The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

However, after Luo Liyan thought about it, she didn't think that anyone with the brains to seek power and usurp the throne would believe in something that is invisible and intangible.

She shook her head, put the last bite of rice into her mouth, and then moved the dishes on Huo Mingheng's left and right.

"You mean you don't need me to join the official career?" Huo Mingheng asked in a deep tone.

Luo Liyan pushed the plate in his right hand again to show that he had guessed correctly.

He thought the little guy in front of him would be happier, but he snorted angrily, "With your perseverance, you give up as soon as you encounter setbacks. I'm afraid you will never get what you want." .”

"It doesn't matter whether I give up or not, as long as you don't give up, it will be fine." Luo Liyan looked at the round head, her cheeks pouted slightly, and she shook her head a bit.

Huo Mingheng sat down again and ate his lunch.

However, the chopsticks always landed on the two plates of food that Luo Liyan just pushed.

"Don't stir up trouble." Luo Liyan felt a little embarrassed by his awkward flattery, so she quickly pushed two more dishes in front of him.

Then, regardless of his reaction, he quickly checked his mailbox to see if there were any new tasks today.

There were two emails lying quietly in the mailbox.

One letter asked her to stop Huo Mingheng from killing innocent people indiscriminately. After completing the task, she would be rewarded with 20 points.

The other letter asked her to find out what Huo Mingheng was doing now. After the task was completed, she could get a reward of 50 points.

"Sure enough, in ancient times, human lives were not as valuable as great causes." Luo Liyan glanced at her mouth and complained in disgust, but she took over the two tasks without any hesitation.

When she returned her gaze to Huo Mingheng, he had already finished all four plates of food, and even the rice in the bowl was empty.

Luo Liyan felt very surprised. She never thought that he could eat so well.

Sure enough, people in ancient times were strong, and it made sense.

But in fact, Huo Mingheng was full of annoyance when his stomach was almost bursting.

He felt that he was so stupid that he would push himself to such an uncomfortable level just to please a monster.

Now if I want to stand up, I have to hold my stomach.

Luo Liyan saw him sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table. There was no movement for a long time, and she rolled the chopsticks in his hand impatiently.

Huo Mingheng then asked: "Can you make tea? How about making a cup of tea?"

Luo Liyan thought for a while, and some little knowledge about making tea came to mind, and then she made some noise on his right side to express her agreement.

Huo Mingheng couldn't help but frown, stood up slowly, walked to the side, and placed the tea sets and stove.

"This water is the mountain spring water that was brought in in the morning, and the tea is this year's rainy tip. As a tribute, the reward my grandfather received last month was only ten taels, so I divided it into five taels." He rarely said in a good-tempered manner. The invisible Luo Liyan was chatting.

Although he didn't get any answer, he still felt very happy when he saw the spring water put into the copper pot and then boiled over low heat.

As long as you know it's still there and you didn't harm it, that's fine.

Luo Liyan remembered that before the rain, the tip of the tea was green tea. It was best to brew it with water at 70 degrees or 80 degrees.

It's just that the ancient and modern heating tools are different, and it's hard for her to calculate when the temperature is 80 degrees, so she accidentally overcooks it.