Rebirth of the Zombie King: Abducting a Human Bun

Chapter 312

The tone of Yunmeng poem is very soft and waxy. It sounds like a child, "no, as long as I purify the external energy in the sea of soul, my spiritual power doesn't have to continue to suppress the external energy in the sea of soul, I will return to normal."

Not only the tone became childish and soft, but also the eyes and movements became different.

Everyone looked at this cloud dream poem. Compared with the previous ones, although there was no change in appearance and voice, it gave people a feeling that it was just different.

Especially Mo Hongyuan, in his heart, Yunmeng poetry is the invincible king. Seeing such Yunmeng poetry, he was really surprised that his chin fell off.

"Little, miss, do you know that you are very different now from before?" Mo Hongyuan stammered in surprise.

Yunmengshi shook her head. Her eyes were black and bright. It was as clear as a pool of water. Qiao pengran's heart was itching. She wanted to hold yunmengshi in her arms and caress her well.

Mo Hongyuan sighed. When will his wise and mighty king come back!

Yunmengshi looked at Qiao pengran with a coquettish tone, "pengran, I want to eat."

Joe's heart was sprouted even more. He liked all kinds of small poems, but he had not seen such small poems that were spoiled by him. He had no resistance to small poems, but now he became even more resistant. No matter what Yunmeng poetry requires, he will find a way to realize it.

Gu Yang is the most calm among the people. What she cares about is the person's soul. The soul remains unchanged. Other changes are not changes in her eyes.

Gu Bai smiled and said silently in his heart, boss, you must seize the opportunity and start first when Mengshi is soft and cute.

"OK, let's eat." without asking other people's opinions, Joe raised his tone, took out a big dinner table from the space, and then quickly took out the food already prepared by childlike innocence, quickly put it on the table, blinked, and there were a lot of drooling food in front of everyone.

"Boss, can we have dinner?" Gu Bai was hungry for a long time. Looking at the table full of delicious food, he couldn't help it for a long time.

Joe looked at him fiercely, pointed to the simple dishes on the edge of the table and said, "that's your food. These are all poems." he pointed to 80% of the table and said. What's more important than your baby's stomach?

Yunmengshi looked at the dishes on the table and sat expectantly at the side of the table. Qiao guanran sat next to her and took yunmengshi's fancy to the dishes with his chopsticks. All of them are put in the bowl in front of Yunmeng poem.

Yunmengshi's small face is bulging like a chipmunk. His mouth is full of food, which is specially prepared for yunmengshi by childlike innocence. Others looked at the two people with a sad face, especially the Knicks. They didn't even eat food and stared at the two people.

But they didn't seem to notice the hot eyes of Knicks. One ate happily and the other ate happily.

Qiao guanran's chopsticks hardly contain anything for himself. His chopsticks have been wandering on yunmengshi and the dishes on the table.

Half an hour later, almost all the food on the table went into yunmengshi's stomach. As long as there was food in her powerful stomach, she digested it immediately.

If the food on the table is not gone, yunmengshi will continue to eat.

"Delicious." yunmengshi's dark eyes were full of satisfaction, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood.

"I'm going to practice," said yunmengshi after dinner.

Although only one tenth of her mental power controlled her body, which led to a great change in her temperament, yunmengshi still didn't forget what she should do.

Qiao pengran wanted to follow yunmengshi into her room, but yunmengshi stood at the door with a blank expression, "pengran, what are you doing?"

"I, I, I..." Qiao pengran me for a long time and didn't say why. Facing such a simple and cute poem, he really didn't know how to express it.

"I'm going to practice. Of course, you have to go to bed," said yunmengshi.

Qiao congran nodded helplessly. It seems that no matter what kind of poem it is, the heart of prevention is so important.

"OK, I'll have a rest." Joe's tone was full of regret and didn't have a room with Xiaoshi.

Yunmengshi slammed the door, shut Qiao guanran out of the door and added defense. Yunmengshi sat on the ground and began to meditate.

Only meditation can purify the external energy in the sea of soul and cannot expel it. Therefore, cloud dream poetry can restore nine tenths of the spiritual power to the original position. Meditation is the best and fastest way.

In fact, at the beginning, Yunmeng poetry also considered gray beads, but beads have no function of purifying external energy. They can only supplement spiritual power and repair the crystal wall of the soul.

Therefore, Yunmeng poetry can only choose meditation to purify foreign powers.

One night passed quickly, and the time in meditation always passed quickly. After yunmengshi woke up, she checked her soul sea for the first time. She was excited that the external energy had been purified a little, although she would find it only when she looked carefully.

One tenth of the mental strength returned to the body, and yunmengshi sat up from the ground.

Opening the door, Qiao pengran waited for her at the door with breakfast as usual. Yunmengshi showed the excitement of a child and said, "pengran, I'm hungry."

Somehow, the body controlled by one tenth of the mental force suddenly became a eater. Qiao guanran is fond of this. As long as Xiaoshi has something he likes, he will have the direction of strategy Xiaoshi.

When he brought the food into the house, Joe carefully fed the food to Xiao Shi with a spoon.

At this time, yunmengshi looks satisfied, like a lazy cat.

Qiao pengran really loves such cloud dream poems. He suddenly has that idea in his heart. He hopes that the little poem will not return to normal. However, such an idea only existed in Joe's head for a short moment and was expelled from his mind.

Because he knew that such Yunmeng poetry was injured, not a normal performance. If he wanted the health of the little poem to change such a character, he would rather not.

After dinner, they got into the car again and continued to drive in the direction of the federal base. Although people are no longer in a hurry, they don't want to waste their time on the road.

Since yunmengshi was injured, she seems to be more dependent on Qiao pengran than before. When sitting in the car, yunmengshi leaned closely against Qiao pengran, as if she had a sense of security.