Chapter 888: This pastry is her dish.

Ning Xuemo thought that the Emperor would directly take him back to his dormitory, but she still sent her to his side hall.
It was a little unexpected to her, but she was relieved.
She is in a special status now and has been sleeping with him all the time, she will be very uncomfortable.
She sensed her body first, after all, she was too tired and a bit sour. Fortunately, the soreness after taking a rest without exhaustion, it seemed that the hot spring was still very useful.
Feeling the power of the mind again, she was surprised to find that the Spirit Root of Fire was a lot thicker than before. It was only the size of a small finger, but now it is as thick and long as the middle finger. It is estimated that she can practice it for a few more days.
And Mu Linggen is more luxuriant and leafy, green like jade, looking more than two feet long in the past, looking extremely gratifying.
According to this momentum, she can practice for another ten days and eight days, and it is estimated that she can rise to the third level.
She finally got rid of the status of scrap material, and finally got rid of Ji Ji's identity!
Hahaha, from now on she will break out of her own world.
Ning Xuemo liked it, and couldn't help but dance a few steps on the bed.
I looked at the dress on her body. She was too sleepy this morning. She almost put her dress on with her eyes closed. She didn't look at the style. Now she can see that this dress is very simple but fits well. Soft and comfortable on the body, obviously this is an ancient version of pajamas.
She rinsed, opened a closet in the room, and found that there was a neat stack of new dresses in all colors: fiery red, light blue, pale pink ... and let Ning Xuemo be dizzy.
Is this for God?
Xuemo felt a warm feeling in her heart, picked a set, and dressed neatly, and then ran out of the side hall.
She was hungry. She was looking for something to eat. By the way, I would like to say hello to the Great God. After all, he is now his master, and she should have the proper etiquette.
She paused just after she went out.
In the twilight, Shen Jiuli was sitting at a small table under a grape stand in her yard.
There was tea and pastries on the table. He was sitting there drinking tea. He was not wearing a mask. The wind raised his robe horns and fluttered.
When he saw Ning Xuemo coming out, he glanced up and down: "Good looks." Then he gestured to the seat opposite with his chin: "Sit."
Ning Xuemo sat down opposite him, remembering his injury, looked at his face, his looks did not look bad, and his lips were red and white. It seems that his retreat has indeed fully recovered in the past few days.
Ning Xuemo finally let go of her heart. She looked at the cakes on the table, crystal clear and fragrant. It was even hot.
No need to taste, just smell the scent, she knows that these pastries are her dishes and meet her taste ...
She looked at the opposite Jiuli, who was drinking tea and had no intention of eating pastry, apparently for her.
Her heart warmed again: "This pastry is good!" After speaking, she felt more hungry and raised her hand to take a piece. Shenjiuli did not know where to find a white jade Xiao on her wrist. Her hands couldn't fall anymore.
Ning Xuemo looked at him puzzledly, not letting her eat?
Shen Jiuli faintly said, "This is Caitou. I can't eat it now."
"What colorful head?" Ning Xuemo was surprised.