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Chapter 61: Bing Xin Wu Gao(2/2)

Going further, the ice and snow became even worse.

Zhou Zheng could only try his best to hide all his vitals behind the buckler and trudge through the blizzard.

Scratches appeared constantly on the legs, shoulders, and outside of the arms. Drops of blood flew out and quickly solidified into ice.

He just kept moving forward, constantly estimating his own limits.

Suddenly there was no resistance ahead.

Zhou Zheng rushed forward two steps, immediately stabilized his body, hid behind the round shield and looked at the environment.

The blizzard was gone, and he broke into a palace made of ice crystals. There were ice sculptures everywhere, and furniture and statues made of shining ice crystals could be seen everywhere.

The furniture is all antique, and the shapes of the statues are quite interesting. They look like ice lemons, but their poses and painting styles are... magical girl transformation?

This scissor hand is simply amazing!

"Uh huh huh~"

There seemed to be singing coming from ahead.

Zhou Zheng stepped on the 'mirror', turned around several icy blue wardrobes, and saw the busy figure.

‘Bing Ning’ was wearing a chef’s hat and a white coat, holding a spoon in his left hand and a kitchen knife in his right hand, staring intently at the iron pot that made a beeping sound in front of him.

Not far in front of her was a 'jury's seat', with more than a dozen ice sculptures sitting in it.

In the first row are Feng Tong, Xiao Yue, Ao Ying, and two female fairies;

In the second row were several girls whom Zhou Zheng didn't know. They looked very young in appearance and temperament...students from the previous training class?

Zhou Zheng found himself in the third row, feeling a little relieved in his heart.

My position in Teacher Bing's heart is quite good! I have already reached the sixth or seventh place among outstanding students!

Zhou Zheng was thinking about how to wake up Bing Ning, but Bing Ning skillfully transferred the "big stew" from the iron pot to the plate. A little ice crystal figure jumped out from the side and shouted:

"Judges, please give your scores!"

A dozen ice sculptures below simultaneously erected '10 points' signs.

Zhou Zheng suddenly realized that Teacher Bing Ning longed for others to praise her cooking skills.

Uh, is this the obsession of an immortal?

Bing Ning, who received a perfect score, immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes. She strode around the stove and bowed to the ice sculptures in front of her with her hands behind her back. Beside her, there was an ice crystal villain holding up a trophy and a sign that read 'King of Kitchen'.

The king's banner...

"Um, teacher?"

Zhou Zheng couldn't help shouting.

He really couldn't stand it anymore!

If we don’t wake up the teacher, Teacher Bing’s character will collapse!

Bing Ning froze in place, then lowered her head and sighed. All the ice sculptures melted. She stood there as if she was a little lonely, muttering to herself:

"No one likes to eat my cooking?"

"I've eaten it before, and it tastes quite good." Zhou Zheng took two steps forward, "Teacher, everyone is worried about you. After you leave the formation, I will eat as much as you cook! This is the illusion formation, teacher!"

Bing Ning turned her head slightly and looked at his figure, with a slight smile on her lips.

Zhou Zheng shuddered. The icy blue in front of his eyes quickly retreated, and at the same time, the diffuse gray fog dissipated.

After a while, Zhou Zheng found himself standing in a field, surrounded by large areas of crooked crops;

Two meters in front of her, Bing Ning, who was wearing an ice blue dress, was kneeling on one knee with a sword in her right hand, her long hair flowing slowly in the night wind, and her skirt spread around her like a blooming ice lotus.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were ethereal and clear, and the aura around her was faintly rising.

But then, Zhou Zheng heard a message:

"You can't talk nonsense for a hundred years."

"I understand, I understand," Zhou Zheng grinned.

Bing Ning sheathed her sword and stood up. She frowned and looked at Zhou Zheng, who was covered in scratches. With a tap of her hand, a layer of ice crystals appeared on Zhou Zheng's wounds, and the scars were healing quickly.

"Don't worry about me if you encounter situations like this in the future."

"okay."

"besides."

Bing Ning glanced at Zhou Zheng for a few times, then lowered her head and floated past him, and a strand of hair crossed the bridge of Zhou Zheng's nose.

"Thank you."

Zhou Zheng scratched his head, turned around and followed him, his eyes reflecting on Bing Ning's back. She was tall and slender, with agile curves, but not that inaccessible.



"So, how do you want to solve this matter?"

A few minutes later, under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen Longchen garrison immortals, Zhou Zheng was surrounded by more than a dozen spiritual creatures.

Ling Qin'er pinched her waist and puffed out the corners of her mouth. As the representative of these spiritual creatures, she began to negotiate with Zhou Zheng.

"You really want us to call you master? And then we will hang around you from now on? Everyone is working for the Futian Alliance. This is a bit too much!"

Zhou Zheng pinched his chin and muttered seriously: "With a group of spiritual creatures in the house, eating is a big expense. I really can't afford to support them."

"Hello!"

Lingqin'er glared and cursed: "Who wants to eat your cat food!"

"Uh, do you eat cat food?"

"Bah, bah, bah, I'm not interested in that kind of thing. I eat whole grains! No, we've already gone off grain!"

Zhou Zheng smiled casually: "Okay, no more joking, there are so many immortals here, why not let them help us unlock this spiritual contract."

"Spiritual contract? What spiritual contract?"

Xiaoyue floated over on a cloud the size of a pillow. The dog's eyes were full of curiosity. He carefully looked at the collars around the necks of these spiritual creatures. The dog's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Compulsory spiritual contract, who tied it to you? Once this thing is tied, it cannot be untied. If the master dies and the servants are all dead, the servants will be fine."
Chapter completed!
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