Under Qin Feng's gaze, a shirtless young man showing off his strong, streamlined muscles was already walking slowly through the snow.

The young man is very handsome, with his silver hair tied into several slender braids that sway in the wind.

He held a brand new cigarette in his hand, his eyes narrowed to a slit, and he was smoking slowly.

His whole body exuded a ferocious aura, like a bloodthirsty lion.

It was so frightening that a group of iron-backed wolves stood upside down with their gray hair!

Qin Feng, who was waiting with his pocket in his pocket, was stunned.

He turned to look at the small Hibiscus flower sitting on his shoulder: "Is this Uncle Liu? Why do you look so naughty?"

"Yes, I know from memory that his name is Liu Hao." Bianhua nodded seriously.

Even she was a little unbelievable.

The old-fashioned old man sitting in Mr. Qin's shop actually looked like this when he was young.

"I never imagined that Uncle Liu was so handsome and ruffian when he was young, but how could he become dull in old age."

Qin Feng held his chin and slowly looked at the opponent's strong and streamlined muscles.

The bohemian young figure gradually overlaps with the elderly smiling Uncle Liu.

Finally, Qin Feng came to a conclusion.

The person in front of me is Uncle Liu!

"Ouch!"

Several iron-backed wolves arched their backs, their eyes full of hunger and violence, and their bodies pounced directly on the slowly approaching figure!

Throw away your brand new bong.

Young Uncle Liu thrust his hands into claws into the chest of an approaching iron-backed wolf.

He pulled hard with his arm and tore it into two halves!

Broken bones, internal organs, and blood splashed wildly all around! The white snow was dyed crimson!

A group of iron-backed wolves stopped abruptly, clamped their tails tightly, turned around and fled madly into the distance.

Young Uncle Liu smiled and did not pursue him. He took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood flowing on his palm gracefully.

He bent down to pick up the cigarette on the ground, and then walked towards the shocked girl...

"Uncle Liu was so fierce when he was young."

Qin Feng's mouth twitched as he looked at the iron-backed wolf that was torn into pieces with his bare hands on the ground.

Then he put it in his pocket and walked forward.

Pulling out the bronze spear that was more than half inserted into the ground and putting it on his shoulder, young Uncle Liu looked at the shocked girl on the ground and said gently:

"Little girl, can you cook? I'm hungry."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and stared blankly at Uncle Liu, a tall man with a spear in front of her.

A faint blush appeared on the young face.

She quickly got up from the ground.

Reaching out to straighten the messy and worn blue shirt and long skirt.

He picked up the child, lowered his head and nodded at young Uncle Liu.

"What's my wife's name? And this place shouldn't be the Wofeng Empire."

Walking into the thatched house, Qin Feng looked at Hanamichi Higan, who was watching with his chin on his shoulder.

"emm...your master's wife's name is Lanyuan, and this is Lan Country, a small country."

"I said so."

Silently looking at young Uncle Liu, who had his legs crossed and was not sitting properly, with his eyes narrowed and smoking a pipe.

Then I think of the upright and strong sitting posture of the elderly Uncle Liu in the restaurant.

Qin Feng only felt a little dazed.

The contrast between the two is too great.

…

Lan Yuan kneaded her palms and stood in front of the young hunter.

The other party was devouring the egg fried rice he made.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it tastes good.

"Did you start to like egg fried rice from now on?"

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

Hearing this, the small Hibiscus flower on the shoulder closed his eyes, and then shook his head.

"Master Qin, Liu Hao left after dinner, and the two sides have not interacted with each other for several years."

"ah?"

"Then tell me a spoiler: How did Uncle Liu like to eat egg fried rice?"

"emm...fifty years later."

"Because Lanyuan only knows how to make egg fried rice, and she will only know how to make egg fried rice until she dies."

Hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but cast his gaze on Lan Yuan beside him.

The other party was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, and his figure was barely above two small bags, and he looked a little green.

If you don't know how to cook, it's normal.

The young man Liu Uncle at the dilapidated wooden table stopped eating, elegantly took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said slowly:

"You're full. The little girl did quite well. Then, I won't see you again."

Finished.

He picked up the bronze gun on the ground and turned around to leave.

Qin Feng was speechless for a while.

Young Uncle Liu dislikes the other party's cooking?

"Oh, Mr. Qin, it seems this is not the memory point. Let's go to the next one."

"good."

Qin Feng just finished speaking.

The figure has disappeared.

His eyes went dark and then lighted up.

Looking around, this is a women's boudoir. The room is clean and tidy, and the bed is covered with light blue gauze.

Not far away, a small and exquisite incense basin is placed on an exquisite wooden table, with a few sticks of green incense curling up.

"Master Qin, is that your master's wife? This is four years from the memory point."

Bianhua's voice came over his shoulder, and Qin Feng subconsciously looked over his shoulder.

A smaller version of the transformed Higanka is sitting on her shoulder with her chin in her hands.

Two bare legs, as white as jade, were swaying gently.

Follow the directions.

Qin Feng looked at the wooden dressing table not far away.

A woman wearing a thin and gorgeous blue shirt was sitting quietly in front of her, dressing up.

Qin Feng silently came to the dressing table with his pockets in his pocket, and looked at the graceful figure sitting on the seat.

"Well, this is my master's wife."

Looking at the pure girl in front of him who was wearing light-colored lipstick, Qin Feng nodded.

The other party has a good foundation, and her simple makeup is even more charming.

She wore a light blue flower headdress in her hair.

A simple light blue dress does not look shabby on her body, making her look as charming as a daffodil in full bloom.

"Huh? Why do you feel that my wife is a little unhappy?"

Looking at the other party's clear eyes with a touch of sadness, Qin Feng looked at the shrinking Bianhua flower on his shoulder.

"Master Qin."

"This is the Flower House. Lanyuan was sold here by her alcoholic father when she became an adult."
To be continued...