After returning to his old nest, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but stretch. "It feels so comfortable!!"

The golden nest is always inferior to the one of our own dog nests.

Compared with the luxurious mansion of Quentin's family, although it is not luxurious, it is simple and simple, and every corner has its own familiar feeling.

Compared to this, I slept more comfortably here.

Pangpang walked to the mirror, looked around his head carefully, and then he looked satisfied after confirming that he couldn't see any problems.

As for Shuang'er, he ran upstairs and asked Christine for questions about enchantment.

This time she got a lot of psionic materials for practicing, tried many kinds of enchantments repeatedly, and exposed many problems. She needed to ask Christine for questions.

"Pangpang, the goddaughter of that emperor, why did you look for Wang Gouzi?"

Ding Xiaoyi lay on the bed, asking about this matter with a lazy look on his face.

As early as when I saw Wang Gouzi, I thought this face looked familiar, but I didn’t think about it for a moment, and waited for Pangpang to remind me.

He took out the painting and saw that it was indeed Wang Gouzi, but the guy in the painting's eyes were full of gloom, which was much colder than the real person.

"I don't know about this, maybe I have old feelings." Pangpang scratched his head, knowing nothing about it.

However, I still reminded her: "You can give her the message, we don't want the things, let her owe you a favor, and we will have other uses."

Ding Xiaoyi knew in his heart that this favor was probably related to the old man.

But after thinking about it this way, I always feel something is wrong.

Suddenly, he looked at the beautiful Pang Pang who was still in the mirror and said suspiciously: "Pang Pang, you won't know it before. I would meet Wang Gouzi, or you knew it a long time ago, so..."

His suspicion is not unreasonable.

The last time the old man took him to the Wude City, he took him to see the woman. After seeing him, he inexplicably gave himself a portrait.

This time, Pangpang blocked the entrance of the cave and forced him and Wuku Taoist to take the risk, and then met Wang Gouzi.

These details are connected together, and I always feel that I have been arranged clearly for a long time.

"I've thought too much, I've thought too much, it's been a long time ago, I don't have the ability to calculate..." Pangpang denied.

Seeing that Pangpang refused to admit it, he didn't continue asking.

I couldn't help but think of the truth that the guy Wang Gouzi said.

He had a vague intuition, as if the truth seemed very important.

After the two went upstairs, they saw that Mr. Chen had actually returned.

This made Ding Xiaoyi's face suddenly look of surprise. He originally thought that Mr. Chen would be back for a while.

Seeing his blushing face, he knew what kind of adventure he should have had.

At this moment, Old Chen was preparing something. After seeing Ding Xiaoyi, a smile appeared on his face: "I'm back just in time, let's prepare for dinner."

As Mr. Chen said, he lifted the lid of the pot, and a strong fragrance suddenly made Ding Xiaoyi and Pangpang drool in a greedy way.

For the two people who have not tasted Mr. Chen's skills for a long time, this moment is simply the highlight of their lives.

Sitting on the table happily.

Old Chen held a plate with a large bowl upside down on the table. He opened it and saw that the rosy slices of meat were neatly arranged in a row on the plate.

The color is golden and the sauce fragrance is everywhere.

There was a layer of crystal juice on the flesh, as if a layer of crystal crystal was wrapped around the slices of meat.

Just by smelling the fragrance, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help swallowing and spitting.

Pangpang was on the side, and his saliva was almost flowing down.

"This dish is my modified taro button pork. Except for the time-consuming, everything else is easy to say."

As Mr. Chen said, he served white steamed buns one after another, and the hot steamed buns that had just come out of the pot exuded a warm sweetness.

It is a perfect match with a bowl of salty, sweet and moderately clean water tofu soup to relieve greasy and sweet.

Seeing this, both of them were not polite, so they picked up their chopsticks and feasted.

A bite of crispy, soft and erosive buckle was eaten in the mouth before it could be chewed, and the meat melted on the tip of the tongue.

It is fat but not greasy, with a unique fragrance of lotus leaves, full gravy and mellow aftertaste.

With a bite of hot white steamed bun, I feel full of happiness.

It is an indescribable enjoyment to close a bite of refreshing ginger-spicy tofu soup and eat two slices of fresh and delicious tofu.

While puffing it into your mouth, the two asked Mr. Chen: "You won't encounter any adventures again when you go out this time."

"Hehe, there is no adventure, but it's a coincidence."

Mr. Chen sat aside, holding a cigarette pipe and slowly smoking a cigarette, and told the two of them what they saw and heard in the foreign land this time.

In the foreign land, he encountered many interesting things.

It was an ancient dynasty with material scarcity. He devoted himself to a restaurant to be a chef. He never thought that because the food was cooked too well, he became the king's imperial chef.

All kinds of rewards are constantly being given every day.

All kinds of rare things were delivered to the kitchen. Once, a ginseng king who had become a ginger was even sent, saying that he wanted to make it into food for the king to enjoy.

Seeing that King Shen was old, he felt compassion, so he cut off a few long beards of King Shen, and made a dish of black chicken ginseng radish soup with a big radish and sent it to him.

He secretly released the ginseng king. Later, the ancient country was captured and the king committed suicide by hanging his beam.

However, he was rescued by King Gan using his escape technique.

When the two said goodbye, King Chan sent him to find an underground divine spring and let him soak it in it. After a while of nourishment, he actually reshaped his body and his strength increased dramatically.

To be honest, Mr. Chen can now press the disaster spirit to the ground and beat it up.

After hearing Mr. Chen's situation, Ding Xiaoyi and Pangpang were amazed.

"Her Chen has a physical body, is he resurrected?" Ding Xiaoyi thought of this question and asked Pangpang.

Pangpang shook his head: "This physical body is fake, called the Yin body. It is a kind of Dharma body that the Yin soul can cultivate after reaching a certain level. Although it is not resurrection, it has also entered the threshold of the ghost immortal. Mr. Chen is so lucky."

After Pangpang explained, Ding Xiaoyi and Chen Lao felt relieved.

I have to say that Mr. Chen is worthy of being the physique of Emperor Ou. With the protection of the white deer in the [Shangrui], he has endless adventures everywhere he goes.

In fact, it makes people envious.

"By the way, where are the big ones? I have brought them a lot of gifts."

Mr. Chen was still concerned about Datou's children. When he came back, he brought a lot of gifts to Datou.

"Oh, I'll forget if you don't say it."

Ding Xiaoyi only remembered it at this time and hurriedly released the spiritual space and released the big heads.

As for the magma king Ferjord, I originally wanted to kill him, but seeing that Datou was so happy to play, I thought about it and stayed.

When he shook his sleeves, Ferjord rolled on the ground, rolled on the ground, and raised his head in a dirt face.

His face was covered in mud, and he was in a very embarrassing state.

"Where is this?"

Ferjord looked at the small western-style building in front of him with a confused expression on his face.

"Hey, isn't this Ferjord?"

At this time, a sound of surprise came. Ferjord looked at it in the voice, and when he saw Mr. Chen's face, his head buzzed.

"Chen...Chen Xinghe?" he exclaimed incredible.

Although Chen Xinghe in front of him was much younger and looked only in his forties, he was sure that this was Chen Xinghe.

"Old Chen, are you very familiar with each other?" Ding Xiaoyi asked in a low voice.

If he was an acquaintance of Mr. Chen, he would not make things difficult for him if he didn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face.

"acquaintance?"

Old Chen grinned: "Hehe, he is the patriarch of a big family. How could he be familiar with me? He just knows me."

They are all people from the same era, so they naturally recognize each other, but they can't say they are familiar with each other.

"No, Lao Chen, we are also a trench. Don't let it go without saving you!"

When Ferzhuode heard this, he wanted to pounce on him and hug Mr. Chen's thighs for help.

But Mr. Chen took the lead in avoiding it: "Don't, you are a big shot sitting in the command center. I don't dare to call you a comrade-in-arms like me."

Ding Xiaoyi knew what was going on when he heard this, and waved his hand: "Big head, pull it away!"

Datou, who was standing beside him, was also worried at first. When he heard that Mr. Chen was not familiar with this guy, he immediately smiled with a big mouth on his face.

Without saying a word, the tentacles rolled up Ferjord and ran to the lawn beside him, and couldn't wait to introduce them to everyone.

I saw the meat balls, Asun, squirrels and red hair sitting in a row.

Ferzowder looked closely, looked at the ugly face of the red-haired man, and then looked at the meat balls that looked like Slime on the side, and thought to himself: "God, what kind of monsters are they all?"
To be continued...