Chapter 270: Chapter 270 I See You Have the Talent for Demon Cultivation

Thinking back, Xiao Jinsheng deliberately annoyed me that time so much that I didn’t even eat dinner.

This time, Mo Jiao brought the plate back again and called her over: "Get downstairs for breakfast if you’re awake."

"Coming~" Xiao Jinsheng responded, ready to dash downstairs.

Then she paused and reconsidered.

She stopped at the stairs, looking down at him.

Intentionally showcasing an expression of 30% coldness, 30% sarcasm, and 40% nonchalance: "Man, what kind of food requires this CEO to personally come downstairs?"

To be honest.

When people feel helpless, calling the cops often crosses their minds.

It’s the same for snakes.

Mo Jiao, wrapped in black mist, directly scooped Xiao Jinsheng off the stairs.

He pressed her shoulders gently and made her sit obediently at the dining table.

Then, he grabbed a steamed dumpling and brought it to her lips: "CEO, please eat."

"Now this feels right." Xiao Jinsheng nodded in satisfaction.

After taking a bite, she kept chewing and suddenly noticed something was off: "This isn’t made by Huaiqing."

"No," Mo Jiao replied with a cold chuckle.

Xiao Jinsheng savored it carefully.

It was meat-filled, but she couldn’t tell what kind.

The flavor was unfamiliar.

"Who made it?" Xiao Jinsheng asked.

"Me," Mo Jiao answered.

"Aren’t you more into dishwashing than cooking?" Xiao Jinsheng said in surprise.

"Stop asking." Mo Jiao held the remaining half of the dumpling to her lips: "Are you going to eat this or not?"

"Of course I’ll eat." Xiao Jinsheng opened her mouth and bit into the remaining half.

She took her time, tasting it more carefully this time around.

Still, she couldn’t figure out exactly what kind of meat was inside.

Suspicious, she glanced at Mo Jiao: "Li loves feeding us pre-made dishes. What kind of filling is this? Don’t tell me it’s pre-made meat?"

"Fiddler crab." Mo Jiao replied, picking up another dumpling to feed her: "Tasty?"

"Fiddler crab? Sounds familiar." Xiao Jinsheng pondered.

seeing it in one of Su Ye’s

creature that looked a

be used to create chewy, fresh

Ye’s recipe book." Mo Jiao said, his violet gaze landing on the panther ears amidst her black hair. He spoke softly: "The recipe book was something you left behind in the living

Xiao Jinsheng clearly enjoying the fiddler

tried it, and it

he wondered aloud: "Doesn’t just reading

saw the book titled ’Culinary Mastery in

listened and immediately gave Mo Jiao a thumbs

after cleaning up his room, came

cold stare returned

Li was the one who always broke

a new troublemaker, Su Ye, who also

fine—if that’s

Jiao contemplated, deciding he wouldn’t

between the two men as she

and the others trickled in, Xiao Jinsheng initially

serious matters to

real action always came

the Demon Territory from the Realm Core, she ran into Lou Yan Zhi climbing

disappear the moment night falls,"

Demon Territory, at the

consisted only

Jinsheng and her nine Beast Husbands would enter the

and the Cannibal

Yan Zhi alone, stuck in a castle eerily quiet

at least he didn’t have to

no one to talk to, even Lou

seeking Mist Continent’s

Star Level cockroach alive on Mist

spread that Lou Yan Zhi spent his nights chatting with the cockroach until the poor

frowned and asked: "What gender is

Lou Yan Zhi replied,

Xiao Jinsheng’s gaze

Insect Clans reproduce far too

challenging to

had no intention of leaving

it?" Lou Yan

Xiao Jinsheng, he backed away fearfully:

it really bothers you, we can always kill it instead—electrocute it or something," Lou Yan Zhi

It’s the last surviving interstellar insect—might still be useful," Xiao

Zhi said,

glanced at him

for Demon Cultivation," Lou Yan Zhi

him, only for Lou Yan Zhi to explain: "All things in existence have their purpose

the Cultivation World, killing is tolerated, but not like

Yan Zhi

Straight-up chemically castrating it.

his decisive action. She consoled him: "It

tree outside the window was

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