But he knew that this seemed like a good opportunity.
Huang Dangdang was still lowering his head and guessing.
Just like most fathers who have conflicts with their sons, he never said a word, but his heart was full of thoughts, and he wished he could stay close to him and ask for help.
As for Huang Dangdang being the daughter?
Same thing.
As for ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Qiubai being the father?
It's the same.
Father, he no longer looks like a father.
The daughter even took charge of the family at an early age. Instead of the gentleness and knowledge that a girl should have, she was left with the stubbornness and daring to admit defeat like a boy.
At this time, does it matter who is whose father?
Li Changhai definitely said it was important.
If he dares to be Lao Li's father, Lao Li can beat him to death.
Huang Dangdang doesn’t do that.
Because, ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Qiubai is dead.
Squeak.
Goethe opened the window, and the brazier brought heat and a trace of smoke.
Snowflakes were falling outside the window again.
The lights were on in Miss Wang's room nearby.
Goethe was not surprised by this.
He could even judge the uneasiness and regret that the eldest daughter of the Wang family was feeling at this moment through the sound of footsteps.
What makes me uneasy is whether something irreversible will happen here.
For example, she was caught first by Huang Dangdang.
What she regrets is why she pretended to be generous.
Maybe he was afraid of being disliked by the so-called Mr. Mo.
Goethe rubbed the tip of his nose and swore that he had not provoked anyone. During this 'trip to the secret realm', he was honest and honest. Apart from eating and drinking, he also washed away the original marks of power, created and accumulated new marks.
It's boring but I have to do it.
He also wants to live.
Goethe raised his head and looked at the snowflakes falling at night.
Scattered, not big.
But it reminded him of more, and he felt more and more lonely. He hoped that he could have acquaintances around him at this time, even those perverts he knew in the 'club'.
So can a few lunatics working part-time as 'cleaners'.
Even those guys who have sinned beyond forgiveness.
No!
It should be that guy with unforgivable crimes. Not only is he familiar with him, but he won't have any psychological burden when he strikes.
Their screams should be able to dispel the warmth of the snowy night, right?
pity……
No one should be able to hold on until dawn.
It was before.
Now?
There will be no exception.
"The lunatics and perverts that are nostalgic."
"I?"
"Of course not."
"I'm just an ordinary person."
Goethe stood at the window, looking at the snowflakes and thinking, and couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Something good?"
Huang Dangdang came over.
She stood next to Goethe, looking at the snow outside the window, her brows frowning even more tightly.
As a black soil person.
She doesn't like snow.
She likes it when it's warmer.
Because, you can go play in the water.
It's not like winter, when it's so cold and freezing everywhere.
"I will definitely go to the water town of Jiangnan in the future, where it will be like spring all year round."
Huang Dangdang said suddenly without waiting for Goethe to answer.
"oh?"
Goethe calmed down and looked at Huang Dangdang like a normal person, showing just the right amount of curiosity.
"I told you before that I like water, right?"
"and……"
"Jiangnan's chicken should be delicious."
Huang Dangdang said something Goethe didn't know how to answer.
Is Jiangnan chicken delicious?
It should be excellent.
The soil and water support a person, and the chickens should be the same. They are not as tall as those in the north, but the meat is tender and juicy.
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Eggs should also be delicious.
Goethe thought, always feeling that he should go to the kitchen to steam a bowl of eggs.
It doesn't matter whether it's fried or boiled.
Goethe preferred steamed eggs.
When Goethe made this proposal, Huang Dangdang immediately agreed.
The two of them crept into the kitchen.
The candle in the room of the eldest daughter of the Wang family behind her was still on, and the window paper could still reflect the eldest daughter of the Wang family pacing back and forth. Unfortunately, the eldest daughter of the Wang family did not open the window to take a look.
Maybe……
Confused?
When the herbal medicine store clerk cleaned up the place before, he prepared food and ingredients in the kitchen. Although he couldn't have everything, he had everything he needed.
Eggs are no exception.
After all, who can guarantee that you won’t be hungry in the middle of the night?
Late night snack itself is one of the greatest existences.
Two bowls, one large and one small.
There are three eggs in the big one.
The small one has two eggs inside.
Huang Dangdang said that he was also hungry, so he picked up the eggs and prepared one for himself without hesitation. After discovering that Goethe was a bit clumsy, he started to add water, put it in the cage, and add firewood.
Goethe just leaned on the threshold and waited quietly.
Huang Dangdang's face was illuminated by the bright light of the firewood, and Goethe's eyes were filled with mist.
"My father should be from the Imperial City Division."
"Only people from the Imperial City Department can explain everything that I don't understand."
"The Imperial City Division needs to set up a benchmark and a target."
"Can……"
"Why is it my dad?"
Huang Dangdang lowered his head slightly and asked softly.
"Because it's appropriate."
Goethe sighed and turned his head to look at the snow in the courtyard.
When Huang Dangdang was not as affected by the entry as other fairies, he made guesses.
And the 'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai is from the government, which is the most suitable explanation.
As this explanation appeared, Goethe thought more and his voice became softer.
"He is made to be bohemian, he is made to be rebellious, he is made to be domineering, he can listen to music for three months, he can ignore the difference between men and monsters, and he uses force on your mother."
"It's all been shaped."
"And the essence?"
"He should be a fairly gentle person, right?"
"gentle?"
Huang Dangdang broke the firewood in his hand.
"If you don't like the word gentle, you can change it to weak, pretentious, or escaping from reality. These are all fine."
"And because of these, he is suitable."
"He is easily controlled like this."
Goethe shrugged.
‘Sword Immortal’ Li Qiubai.
When he first heard the name, he was a little curious and asked someone to ask what kind of person he was.
And the result he heard was just like the 'Sword Immortal' in his impression.
It’s as if the other person was born as a ‘Sword Immortal’.
So just right.
So perfect.
Then, it's all a scam.
It's very disappointing.
"Coward!"
"Coward!"
"coward!"
Huang Dangdang made three hits in a row, while Goethe shook his head.
"He was a coward at first, but not later on. Otherwise, you wouldn't have seen Xia Yunfei, and I wouldn't have gotten the 'Sword Pill'."
"Your father is resisting."
"But the comfort (restraint) is too strong."
"The void had to be shattered."
Huang Dangdang didn't say anything, just added firewood.
She didn't refute.
She hoped that what Goethe said was true.
The two of them were silent for a long time, until the steamer started to get steamy and the water was steaming. Huang Dangdang raised his head and touched the corners of his eyes quietly, and then his eyes became firm and sharp.
"If you collect the things, it means you are willing to help me again, right?"
"It's not about helping, it's about cooperation."
Goethe emphasized.
This emphasis surprised Huang Dangdang.
Why should we push away when we can obviously bring them closer together?
"I am neither a very good person nor a very bad person. I just want to be a normal person, be happy, and live the rest of my life peacefully. However, there are always some accidents."
"These accidents..."
"It's very troublesome."
Goethe said this and sat on the threshold.
Huang Dangdang looked at the hidden expression on Goethe's face.
"It seems that you are really in big trouble."
"Besides, it seems that my appearance will make the trouble even greater?"
Huang Dangdang laughed.
It's like a little fox that caught a little hen...no, it was a little weasel.
Goethe glared at Huang Dangdang angrily.
The warning is full of meaning.
Huang Dangdang saw it, but pretended not to see it.
She opened the basket, took out her and Goethe's steamed eggs, picked up the pot with soy sauce and signaled, and with Goethe's nod, she poured an appropriate amount of soy sauce into two bowls.
After criss-crossing the eggs in the bowl with a spoon, Huang Dangdang handed the large bowl of steamed eggs to Goethe.
Then, he just sat on the threshold.
The two of them stood side by side, looking at the falling snow in the courtyard.
It was not yet the first lunar month in Haimen, and the cold air was filled with the smell of sulfur left by firecrackers. When the smell of soy sauce and eggs rose up, the smell became even weirder.
But then, it dispersed.
Only the original taste of steamed eggs is left.
Goethe scooped up a spoon.
Smooth and tender.
Fragrant in mouth.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find the green onions and spicy seeds.
But it's good enough.
"What do you think they will do?"
Huang Dangdang asked while eating.
"'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai's signature is so useful, so naturally he has to make the best use of it."
“A benchmark and target like ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Qiubai is so easy to use, so it’s natural to set up another one.”
"It just so happens that the treasure of 'Sword Fairy' Li Qiubai will appear on February 2, when the dragon raises its head, so it is just right to arrange such a new benchmark and the appearance of the target character."
Goethe said his own guess.
"There will be twists and turns."
Huang Dangdang is very sure.
"that's for sure."
"These twists and turns may be what the people in the Imperial City Division want to see."
Huang Dangdang was a little puzzled by Goethe's words.
"The Imperial City Division serves Da Qian."
"I don't know what the current emperor of Daqian looks like."
"But if they are really the descendants of that guy, they will definitely do something interesting."
Goethe said this.
At the same time, I added from the bottom of my heart: Even if it is fake, it is the same.
"Ten years ago?"
Huang Dangdang immediately thought of the turmoil in Haimen ten years ago.
"have no idea."
"Maybe it's more complicated than we thought."
"Perhaps it's just that once the surface is revealed, it's not worth mentioning."
"Anyway..."
"Steamed eggs are good. Let's see if there are any other cooked foods. Why am I getting hungrier the more I eat?"
Goethe changed the topic.
Anyway, it was only a matter of a few days, so he could just wait and see.
Don't worry too much.
"There are pig's trotters and sausages, but they are all frozen. I will steam them for you."
"OK."
"I'm going for a walk."
When Huang Dangdang stood up from the threshold and steamed the cooked food, Goethe stepped out of the courtyard and disappeared in one leap.
When he appeared again, he had already put on a bronze mask.
Imperial City Division?
Beidou Division?
Nan Dou Si?
Too many people.
His energy is limited and he cannot cover everything.
Therefore, he hopes there will be fewer people.
He, Taoist Changsheng, will continue to take revenge tonight.
Clang, clang!
In the middle of the night, Haimen was awakened by the sound of gongs.
"Killing people!"
"on fire!"
Amid the screams, Li Changhai woke up from his confusion.
Lao Wang was already sitting on the bedside, holding a short gun in his hand.
"What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"
"have no idea."
"Get dressed and grab your gear, just in case."
Lao Wang ordered.
Li Changhai woke up instantly. In his hometown, this kind of chaos was common. He immediately put on his clothes, carried the big knife made by his father, and inserted two short muskets into his waist. He went out of the house and touched
On to the roof.
When we got to the roof, we found that all the guys from the herbal medicine shop next door were there.
Everyone smiled tacitly and began to look outside.
This is because I am worried about being affected.
But what I am more worried about is that someone is fishing in troubled waters.
"One place, two places, three places...hiss, seventeen places are on fire!"
"Who is this?"
"The attack is quite ruthless. Until now, I haven't heard a single sound of rescuing anyone. Is this all Katcha's fault?"
Li Changhai asked in a low voice.
"should be."
"Xiao Qi, take the two of you to the street and ask around."
Wang Changgui ordered, but after seeing Lao Wang on the roof, he simply changed his words.
"Let's go, I'll go with you."
"Uncle Changgui, count me in."
Li Changhai volunteered.
Going out at this time is a life-threatening situation. If you are not good, you will have to leave it there. Most people will not be able to hide in time, so there is no way to rush forward.
Li Changhai felt that he had been cheating on others for several meals, so I'm sorry.
Especially the meal at night, it was so beautiful.
Wang Changgui patted Li Changhai on the shoulder.
"Walk!"
Multiple people, multiple strengths.
Li Changhai also had a few tricks in his hands, but it wasn't for nothing.
Wang Changgui and his party of four left the courtyard, while Zhang Deshou bumped into Xia Yunfei with his shoulder in the corner.
The two of them lived at the other end, where the clerk originally lived.
Neither of them disliked it.
The young master of the Zhang family has disguised himself as a beggar, what do you dislike?
Xia Yunfei even slept in the open all year round. There were incense burned on every door panel, not to mention the bed and bedding, and hot water was used to scald his feet. It was really comfortable.
"Not going."
"I promised Mr. Mo to wait."
Xia Yunfei shook his head.
"Have you promised Master?"
"Okay, let's wait."
The young master of the Zhang family scratched his head and stopped teasing Xia Yunfei.
This kid is so smart. He knew that Goethe had no feelings for him, so he took him in. He really didn't dare to act recklessly, for fear of being kicked out.
However, these eyes were looking towards the kitchen.
I don't know when, what was originally just steamed pig's trotters and sausages suddenly set up a copper hot pot.
Place chive flowers, fermented bean curd, and sesame sauce in a bowl.
Cabbage, tofu and vermicelli are ready.
Mutton, yellow and freshly cut.
At this time, the snow was getting heavier and heavier.
It was originally sparse.
At this moment, it became like goose feathers.
Stab.
The hot oil sprays the chopped red peppers, and the aroma is tantalizing.
Seeing Huang Dangdang's unusual attentiveness, the young master of the Zhang family had a suspicion in his heart.
Just want to say something.
But he immediately stayed where he was.
He has no identity.
Moreover, now that you have an identity, are you the disciple who talks about the master and mistress?
I really don’t want to take pictures and get whipped by the master.
Yes, take care of yourself.
The young master of the Zhang family squatted at the foot of the wall with his sleeves folded.
At this time, Goethe ducked out of the way and came back.
No one saw it.
Huang Dangdang also turned around and realized that Goethe had picked up Kuaizi to mix sesame paste.
The snow is getting heavier.
It's also windy.
It's getting colder.
It feels like winter outside, but it feels like summer in the kitchen.
Anyone who looks at it will sigh in envy, give a thumbs up, and say "good life".
At this time, Wang Changgui and his party came back and brought back news.
The ‘Tao of Immortality’ monster is causing trouble.
All those who died were from the Imperial City Division.
There are also some people who should be from the government.
All dead.
Leave no one behind.
When he said this, Wang Changgui chewed his teeth.
When he heard this, the smile on Huang Dangdang's face became even brighter.
This time it’s not just about mutton shabu-shabu.
I also boiled a pot of rice wine.
Gudu Gudu.
The water surface was rolling continuously, but the pot of rice wine was as stable as a mountain, with only the slightest fragrance wafting out.
