Xiao ran's swordsman resurrects Princess Qing ning

"They're heading in the direction of the capital. As long as they're in the capital, we'll be able to find them."

"You need my help?" Xiao ran asked.

"No need! They're just a bunch of clowns, you don't need to do anything. "

"Alright! Just tell me when you need it. " Xiao ran nodded.

He then tried the other dishes. They all tasted great, and the color, fragrance, and taste were all perfect. The shape and color of the dishes were perfectly blended together.

Xiao ran didn't stand on ceremony. This guy was usually as cold as a block of wood. It was rare for him to cook, so Xiao ran treated him to a meal. He couldn't waste it.

It was a meal.

The 12th sword tidied up the stone table and took away the bowls and chopsticks. When he returned, he sat on the stone bench and poured a cup of tea for Xiao ran.

Then, he was petrified.

Xiao ran sipped his tea. If he wasn't in a hurry, why should he be?