Although Xueer disagreed with one hundred, Qing'er spoke up and Xueer couldn't refute her face.

So Mu Yang followed Qing'er with a little calculation in his heart and walked towards the kitchen.

When passing by Xueer, Mu Yang turned his head and stuck out his tongue at her, showing off his pride.

Xue'er just pretended that she didn't see her, as the saying goes, she doesn't see her, and she doesn't feel upset.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw a large desk four or five meters long, filled with all kinds of fresh vegetables.

On the right is an old stove. In Muyang's previous life, this two-pot stove was often used in his hometown in rural areas.

Cooking rice in a large pot and boiling water in a small pot is quite practical. I didn’t expect that there would be such a design here.

There is also a stove on the left, but it is a one-pot cooking stove.

As for the cabinets at the back, there are various meats placed, and there are also magic circles on the surfaces of these cabinets.

Qing'er said that these magic circles can keep fresh and extend the storage time of dishes.

Mu Yang was amazed. In his impression, the magic array was either an attack type with sword energy flying around, or a defensive type like an egg shell, and the most common teleportation array in the novel.

I really didn't expect that such a high-end thing could be used as a refrigerator.

Mu Yang became more and more curious about things like magic circles.

In Lingwu Continent, there seems to be nothing that the magic circle cannot do.

Mu Yang was observing the kitchen when suddenly, a big axe slashed towards him!

Fortunately, Mu Yang was quick-witted and caught it: "Damn it! You want to murder!"

Qing'er didn't even look at Mu Yang. She walked to the chopping board to pick up the kitchen knife, picked up a big white radish and started cutting it: "Go, chop firewood, and then fetch water to cook rice."

Mu Yang snorted coldly, carried the axe, and swayed towards the stove on the right.

There are a lot of dead wood here, and it is just right to make firewood.

However, dead woods that were almost two meters high were piled by the wall, "All... have been chopped?"

"What is a big man doing? Of course it's all! I've got my hands on it! I've finished chopping it!"

"No, sister, you will finish your work with an axe when you shake your spiritual power?"

"Yes, use the firewood you chop with your own hands to make the rice taste good, and the valley master will be the one who tastes."

Mu Yang understood that Qing'er's good words are all appearances, and beautiful women are all liars. This sentence is indeed the truth.

Mu Yang is not stupid, so he won’t be stupid and chopping firewood with an axe.

"You just target me, and you will regret it one day."

Mu Yang muttered, threw the axe aside, and then took out his Longyang sword from the space!

Touching the shiny sword body, Mu Yang nodded with satisfaction.

But Brother Dog widened his eyes: "Damn! What are you going to do?! This is the Longyang Sword! A treasure that can be upgraded! A three-patterned spiritual weapon! What do you want to do when you take it out at this time!"

Even Brother Dog saw Mu Yang’s thoughts.

Mu Yang smiled and said lightly: "It's nothing, just chop some firewood, don't be nervous."

"You're just wasting your resources!"

However, Mu Yang no longer paid attention to it, picked a piece of wood out and placed it on the wooden pier, held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, raised it over his head, and slashed it down hard.

Click!

The wood is divided into two.

But Mu Yang stopped in place and fell into deep thought: "Huh? Why don't you feel it? It's like cutting vegetables and melons."

Brother Dog roared in the space with heartache: "Nonsense! This is a three-patterned spiritual weapon! Even iron can be cut, just a piece of wood is considered a bird!"

Mu Yang took another piece of wood and thought, let's try to split it twice this time.

Mu Yang waved his sword again, first slashed it vertically, and then waved his sword horizontally while the wood was not paying attention.

A piece of wood was split into four pieces by Mu Yang.

"I'm so awesome, this is called Muyang Cross Killing!"

Immediately afterwards, Mu Yang chopped more than a dozen pieces in succession, and his techniques became more and more skillful.

"Hey? Isn't it useless to chop one piece of cake like this? I want to chop three pieces!"

As he said that, Mu Yang took three more pieces of wood and lined up them on the ground.

Brother Dog was so angry that he was furious: "You can use a lot of money to split a few pieces! What kind of unethical things did Long Yang Jian do in his previous life? He will be in this life with a master like you!"

Mu Yang didn't listen to what Brother Dog said. When the wood was laid out, he continued to chop it down.

However, this time the cross cut was not so successful, and a piece of wood slashed a little.

Mu Yang was not convinced, so he took three pieces of wood and repeated it over and over again, and the speed became faster and faster, and even used spiritual power to assist.

"Add two more pieces!"

Mu Yang was so excited that he changed it to five pieces of wood to make it together.

Then, just as he was about to take action, a flash of inspiration flashed.

"I have to bend over on the ground. Isn't that hard? Don't I have spiritual power to use?"

Mu Yang tried to release his spiritual power and controlled all the wood to float up!

"This will save you much more trouble."

Mu Yang smiled, turned the long sword in his hand, and used the storm of the wind sword!

With only a few sounds, five pieces of wood were split into more than a dozen pieces by Mu Yang.

Then, with a light stroke, the firewood all flew to the corner of the wall and neatly formed a pile.

"Come again!"

Mu Yang, who had tasted fun, took action again, chopping firewood and practicing swords, and his control of spiritual power became more and more proficient.

He was not just intoxicated with fun, but rigorously set conditions for himself, such as how big each wood is to be split into, from which angle...

While completing the task of chopping firewood, Mu Yang also honed his sword skills.

Qing'er, who was by the desk, glanced at Mu Yang curiously, and couldn't help but admire her. This person was not as cynical as he looked. He could practice swords even when chopping firewood, and he was quite hardworking.

After a while, Mu Yang chopped enough firewood.

A pile of firewood is neatly placed beside the wall, almost every piece is the same size. Just a glance makes people feel very comfortable and perfectly cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Then in the painful eyes of Brother Dog, Mu Yang put away the Longyang sword and picked up the bucket beside him.

Then... Mu Yang's hands trembled, remembering the scene of being pitted and hitting so many buckets of water in the ruins.

"Oh, the past is like smoke. Let it go. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Just find an opportunity to settle the accounts back. Sister Qing'er, where are you fetching water?"

Qing'er pointed to a door next to the cabinet behind her and said, "Go out from here, there is a well outside."

"Okay." Mu Yang opened the door with the bucket in his arms. There was a bamboo forest outside the door. After walking for less than two steps, he was a well.

When he arrived here, the dog brother recovered from Mu Yang's waste of resources and asked, "Mu Yang, what delicious food to make today. I see that they have thousands of ingredients in the kitchen!"

Mu Yang said while fucking the water: "You can't be full today. I mainly show my skills to the old man. As the saying goes, if you want to grab a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach. When I pull the old man over, wouldn't you be able to walk sideways? Hahaha."

"Damn you... Could it be that there is a pink loli moan living in the body of a macho man!"

"roll!"
Chapter completed!