The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Being thrown out meant that Shen Yanxiao might miss many clues, so she could only silently get up

and walk to the front pavilion.

Even in Shen Yanxiao’s past life, she had never done anything like cooking. When she saw the empty kitchen, she was thoroughly speechless.

There was not even a grain of rice here, cook what? Has that Qing Jun’s brain been squeezed by the door?

Just when Shen Yanxiao doubted whether there was something wrong with Qing Jun’s brain, a

series of knocks came from the gate.

Shen Yanxiao quickly ran to the gate and opened it. Outside the gate, she saw a female devil in a cloak looking at Shen Yanxiao in a daze.

“You are?” The female devil asked.

“I am the maid of Lord Qing Jun.” Shen Yanxiao replied.

The female devil obviously breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately handed the basket in her hand to Shen Yanxiao and said very quickly, “This is Lord Qing Jun’s lunch. I’ll leave it to you. I’m

going now. Goodbye!!!” Before her voice even landed on the ground, the enchanting female devil had left the gate without stopping, leaving Shen Yanxiao alone to become speechless with a basket of food.

Shen Yanxiao only thought of two words in her mind: bolted away.

Shen Yanxiao now understood that when Qing Jun asked her to cook, he was actually asking her to

get the ready-made food. With Qing Jun’s awkward personality, she guessed that it was also the devils that sent him food before; otherwise, he would have starved himself to death.

Shen Yanxiao took the meal and gave it to Qing Jun.

Shen Yanxiao watched Qing Jun take out the food with his white-gloved hands and nish it with a

frown. Obsession with cleanliness to this extent was really extraordinary. After the meal, Qing Jun went into his laboratory again. Only this time, he called Shen Yanxiao in.

“Don’t move randomly. Just do whatever I ask you to do.” Qing Jun said.

Shen Yanxiao’s heart rejoiced. There were really such things as pie falling out from the sky? Qing Jun letting Shen Yanxiao into the laboratory so casually was like putting a mouse into a rice jar.

Shen Yanxiao really didn’t know whether to laugh at Qing Jun’s “stupidity” or to just enjoy her luck.

Even though her heart was already leaping with joy, Shen Yanxiao was still very calm on the surface. She followed Qing Jun and walked into the laboratory.

The room that was tidied up yesterday was once again an utter mess. Qing Jun’s destructive ability

could clearly be seen.

The manuscript scattered on the table in front of Shen Yanxiao was pricking her eyes. He simply had not the slightest intention of concealing it. However, Shen Yanxiao did not pay attention to those manuscripts at this moment. No matter how

stupid Qing Jun might be, if she were to stare at these things in front of him, he would likely suspect her. Qing Jun took out a small porcelain plate which contained red powder. A shy smell came into Shen Yanxiao’s nose. The red powder in the small plate was none other

than ground bones soaked in blood.

Shen Yanxiao was not sure whether these bones came from demon beasts or something else, but she was very clear that many curse techniques of the Warlocks needed the application of bloody

things. But nine times out of ten, those kinds of curse techniques that required bloody objects were

forbidden.

“Give me that bottle.” Qing Jun held the porcelain plate in his hands and turned to look at Shen

Yanxiao.

“Behind you, the yellow bottle on the shelf.”

Shen Yanxiao took it according to the instructions. It was a bottle lled with an amber, translucent

liquid, a bit like oil.

“Open it.” Qing Jun ordered.

Shen Yanxiao opened the bottle cap and a foul smell rushed out of it. Holy! This bottle was lled with cadaveric oil!