Du Heng can finally make a cream cake. He tried to make a cream cake once before, but the cream he whipped was more like condensed milk. This time, with milk powder and various ingredients, he made a cake larger than a washbasin.

There is a word written on the cake: Shou. The word Shou written in strawberry jam is bright red, the pulp is not as much as ink, and the cream is not rice paper. Therefore, the words written are round and look delicious.

There are three pink and white butter peaches with a bowl of mouth and green leaves beside the peaches. The cake exudes a sweet fragrance, and Xiaoxiao and Xiao feathers squeeze together next to Du Heng. Both eyes are full of stars: "Wow~"

Xiaoxiao stretched out his hand to touch the scorching Tao, and Du Heng gently patted Xiaoxiao's back: "Don't move, it's finally done, it's broken when you touch it."

Xiaoxiao licked the corner of his mouth: "Du Hengheng, make me a peach!"

Du Heng said: "Peaches need to be maintained with spiritual energy. Do I want to make a flower for you?" Xiaoxiao just wanted to lick a mouthful of sweet cream. He didn't care whether the peaches or flowers he got. At that moment, he nodded quickly: "You want it!"

Du Heng was holding the piping bag, his wrist was nimble and swaying up and down, and pieces of butter petals appeared at one end of the chopsticks. After a while, a white flower appeared on the chopsticks. Du Heng handed the chopsticks to Xiaoxiao: "Take it."

When he was making flowers for Xiaoyu, Xuan Yu and the others entered the door. Looking at the butter cake on the table, Feng Gui frowned again: "Sweet..."

Du Heng raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Gui: "Do you need me to make a cake with chili powder?"

Feng Gui shook his head: "Forget it."

Jing Nan gave birth to a batch of chili seeds a few days ago. One of them was wrinkled and was only a little bigger than the thumb. The spicyness of this chili was amazing. Jing Nan was so spicy that she was directly cried when picking chili.

Feng Gui thought this kind of pepper was very delicious. Feng Daxianer ate a few peppers. It was okay during the day, but Feng Gui wilted at night. Feng Gui, who could eat spicy food, was knocked down by the peppers for the first time. His stomach hurt all night, and Jing Nan scolded him angrily all night.

Xuan Yu rolled up his sleeves and asked, "Is there anything else I need help?"

Du Heng pushed Xuan Yu to the side: "No, no, you three are birthday stars today. You birthday stars just need to sit and wait for food."

A few days ago, Du Heng made a big table of dishes all morning. Du Heng tried to make a cream cake for the first time, but he didn't expect it to be successful in one go.

When they were in Du Heng's hometown, they learned that butter cakes have special significance. Generally, this large and complete butter cake will appear on the birthdays of family members.

After eating the cake once, Xiaoxiao was still unsatisfied. He asked Feng Gui a profound question: "Uncle, what day is my birthday?"

In fact, it is not just demon cultivators, but even human cultivators will not remember their birthdays. The monks lived too long, and the road to asking questions was long and lonely. Everyone did not have the time to remember such trivial matters.

Fortunately, the feather tribe has a specific time for each little phoenix to break the shell, so Feng Gui was not asked by Xiaoxiao. However, the next question was troublesome. Feng Gui looked at Du Heng: "So, when is our birthday?"

When Du Heng met Jing Nan and the others, he was busy and didn't know what tonight. How could he know Jing Nan and the others' specific birthday? Under tremendous pressure, Du Heng pointed to the calendar for one day: "Although I don't know everyone's specific birthday, I remember the day when I took Xiaoyu home. That day will be the birthday of the three of you?"

This is the origin of the three birthday peaches on this cake today. This cake was specially made by Du Heng for the three of them.

Xiaoxiao asked while licking the cream, "By the way, Du Hengheng, how did you meet Uncle Nan Nan and Long Jun?"

Du Heng squeezed out beautiful flowers on the chopsticks and said, "Nan Nan picked it up on a barren mountain in the Beast Territory. I thought I could not save him at the time, but I didn't expect that the first thing he did when he woke up was to bite me. Hey..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Feng Gui gave a thumbs up: "It's worthy of being Nan Nan, it's exactly the same as my reaction at that time."

Xuan Yu understood: "Most demon cultivators are arrogant, and Qingheng must have regarded Nan Nan as an ordinary little animal." Du Heng scratched his head embarrassedly: "It's true."

Jing Nan lowered his eyes and looked like a smile: "That's not a barren mountain, but a famous holy mountain among the beast clan, and it's also where many beast clans choose to bury their bones. The weak demon cultivators who cannot transform into shape will be thrown on the Jueming Mountain to die. The beast clans believe that the holy mountain can purify the souls of the demon cultivators. After they die, their souls will be reorganized by the Heavenly Dao."

Du Heng was stunned: "Hey? Is there anything wrong?"

Du Heng only knew that the mountain was very desolate, with many animal bones on the mountain. At that time, he and Wuwang were separated, and were spinning around the mountain like headless flies. Then he picked up Nan Nan under a pair of animal bones.

Jing Nan said calmly: "Yes, as a demon cultivator of the Nine-Tail Clan, I cannot be born and transformed like other demon cultivators. Not only that, I am also born weak. At that time, the tribe members thought I could not survive, so they abandoned me on the holy mountain according to tradition."

Du Heng looked at Jing Nan in shock: "But, you were obviously alive when I met you!"

Jing Nan smiled slightly: "Only one breath is left. At that time, my tribe members all agreed that I would die."

A barren mountain appeared in front of everyone. The snow-covered top of the barren mountain was covered with snow. Gray-yellow rocks were exposed in the place without snow. Many gray-white corpses were scattered among the rocks. A fierce wind whistled through the rocks and rolled up a layer of yellow sand and stones.

There are not even snakes, insects, rats and ants on the mountain, let alone the demon cultivators who come here are either seeking death or having a brain disease.

Lying on the leeward with a huge dead bone was a skinny little fox. The fox was weak and half open his eyes and showed his golden eyes. He stuck out his tongue and licked the hair on his lips. He was too thirsty and he didn't even have saliva.

If you want to drink water, you can only walk upwards and lick the ice and snow, but if you go upwards, you will not find any food. The little fox whimpered a few times, and the cold wind made its body stiff, and he couldn't walk anymore.

The hungry and cold little fox's hair was even ugly than the dead grass. He shakingly supported his body, but his body shook a few times and then fell down weakly.

Xuan Yu and Feng Gui recognized him at a glance. This was the young Jing Nan! Feng Gui's heart was tightened. He looked at the sobbing little fox and wished he could walk to the holy mountain for thousands of years to hold him in his arms.

The light in the little fox's eyes had long disappeared, replaced by a dead silence. He stared at the road leading to the mountain, and he wanted to die on the soil covered with golden leaves, and did not want to lie here alone and coldly. But he had no choice. His tribe members sent him to the hillside as soon as they took action, cutting off his chances of survival. Unless a miracle happens, he will have only one way to die.

The little fox was sobbing, and then he suddenly heard a sound of footsteps from the sand and stones. He tried hard to raise his head, and someone was walking against the wind among the sand and stones.

After a while, the person came to the little fox. In the fox's golden pupils, he saw the person's hand stretched out. The hand was very warm, with thin and long fingers. The little fox couldn't see clearly what the owner of the hand looked like. But he could smell the slight dusty breath of the person on the body, and then everyone's eyes were black, and the little fox finally couldn't support it and fainted.

When the little fox woke up again, he was lying beside a man. The man was half leaning against a tall nanmu tree, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and one hand was still on the little fox's body, slowly conveying spiritual energy.

Du Heng finally saw Qingheng in Jing Nan's eyes. Perhaps because Nan Nan was too small at that time, Qingheng looked extremely tall.

Seeing the little fox wake up, Qingheng was very happy. He gently touched the fox's head: "Are you awake?"

The little fox had the strength, and his previous experience shocked and scared him. He quickly turned over and pointed at Qingheng's fingers in one mouthful. Qingheng's hand was broken after this mouthful, and the smell of blood filled the little fox's mouth.

The little fox thought that the person in front of him would be furious, but he didn't expect a gentler touch came from his head: "Be good, don't be afraid, you are safe."

The gentle stroke made the fox unwillingly release his teeth. Qingheng smiled and touched the fox's head: "It's okay, you are safe, you can go home now."

The little fox squatted in front of Qingheng, and he looked at Qingheng with his head tilted. Qingheng smiled very well, but he was a little stupid. His smile made the fox feel very safe. At this moment, the fox felt that he would rather face this person than return to the clan and be thrown to the holy mountain by the clan members.

Qingheng waved to the fox: "Okay, you're safe and you can go home."

The fox thought for a while and made a decision, he wanted to follow the man. He stuck out his tongue and licked the wound on Qingheng's hand. Qingheng smiled: "It's okay, this is a minor injury."

The fox was brave enough to rub it into Qingheng's palm, and Qingheng said gently: "Do you want to follow me?"

The fox couldn't help but rubbed Qingheng's palm. He liked Qingheng's voice, which was gentle and gentle, and was no different from the noisy or charming foxes in the clan. The fox usually did not bow his head. The little fox had already agreed to Qingheng's words at this moment, and he really wanted to follow him.

Qingheng touched the fox for a while, and he looked up at Nanmu on top of his head: "How about... give you a name, what do you think of Nannan? You are too thin and hope you can look as tall and strong as Nanmu."

Nan Nan looked up at the trees above his head, and he thought he liked the name.

The picture gradually faded in front of everyone's eyes, and Du Heng was surprised: "I thought Nan Nan was an ordinary little spirit fox at that time, but I didn't expect that he was actually Nine-tailed."

Unexpectedly, Nan Nan actually retained the scene where he and Qingheng first met. After ten thousand years of seeing the scene of that day, Du Heng still sighed: "It turns out that Nan Nan had worked so hard before."

Jing Nan smiled gently and said, "It's okay, I don't feel bitter after meeting you. Especially when Xixi appears, I feel very happy every day."

Feng Gui took it through her sleeve: "Speaking of it, I also kept the photo stone I saw with Qingheng at that time."

Du Heng scratched his head: "You were so young at that time, how did you remember it?"

Jing Nan said: "Of course it's because we have never forgotten these years."
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