Don't Bully My Little Phoenix

Demon Lord Mu Shuangyin, the real body of the divine bird Phoenix, is strangely handsome and has peerless cultivation. He and the Immortal Lord Jiang Ai had been fighting each other for many years. In the end, because he could not bear to fight to the death with his beloved, he voluntarily died under Jiang Ai's sword, and his soul was killed by a sword. Eighteen years later, Mu Shuangyin was reborn from nirvana, but she was reborn in the body of a pigeon spirit who couldn't do anything but couldn't eat anything. Moreover, this pigeon is also a busboy in the Xianmen kitchen. He is idle all day long and is too lazy to eat. He is also obsessed with falling in love. His standards are unacceptable to everyone. Mu Shuangyin said that she would make peace with herself now that she was here, and she would make some dumplings for herself to catch the wind and wash away the dust. Unexpectedly—— "I have never eaten such good dumplings in my life, even if the God of Cooking is alive!" "This is a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. Take it to replenish your body. Can you please take the spoon today?" When they were out on a mission, they encountered a thousand-year-old fox demon, and everyone was beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back. When the group was on the verge of being destroyed, Mu Shuangyin showed up and stared at the thousand-year-old fox demon so hard that he wet his pants with just one look. Finally, the name of Pigeon, the God of Cooking, reincarnated, with amazing cultivation, peerless elegance, and Zi Jing spread throughout the entire sect. He was promoted and became the personal attendant of the head Jiang Ai. He served tea and water every day, pinched his waist and beat his legs. Not only did he have to kneel three times and kowtow nine times, he also had to chat with her all night long when she had insomnia. "The tea made by the little pigeon is really good. It looks like an old friend of mine." "The noodles cooked by the little pigeon are so delicious. They look like one of my close friends." "The handwriting written by the little pigeon is so beautiful." Jiang Ai hugged Mu Shuangyin from behind and locked him tightly in front of the desk. Her eyes were burning, as if she wanted to eat the weak and pitiful pigeon spirit alive, "Just like my lost lover." Noble, bright, black, crazy, criticizing beautiful women Cold and restrained, as steady as a mountain. Weibo: Jiubaobao Purpose: Live hard