C915 The Demon Slaying Sword(1)

"What's that smell? What are you doing with the Little Flood Dragon?" The exhausted Zhu Qing walked out of the cultivation room and smelled an alluring fragrance.

The little guy, Psychic Treasure Monkey, was drooling. His eyes were fixed on the small pot in front of him.

"Boss, you're out. Come and have a taste of the porridge I made