"The tomato sauce I made some time ago, does it taste good?" Song Zhi asked.
Mo Xiuyao looked at her and asked, "Where do you get so many strange ideas in your head?"
He had discovered a long time ago that Song Zhi could always match all kinds of irrelevant ingredients and make all kinds of strange and delicious food.
"It's not that my ideas are amazing, but you're too inexperienced." Song Zhi looked at him affectionately. Mo Xiuyao glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and Song Zhi immediately sat up straight.
The mountain forest was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the air was pleasant. The moist air had dispersed the chill, and the wind passed through the treetops, grass, and between the fingers. Song Zhi and Mo Xiuyao sat casually on the ground, as if they were one with the world. Song Zhi felt bored after sitting for a while and wanted to take Mo Xiuyao out for a walk. In the end, when she turned around, she saw that he was focused on eating the watermelon in the flower and fruit tea.
"Sir Demon Lord, I want to go out for a walk." Song Zhi's lips twitched.
"Go then," he said. The Demon Lord did not even raise his head.
Song Zhi knew that this would be the result. She did not persuade him to come with her and left on her own. She had stayed in the Demon's Note Valley for a few months and had gone to almost every corner. However, she was never tired of the scenery here. Instead, she felt refreshed every time she looked at it. For example, the Demon's Note Valley in spring was completely different from the one in autumn and winter.
"If it wasn't so humid, this would be a good place to retire." Song Zhi walked forward leisurely. When she looked up, she could see the huge seal in the sky. It was the center of all the formations and barriers. It was like a calming pill in the hearts of all the Immortal sects. Song Zhi picked wildflowers as she walked. As a result, the further she walked, the colder it became. The plants and flowers around her gradually withered. When she was almost at the edge of the barrier, the ground was already covered in snow...
This white layer should be snow, right? Song Zhi rubbed her arms hesitantly. She was about to squat down and observe when the Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciple who was guarding the Demon's Note Valley suddenly turned around. She was so frightened that she quickly hid in the grass.
When the Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples heard the commotion, a trace of hesitation flashed across their eyes. They hurriedly called the people beside them to enter the barrier. Song Zhi, on the other hand, heard their footsteps getting closer and closer. She was so scared that her heart almost stopped beating. She was on tenterhooks while scolding herself for being too carried away. Why did she come here for no reason?
The footsteps got closer and closer, and finally came to the grass. Song Zhi was so nervous that she almost forgot to breathe. Just as she was struggling to decide whether to continue hiding until she was discovered or to turn around and ask Mo Xiuyao for help, one of the Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples stared at the deep forest for a long time and suddenly said, "This is too strange. Quickly report this to the Sect Master."
"So we're not going to continue looking? The commotion just now should have come from here?" the other person asked. Although Song Zhi was blocked by the thick grass, she knew that the person who spoke must be pointing in her direction. She swallowed her saliva silently and one of her feet silently got into a position to escape.
However, the next second, the other person said, "It's probably a wild rabbit that's causing the commotion. Recently, there's been a flood of rabbits here."
"Not only wild rabbits, but also wild chickens, ducks, field rats, and so on. They're not even idle in the winter!" The voices of the two Purple Cloud Sword Sect disciples were getting further and further away. Song Zhi heaved a sigh of relief and quietly returned the way she came. When she was about to reach the picnic, she could not help but run.
"Demon Lord! Sir Demon Lord..." Mo Xiuyao looked up at her, and Song Zhi rushed straight to him. She almost did not stop in time. "Sir Demon Lord, I seem to have been exposed!"
"Speak slowly." Mo Xiuyao passed a cup of flower and fruit tea to Song Zhi.
Song Zhi took it and finished it in one gulp. Only then did she realize that there was only tea in the cup, and all the fruits and other small ingredients had been eaten by him! Forget it, it was not the time to be calculative about this. Song Zhi tugged at his sleeve and told him everything that had happened in detail. Finally, she asked, "What do we do? The people from the Purple Cloud Sword Sect won't let out dogs to bite me, will they?"
Mo Xiuyao glanced at her. "If they had found you, they would have taken you away long ago. They wouldn't have let you come back."
"But those two disciples clearly said that there was something strange about the Demon's Note Valley, and they even said that they would report it to the Sect Master!" Song Zhi's eyes widened.
Mo Xiuyao picked up a french fry and said slowly, "It doesn't matter."
Song Zhi snatched his fries away and said pitifully, "Sir Demon Lord..."
"It'll be fine," Mo Xiuyao snatched the fries back again. Song Zhi wanted to snatch them back again, but Mo Xiuyao gave her a look and she immediately became obedient.