see the difference between him and Feng Ming, there would be no need to tie this red thread.

"Is he still alive? He's not dead, right?" The girl in the green skirt's voice trembled a little. She felt uneasy and was afraid to hear some bad news.

Feng Ming, take a good look, this is the reaction of someone who truly cares about you.

Lu Chu directly threw the puppet containing Feng Ming's soul over, and let him stay with Jimo Yao to cultivate feelings, "Here, this is the person you want."

Jimo Yao subconsciously caught the puppet that was thrown to her with both hands. She had an indescribable feeling in her heart. Her intuition told her that there was no doubt that Feng Ming was inside.

Feng Ming in the puppet was dizzy from the fall, and just when he came to his senses, he saw the beautiful purple eyes magnified.

"Ayao?"

How could she be here? Feng Ming shook his head in disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Jimo Yao couldn't help but clasp his hands together and clench the puppet in his hand, with a smile of determination in his eyes, "It's me, Feng Ming."

You finally fall into my hands, you can only be mine in this life!

Look at the micro-expressions of this villain template! No wonder you can't get the position of the heroine.

Lu Chu even saw black air gurgling out of her body. Now Jimo Yao looked like a real witch from the Tianmo Sect.

Feng Ming felt a little uncomfortable when he met his long-lost confidante again, "Long time no see."

"Brother Feng Ming, I haven't seen you for a long time. How come you look so miserable?" Jimo Yao said with a hint of sarcasm, "If Sister Tan Tai saw you, she would definitely feel bad."

"Ayao, stop teasing me. How can I marry the goddess Tan Tai?" Feng Ming, who had broken free from the control of the plot, now felt physically uncomfortable when he heard Tan Tai Yu's name.

"Okay." Jimo Yao smiled indulgently.

Feng Ming then remembered Lu Chu who was standing beside him. "This is a powerful being with unfathomable cultivation. He came to help me. Now I have finally gotten what I wanted."

Jimo Yao bowed slightly and apologized to Lu Chu for his previous offense. "Senior, thank you for helping Brother Feng Ming. Jimo Yao is very grateful."

Lu Chu waved his hand, indicating that it didn't matter. "I'll leave him to you to take care of for the time being. Don't tell anyone else, especially Tan Tai Yu."

He hasn't seen enough of Shura Field.

Jimo Yao gently stroked the puppet's face with tender eyes. She probably knew what the senior in front of her was planning. When the woman Tan Tai Yu came over just now, he was sitting aside watching the show.

"Ayao, don't do this." Feng Ming's soul moved restlessly, but he was unable to stop her actions. After all, his body was just an immobile puppet, and being able to speak was already his limit.

"A Yao" didn't want to listen to him, and her hands became even more outrageous.

"Okay, Fellow Daoist Feng, let's go back now."

She didn't ask who the other party was or when Feng Ming's body would be returned. She just needed to know that everything was in her favor now.

"Okay." Lu Chu likes dealing with such smart women, "Liu Rumei might be crying again now."

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On the other side, Liu Rumei sat anxiously in a window seat at Baiweiju, worried that Jimo Yao and Feng Ming would abandon her and run away.

Fortunately, the waiter and the boss of Baiweiju still remembered her as a repeat customer and did not kick her out as a penniless former beggar.

"Sister Liu, why are you sitting here in a daze?" Jimo Yao was in a particularly good mood and patted her shoulder from behind.

Liu Rumei looked at her aggrievedly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll run away with the artifact?"

"Okay, I know Sister Liu is not that kind of person, don't be unhappy." Jimo Yao held her hand. With Feng Ming in her hand and her love rivals retreated, she treated Liu Rumei better.

"What did you just do?" Liu Rumei was still a little curious.

"It's just a small problem, and it has been solved." Jimo Yao said lightly.

Lu Chu appeared from behind Jimo Yao, "Aren't you two curious about what the inheritance left behind by the God of Food is?"

"Of course I'm curious!" Liu Rumei immediately abandoned the plastic sister and raised the round plate in her hand with great interest.

"Then follow me." Lu Chu waved his sleeves and brought the two of them to a starry sky. In front of them was a phantom of an old man floating.

He sighed very lightly and said, "After tens of thousands of years, someone finally found what I left behind. Unfortunately, none of you can inherit my legacy."

He could see that the three people in front of him had no love for food in their eyes or hearts.

"Are you the God of Food?" Liu Rumei asked, "Did Senior God of Food really ascend to heaven?"

"These are all titles given to me out of pity." The shadow nodded and shook his head, his eyes were vicissitudes, and he was lost in reminiscence. "As for the question of whether I have ascended to heaven, little girl, I can only tell you that my original body may have succeeded."

Lu Chu took a look at the appearance of the "God of Cookery" in front of him and felt a little disappointed.

The image of this dying old man is nothing like the real God of Cookery Baiweiyuan. That guy has a good-looking appearance and is very romantic.

"Okay, no more nonsense, what can you give us?"

The phantom pondered for a moment. This spiritual consciousness could not hold out for much longer. Perhaps this was God's will. He flicked his fingers and three rays of light of different colors appeared in front of him.

"Here are three secret books. One is 'Recipes', the second is 'Food Cultivation', and the third is 'The Way of Food'. You three can discuss how to distribute them."

Lu Chu took the cookbook without hesitation, opened it and flipped through it. There were indeed quite a few recipes he had never seen before, so he threw it to Xiaoyi.

[Study hard, I will check it in three days.]

[As you command, Your Highness.]

The girl in the light blue dress was only concentrating on teasing the Fengming puppet. A food cultivator had little to do with a magic cultivator like her, so it didn't matter which one she chose. "Sister Liu, you choose first."

Liu Rumei did not refuse. After hesitating for a moment, she chose "Food Cultivation". Her talent for cultivation was not very high, and she wondered if she could change her path.

I've gotten a great deal this time. I wonder if my dad can repay the favor?

The remaining "The Art of Food" naturally belonged to Jimo Yao, and the girl put it into her storage ring without interest.

"I hope you can pass them on." The shadow became fainter and fainter until it disappeared.

Liu Rumei and Jimo Yao bowed and saluted in the direction where the shadow disappeared.

"Liu Rumei, your father is here." Lu Chu said suddenly.