"But you haven't said why you didn't ask about it yourself."

"..."

Dongfang Sansan is autistic.

…

early morning.

Several clear birdsong sounded.

Fang Che walked out of the room and saw thirty-five people in the yard, all sitting neatly under the flower stand.

All the mess caused by drinking last night has been cleaned up.

One by one, they closed their eyes and performed the exercises.

Cherish this opportunity.

Ye Meng is busy in the kitchen. In this elegant garden, there is Lingxiao rice that cannot be seen outside; it is the Lingxiao rice grown from the Lingxiao vine outside.

Fang Che simply asked Ye Meng to steam two large pots and make two buckets of porridge.

The rice vat, which was not a big one, was completely empty.

At this moment, it was served steaming hot.

Suddenly the aura in the air became a little more intense.

I left a copy in the room, belonging to Ye Meng.

There are also thirty-nine bowls of spiritual rice and thirty-nine bowls of porridge.

Fang Che brought three portions of rice and three portions of porridge to Old Man Shen and others.

Then come back.

When I saw these guys still pretending to practice, I almost laughed out loud and said, "Everyone wake up, come and drink porridge."

Everyone immediately opened their eyes at the same time, and each of them said: "It smells so good."

"Xiangba, one bowl of porridge and one bowl of rice for each person."

Fang Che laughed loudly: "Your sister-in-law did it herself."

"Sister-in-law is so kind."

"Boss Fang is so lucky..."

Then these guys started eating, and they really didn't want to waste a grain of rice.

Some of them finished the porridge, and even used their spiritual energy to turn it into water, poured it into the bowl, washed the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone knows that absorbing the essence of heaven and earth transformed from Lingxiao Vine overnight and eating a meal of Lingxiao rice in the morning complement each other and maximize the benefits.

Just absorbing it this night, a bowl of rice and a bowl of porridge in the morning are enough to compare with three months of hard work for everyone.

Moreover, this is the foundation, and it cannot be compared with the cultivation level.

This kind of thing, even for big families like Feng Yuxue and Feng Xiangdong and others, although they are direct bloodlines, such good things are generally not available to them.

How many of the ancestors above who are about to end their lifespan need to hang their lives?

This kind of spiritual creature from heaven and earth can finally produce some fruits, but how can it really be eaten as food?

This small bowl of rice is the total amount of Lingxiao rice from a family like Feng Yuxue that can be given to the younger generation in half a year.

Because this thing is only available in the headquarters. Only the headquarters has this kind of formation that condenses the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is also in the formation that Dongfang Military Advisor personally established before losing the connection with heaven and earth.

Elsewhere, there is none at all.

But today, Fang Che simply took it all out, cooked and ate it directly. And he distributed it evenly.

Everyone among the thirty-five was inexplicably impressed.

"Boss Fang is so generous today, I will never forget it in my life!"

Feng Xiangdong Yuzhongkuang, the leader, led everyone to salute and bow neatly.

"It's just some rice. I don't even know what it is. Since it's placed here, it's naturally for entertaining guests."

Fang Che downplayed it.

Everyone laughed bitterly.

Even a ghost would not believe this.

Lord Jian's residence, Lingxiao Mi, has the same origin as Lingxiao Vine. No matter how slow you are, you can tell it at a glance.

What's more, can't you feel the spiritual energy contained in it?

Xue Wanren stepped forward and whispered: "Boss Fang, let's just eat like this. Master Jian won't be angry, right?"

"If he was angry, he wouldn't arrange for me to live here."

Fang Che smiled. He understood this very clearly.

Ningxuejian made it clear that he wanted to benefit himself.

Although Fang Che didn't understand the reason, it was certain that Ningxue Jian wouldn't say anything even if he took away the things in Graceland.

And except for a small tank of rice, there is basically nothing else.

Over there, Old Man Shen and three other people also finished eating their rice and came over with glowing faces.

"Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and digest it."

Zhao Shanhe frowned: "You will set off for the martial arts competition soon, and you are still stunned."

Fang Che said firmly: "It doesn't matter, you'll be fine if you eat slowly. We don't know about other Wuhou levels and Martial Emperor levels, but for the King level battle, if we people can't go there, then it's for sure that it won't start."

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter.

What this sentence says is indeed the truth: all the players who participated in the selection competition are here now.

If they don't go, they really can't compare.

The old man said sadly: "If that's true, then I have to congratulate all thirty-six of you. I guess every one of you can be remembered in Master Jiu's heart."

Suddenly everyone's expressions turned bitter.

This kind of number cannot be registered.

Sit down quickly and do some exercise.

An Ruoxing and three others were also sitting on the outside, practicing their skills and protecting the law.

The old man snorted and said while practicing his skills: "Zhao Shanhe, you have benefited greatly this time. If you don't know it in the future, you will be really ungrateful."

Zhao Shanhe's face turned bitter.

Because he himself knows that he will definitely be "unprepared" in the future.

I really want to know what I'm doing, but the problem is... it doesn't matter what I say.

…

At the beginning of Chen time.

Everyone set off at the same time.

Zhao Shanhe led the team to the King Level Selection Arena Arena.

Ye Meng followed Fang Che a little shyly.

Tan Dashi quietly walked up to Ye Meng and asked quietly as he walked: "Sister-in-law, where is your sister now?"

Suddenly, the other thirty-four people pricked up their ears at the same time.

Ye Meng was stunned, opened her big round eyes, and said in surprise: "My sister?"

"Yes. Your sister." Feng Xiangdong and others felt something was wrong.

Ye Meng blinked and looked at Fang Che.

This guy must be talking nonsense again.

Fang Che coughed and said, "Your sister-in-law doesn't have a sister. Are you mistaken?"

Now that the purpose of provoking internal strife last night has been achieved, of course the truth must be clarified. Otherwise, will I really be responsible for being a matchmaker for them?

Everyone was dumbfounded. They stopped and turned around, looking at Ye Meng: "Sister-in-law, you... don't have a sister?"

"Yeah...I don't have a sister."

Ye Meng blinked and smiled brightly: "Who told you that I have a sister?"

"..."

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Immediately, there was a collective explosion.

When he turned around again, he saw that Fang Che, who was at the front of the queue, had no shadow.
To be continued...