A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

In addition to researching and upgrading equipment, Ding Xiaoyi also studied the formations for a while every day.

The days are leisurely and comfortable, better than living like a living god.

Lying on the meat ball changing chair.

He casually pushed aside two candies, stuffed one into Rouqiu's mouth, and stuffed the other into Atun's mouth.

Not far away, Datou was holding the Ruyi large iron pot given to him by Yu Niang, patiently kneading the dough.

Thick and powerful tentacles are gently touching the soft dough of Bai Huahua.

The dough, which weighed at least forty pounds, was kneaded extremely hard.

It turns out that Datou gave up the barbecue business after eating the pizza last time.

Start thinking about how to make pizza.

As for Hongmao, now that he sees Da Tou making pizza, he wants to jump into hell.

As a taster for Big Head Queen, Hongmao now wants to die.

Although he admits that he is very good at eating.

But I can’t bear to stuff 40 pounds of pizza into my mouth every day.

And the taste of Datou's newly prepared formula... well, it's like stuffing stinky socks from the national football team into your mouth that haven't been washed for a month.

It is comparable to the torture of the eighteenth level of hell.

After eating for several days, what Hong Mao longs for most now is to eat a pile of side dishes made by Shuang'er.

Even simple scrambled eggs are good.

It's a pity that Ding Xiaoyi can't even eat it himself, let alone him.

Ever since I took Shuang'er around the basement last time, this girl seemed to be fascinated.

In addition, Christine, an old liar, patted her chest to show that she would pass on all her legacy to Shuang'er.

So much so that this girl didn't even cook, and started studying magic every day.

But Ding Xiaoyi is happy to see the results.

If Christian could train himself another master of enchantment, then it would be the best thing.

As for her practice works, don't worry about the good or bad ones, just pack them all up and throw them into the Lost Mansion.

Speaking of Lost Mansion, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but frown.

Since the last funeral of the Wang family, the world outside has become increasingly chaotic.

I heard from Wangcai that the labor union has expressed its stance.

As expected, they sided with the Tong family and forced all resigned personnel to report back to the union.

After three days, if the person does not return to the union, the file will be deleted, and the union will have the right to take back the psychic creatures of the resigned necromancer.

Civilian employees will be blacklisted by the union.

The harmless psychic potions of your family are cancelled.

The tough attitude seemed to make everyone angry, but it was also expected by these families.

The union cannot compromise with them, nor can it negotiate with these families.

This is just like those capitalists who will never compromise like leeks.

If a tough stance cannot be maintained, the union's status will be threatened.

And that comes one day after the union released its statement.

The league also issued an official statement, and this statement was even tougher, demanding that all industrial funds invested by the league in the union be withdrawn.

You must know that the union and the alliance are originally one.

After so many years, there have been too many entangled interests and there have been many disputes.

Now that we have to separate completely, we don’t know how much benefit both parties will have to leverage.

This is already a call for rupture.

Ding Xiaoyi looked at these two statements and probably understood why the Tong family wanted to move their home to the sparsely populated District 22.

If my guess is correct, this is a move to avoid large-scale casualties if a conflict breaks out.

I believe the other four companies will make similar moves.

I finally have some conscience!

Although I don't know if the Tong family did this out of their true intentions, it might be the best thing to avoid civilian casualties.

But Wangcai is not so optimistic.

Kajifur has already begun to mobilize his troops and firmly stands on the side of the major families.

A war could break out at any time.

As for Ning Chen, he just suffered an assassination two days ago.

The assassin was definitely someone sent by Casa. Thanks to Redding's desperate protection, he was able to escape.

Quentin also said that during this time, union spies appeared around their home.

It seems that they want to stay out of the matter, but it's difficult.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi simply refined a batch of psychic pills and gave them to Bitser to handle.

After all, Lost Mansion is an organization established by itself, although Wangcai and Bitser are in charge most of the time.

But he didn't want to be confused and suffer losses to his power.

At least you can't suffer any loss.

Just when Ding Xiaoyi was holding Atun and enjoying the good time in the afternoon.

Outside the yard, there was a sound of cars.

Ding Xiaoyi looked back and found that it was Tu Tu and Liao Qiu.

After not seeing him for a while, Ding Xiaoyi took a closer look and found that Liao Qiu's face had gained a lot of weight.

When I took a closer look, I saw that there were still faint marks of the slap on my face.

Noticed Ding Xiaoyi's gaze.

Liao Qiu quickly lowered his head, and not far away he saw the embarrassed look on his face.

Obviously during this period, Brother Qiu was trained badly by Tu Tu.

Seeing that he was not wearing sunglasses, he had already begun to guess that Brother Qiu couldn't hide his clairvoyance.

Tutu walked directly to the table, took out a golden notice, and put it on the table: "I'm so angry. This old thing, Po Meng, is messing around. She really gave up those old subordinates.

Win over!"

Look at Tu Tu’s huffing tone under the mask.

A plate of tea was brought to Pangpang: "Hey, isn't this what was expected? What's there to be angry about?"

"But it's too damn deceiving!"

Tutu took a sip of the tea brought to her angrily, and immediately began to curse.

"Do those old men really think they can change the world? Do they really think the old man is going to abdicate in favor of someone more worthy before the emperor even speaks?"

Ding Xiaoyi picked up the yellow cloth on the table and unfolded it to take a look.

He looked at the yellow cloth with his eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a surprised sound: "Hey!"

"Xiao Yi, do you think these guys deserve a beating?"

Seeing Ding Xiaoyi staring at the content on the notice, Tutu drank another cup of tea and asked him.

However, what came back was Ding Xiaoyi's face full of embarrassment: "Um...I mean...I don't recognize any of the words on this, who can translate it for me??"

He saw crooked fonts written on the yellow cloth. Ding Xiaoyi looked sideways and vertically, but he didn't see what the first word was.

Pangpang pulled the notice over and threw it on the table: "It's nothing interesting. It means that in a few days, a grand ceremony will be held in the sea of ​​​​blood called Zhaomi Dharma Assembly. Reputable people in the Netherworld are invited to participate.

"

"Zhao Mi Dharma Assembly??"

Ding Xiaoyi scratched his head and didn't understand what was so annoying about this.

Seeing this, Pangpang sneered: "There's nothing to be angry about. [Zhao] means to show, and the word itself carries the chill of light. [Mi] itself refers to Man, and the meaning of Heaven, but you

It can also be understood as meaning the moon."

According to Pangpang's idea, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but translate it in his mind, that is: "Watching the moon ceremony?"

Pangpang curled his lips: "Whatever beautiful words, they always become boring when they come into your mouth!"
To be continued...