Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Chapter 203 The Trial Conference Begins

When Mu Yun finally came back, the courtyard was already filled with silvery-white moonlight.

With a wave of his hand, two fragrant dishes were placed on the table in the room, one was stir-fried bamboo shoots, yam and black fungus, and a white porcelain casserole with a lid. Although it was invisible, the rich aroma was already wafting out of it.

Jiang Tingwan was so hooked that she jumped off the bed.

"What a nice smell... this smell... I guess it's chicken soup." She sat down directly at the table, almost leaning over to pounce on it.

Mu Yunzhong's gaze fell on the bare feet she had walked all the way here. She was quite used to it.

The next moment he withdrew his gaze, folded his arms and sat down, looking like he was worried.

Jiang Tingwan noticed that he had a strange expression on his face, but eating was the most important thing for her, so she no longer had the energy to guess what he was thinking. She immediately reached out to lift the lid, and the fresh aroma of chicken hit her face.

The golden chicken is so tender and juicy that you can easily pull it apart. The chicken fat floats on the soup like golden beads, making it quite appetizing. A few bright red wolfberries and black red dates are embedded in the milky white soup, like embellishments. Although simple, it is particularly tempting.

Jiang Tingwan immediately swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath of the delicious aroma, then quickly took a small bowl and couldn't wait to fill it with soup.

While serving, he asked, "It's so late, can we still find chicken?"

She didn't ask him where he bought the two dishes in front of him, but where he caught the chicken.

Mu Yunzhong said: "There are many restaurants in the city, it is not difficult to buy a chicken at this time."

"What about the kitchen?" Jiang Tingwan thought that it would be difficult for him to borrow the academy's kitchen. Wenhe Academy has the etiquette of hospitality. If people knew that their guests cook their own meals, wouldn't it be a slap in their faces?

"Of course I borrowed it by the way."

Jiang Tingwan seemed to have asked a few nonsense questions, but when Mu Yun finally answered, he realized that she had already tacitly acknowledged that the two dishes were made by her.

Yes, you have already found a restaurant, why do you still have to cook it yourself?

Mu Yun finally seemed to realize this problem. He looked at Jiang Tingwan again, and the soup she had just served was placed in front of him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that he didn't need it, but stopped for some reason.

"What are you standing there for? We agreed to eat together." Seeing that he was still holding his arms and not moving, Jiang Tingwan urged him, "If I eat alone, it will seem like I'm ordering you around."

As she said this, Mu Yunzhong glanced at her. Wasn't he being ordered around?

But Jiang Tingwan held the bowl and drank with peace of mind.

The bowl in her hand also turned 180 degrees with her movement, and the bottom of the bowl instantly faced the sky.

"Sha..."

She sighed with satisfaction, and her stomach, which had been empty for a long time, finally felt warm and comfortable after drinking the bowl of hot soup.

"Your cooking skills are still good. I've eaten so many dishes at Xiankelai before, but their chefs can't compare to you when it comes to this chicken soup alone. A bunch of delicacies from land and sea are not as good as your few wolfberries. Those things look fancy and cover up the fragrance of the chicken itself."

Jiang Tingwan only drank a bowl of soup and published an article. It was a sincere and emotional article. "The truth is that simplicity is the best way to achieve success. This is true even for cooking."

Mu Yun finally stared at her intently, and actually felt satisfied by her words. Seeing her eating so happily, his own appetite seemed to be aroused, and he smiled unconsciously.

He immediately put down his hands, picked up the bowl of soup in front of him and started drinking.

Seeing Mu Yun finally picking up the bowl, Jiang Tingwan's gaze fell on the top of his head again.

Sure enough, the number dropped again.

931

929

A familiar scene was played out again before the three-month deadline. Jiang Tingwan suddenly felt emotional. This kid was so easy to be conquered. As long as you treat him a little bit nicely, he would be shaken.

He would be happy even if someone praised his cooking skills.

But to be honest, his craftsmanship is really good, and she is not exaggerating.

At this moment, she suddenly didn't care so much about the ending, and suddenly wondered if it would be nice to just stay with him for the rest of her life?

But as soon as this idea came up, it was rejected.

This idea was very dangerous. She couldn't think like that and couldn't forget that she was not from this world.

Over the next two days, Jiang Tingwan and Mu Yunzhong got along very well.

When Mu Yunzhong was practicing, Jiang Tingwan lay beside him and took a nap.

In addition to eating, sleeping is also a way of recovery. This body has suffered all that torture before, and now it finally has a chance to have a good rest.

If I wake up in the evening, I have food to eat and then go back to sleep.

This kind of day is simply too good to be true. Jiang Tingwan just wants to enjoy it more.

The morning light once again cast its light into the house. The morning light is always soft. Jiang Tingwan just turned over slightly, which did not affect her sleep at all. However, the approaching footsteps made Mu Yun finally turn her head away.

The next moment, he appeared outside the door, and Lin Shuyu's hand, which was about to knock on the door, froze in the air.

"Junior Brother Mu, you came out just in time. We should go to the trial field. Junior Sister Mu sent a message saying that the head master will not be there for the first three days, so we should go by ourselves and come back directly after the competition. Junior Sister Mu has been waiting at the gate for a while."

While Lin Shuyu was talking, Meng Ziyuan, Mo Shaoyang and Mo Shaoyu just came out of the house.

Mu Qingge at the gate of the courtyard also bowed to them.

"Brothers, it's time to set off."

Mu Yunzhong glanced behind him, and finally just nodded and closed the door behind him.

But his action caused Lin Shuyu to look at him subconsciously, and then he glanced towards the house unconsciously, frowning in confusion.

He couldn't tell why, but he felt that Mu Yunzhong's action was like he was hiding something in the house.

But what could be hidden? Forget it, let's go to the trial field first.

Under the guidance of the academy disciples, a total of six disciples from Sanyuan Sect entered the trial field of Wenhe Academy.

It was a huge square that could accommodate hundreds of people. There were three platforms in the middle for competitions. The huge branches and leaves of the sycamore trees also extended here. A single trunk was particularly long, and it seemed as if it was specially extended here.

Jade lanterns that only light up at night hang on the lush branches, but what makes this branch different from other sycamore branches is that many of the leaves on this branch are golden.

"It is said that each trial conference lasts for ten days, but there are so many disciples from the immortal sects and only three trial platforms. How can the top 100 disciples from the immortal sects be decided in such a short time?" Mo Shaoyu asked in confusion as he looked at the densely packed people in the square and the only three competition platforms.

Lin Shuyu looked at the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought. He looked at the people from Wenhe Academy meaningfully after realizing it belatedly. "No wonder. What's missing from this Tournament Record?"

"What's missing?" Mo Shaoyu asked immediately.

The others also looked at Lin Shuyu who suddenly realized something.

"Although the 'Competition Record' compiled by Wenhe Academy records in detail every match between the top 100 immortal sects and the performance of the 100 immortal sects in each session, the academy's own records are only superficial. For example, how to make hundreds of immortal sect disciples decide the top 100 within ten days is a summary."

It turns out that even Wenhe Academy, which claims to be a place for recording and sharing, is not completely selfless.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the people in the academy, and it was at this moment that representatives from the three sects walked up the stairs.

Zhao Liyang of Ziyang Zhenzong sat down directly, and Pei Xuanzhi could naturally sit down as well because of his seniority and status.

Among the three sects, only Wei Tianqing of Jiuxiao Xian Pavilion still observed some etiquette. He politely bowed to several elders from other sects before sitting down.