Gong Siwen stuck the torch in his hand into the hole and said,""Although the cave is more suitable for closed door cultivation, the environment is indeed not as good as the outside. I was worried that you would not be used to living here, so I took the liberty to empty one of your rooms and decorated it a little. It is still a little simple, I hope you don't mind.”
Luolan felt a little warm in her heart and touched. Her voice softened a little."How could that be? It's only been ten days, and you've already found such a good place and decorated it like this. We can slowly set it up in the future."
"I originally thought that I would only use it for a few days of seclusion and would not come back in the future, so I only moved these things. If I had known that you would want to use this place as a secret base, I would have brought some decorations.”Gong Siwen said regretfully.
"As for decoration, aren't there many flowers in the valley? They're even more beautiful than those in the palace.”Luolan smiled.
"Yes." Huandu Luolan nodded and watched Gong Siwen leave. Then, she sat cross-legged on the soft bed and began to cultivate in an inexplicably happy mood. A faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
Luolan, the capital of Huan, was not in a critical stage of her seclusion yet. She could stop anytime, so she did not need to be on guard all the time. Gong Siwen was not worried at all. He left the valley and began searching the nearby area. Soon, Gong Siwen returned with two fat rabbits and three pheasants.
In the lower reaches of the pond, Gong Siwen was a little unfamiliar with plucking feathers and skinning. He casually threw the internal organs aside and soon attracted a few centipedes, poisonous ants, and other poisonous creatures. Because the valley was filled with miasma and countless poisonous flowers and plants, most of the small animals living in the valley were poisonous. Gong Siwen had to leave the valley first to hunt.
The three pheasants were stuffed with spices. There were no lotus leaves in the canyon, but Gong Siwen found a flower with huge leaves. The leaves of this flower did not have the bitterness or stench of ordinary leaves. Instead, they emitted a faint fragrance, which was very pleasant to smell.
Gong Siwen didn't know the name of this flower, but since it grew in this canyon, it was 90% poisonous. But who cared? She was immune to all poisons. As long as it wasn't one of the top 50 poisons in the Southern Kingdom, she could completely ignore it. Luolan was even more powerful. The number one poison was useless to her. Even if she was really poisoned, a mouthful of Five Poison Honey Treasure Wine would be enough. If it really didn't work, she could still use immortal wine.
Therefore, Gong Siwen plucked three leaves without any pressure, wrapped the pheasant up, covered it with mud, dug a pit, and buried it. He lit a bonfire on it and roasted the hare.
Gong Siwen knew that Luolan liked bright red flowers the most, followed by purple. Gong Siwen mainly picked flowers of these two colors. If he thought the others were really beautiful, he would also pick them.
A silver-white marten poked its head out from the grass. It looked around and saw that there were no dangerous creatures. Finally, it could not resist the temptation of the roasted meat. It carefully crawled out and approached the bonfire with extreme caution.
At first, it was still vigilant. It looked around carefully as it ate. Its two little ears were propped up and kept turning to listen to the movements around it. However, after a while, nothing happened. It was completely immersed in the roasted meat. It had never eaten such delicious food in its life!
When Gong Siwen came back, he saw a silver-white little thing lying on the grill with its back facing him. In front of it, half of the roasted rabbit had disappeared. One had to know that this one weighed five to six pounds. He really did not know how this little thing ate it!
Gong Siwen walked over with a dark expression. He didn't know if it was because he had eaten too much that his senses were affected or if he was completely engrossed in the barbecue and automatically blocked out the movements of the outside world, but this little thing was still gorging herself!
Heh. Gong Siwen sneered. I've never seen such an arrogant person in my life…Marten.
Gong Siwen reached out with lightning speed and grabbed the fur on the small sable's neck, lifting it up.
With such a sudden change, Little Marten's entire body instantly froze. Gong Siwen even felt that the thing in his hand was not a live marten, but a marten that had been dead for a long time and its corpse was stiff.
Soon after, Little Marten's four legs started to scratch wildly in the air. It kept turning its head around, wanting to bite Gong Siwen's hand. Unfortunately, Gong Siwen was holding onto its neck. No matter how it struggled, it could not bite Gong Siwen.
"How dare you steal my food? This little thing sure has guts. Since you've eaten the roasted rabbit meat, why don't I roast you to make it up to you? Although it was a little light, there should still be some meat.”Gong Siwen said.
As Gong Siwen spoke, he moved his hand closer to the bonfire. The little thing stopped struggling and turned its head toward Gong Siwen. It looked at Gong Siwen pitifully with its watery eyes. It put its two front paws together and kept bowing to Gong Siwen.
Those pitiful eyes could melt the hearts of all young girls!
Although Gong Siwen wasn't a young girl, she still couldn't bear to roast the little thing and eat it when she saw how intelligent it was.
"Forget it, I won't roast you for now." Gong Siwen withdrew his hand. Little Marten was incomparably excited as it repeatedly bowed with its hands folded in front of its chest and continuously nodded its little head.
Gong Siwen placed the two roasted rabbits to the side. With a wave of his sleeve, he blew out the bonfire with his powerful magic power, and the firewood was blown to the side.
With one hand holding the small marten, he used the Qingping Sword to poke at the spot where the bonfire had burned a few times with the other hand, digging out three lumps of soil.
"Roasted in a high-temperature stove, seafood and mountain delicacies hidden in the stomach. The meat is tender and the bones are crispy and melted in the throat. The color is fresh and the teeth are beautiful.”Gong Siwen chanted softly. This was specifically meant for beggar's chicken. Although it was not a poem passed down from ancient times, it still stimulated the power of the Book of Songs.
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