The Tsundere System Chasing Wife

Hua Tu looked at Qing Ling's thin body, her eyes full of heartache. She didn't care how strong Qing Ling was, but she felt that Qing Ling's body was too weak, and she didn't know how much Qing Ling had suffered in the past.

"Thank you, Senior Sister. You can have this chicken drumstick. I'll just eat something else."

Qingling was going to give the chicken leg in her bowl to Hua Tu, because Hua Tu looked even worse than her.

Hua Tu's face is still a little pale now.

"Okay, stop pushing it this way and that, one for each of you."

After Hua Xiaoran finished speaking, he put another chicken leg into Hua Tu's bowl. When he saw Hua Tu wanted to put the chicken leg in his own bowl, he quickly interrupted Hua Tu.

"Hua Tu, don't push it over. If your master tells you to eat it, just eat it. Although Fenghua Sect is poor, it's not so poor that we can't even get meat."

As Hua Xiaoran spoke, she gave the hen's wings to Hua Zhiyang and Hua Zhixing respectively.

"Stop talking, go to bed early after eating. You still have training tomorrow, and there might be a fierce battle in a few months."

Hua Zhixing asked hurriedly.

"Master, what happened?"

"The Quanxin Sect has already sent a notice to all sects. In a few months, the Mulan Sect will organize an elimination competition for the immortal cultivation sects. The last place and the immortal cultivation sect that does not have the same number of participants will be expelled from the immortal cultivation world."

Fortunately, Qingling joined Fenghua Sect at the most critical moment, otherwise they would not even have enough participants.

However, Hua Tu and Qing Ling's spiritual powers are relatively low, and it is easy for them to get hurt when participating in this kind of competition. Not all immortal cultivation sects will compete openly, and sometimes it is difficult to guard against hidden attacks.

"It seems that this competition was set up by those immortal cultivation sects specifically targeting our Fenghua Sect." Hua Zhixing said.

It is well known that their Fenghua Sect has the smallest number of members and is recognized as the poorest sect. Apart from the useless Linggen Qingling, they also have a half-baked Huatu.

"Yes, they set it up against us, but I believe you can win."

Hua Zhiyang thought that Hua Xiaoran recognized his and Hua Zhixing's strengths. They were among the most capable people in the immortal cultivation sects.

Hua Zhiyang said with a solemn vow.

"Master, rest assured that my senior brother and I will definitely win this time, and we will protect Qingling and Huatu."

"Well, I believe you should eat now. You still have to exercise tomorrow. I won't say anything else. After dinner, you should rest early."

With Hua Xiaoran's level of cultivation, he doesn't need to eat, but in order to spend more time with Hua Zhiyang and the others, he eats all kinds of grains.

During the meal, they didn't talk much, each eating their own food. Although the Fenghua Sect was poor, they also believed in not talking while eating or sleeping.

Hua Xiaoran disappeared right after finishing his meal. Qingling didn't expect Hua Xiaoran to be so lazy. He still needed to use his spiritual power to cover such a short distance.

Hua Zhixing thought Qingling was worried about the competition, so he immediately looked at Qingling gently and said.

"Don't worry, Qingling. We will protect you on the day of the conference and will never let you get hurt."

"Thank you, senior brother."

"fine."

Qingling and the others finished their meal, and Qingling and Huatu were walking back to the dormitory. Qingling looked at Huatu's pale face and said.

"Sister, thank you."

"Huh? Why would Qingling thank me?"

"Because I know that bowl of chicken soup was made specially for me by you using your spiritual power."