Walking into the small courtyard and opening the door, all the furnishings inside have not changed. The few banknotes that were dropped in the corner that day are still lying there safely. How can they remain the same in this town full of violence and chaos?
, which shows that people here still have some respect for themselves, the former creator of myths.
"Shalang, open the window and let some air flow." Looking at the familiar environment, Di Cheng became motivated, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the broom, and started beating the spider webs all over the house.
"Okay." Shalang waved the dust and began to ventilate the air.
Ye Wantong, the three girls looked at each other and smiled, found a few relatively clean aprons from the cupboard, and joined in the cleaning process.
But……
Although they are usually strong, capable, beautiful and master-level figures at the pinnacle of martial arts, when they do housework... they are really unflattering and even clumsy and awkward. Occasionally, a mouse or cockroach will run out, which will cause a stir.
A scream.
The snow lion gradually became "interested", and its huge body caught the mouse in a small space, having a great time playing.
There were clattering sounds of bowls and chopsticks falling, creaking and crashing sounds of tables and chairs collapsing, and the whole room was in chaos. Those who didn't know the situation thought they were going to demolish the house.
Looking at the three girls laughing and playing in the dust, Di Cheng was both amused and helpless.
Looking at this trend, after getting married in the future, I will still have to do housework, laundry and cooking by myself??
In the end, Di Cheng, who couldn't stand it any longer, drove the three clumsy girls out and arranged for them to go shopping. He and Sha Lang, the two older men, started cleaning up the house.
"Can you cook?" In the courtyard, the three Wantong girls blinked their big eyes and looked at Di Cheng who was disemboweling the hare.
"What does it mean to be able to cook? I'll let you try my cooking skills later." Di Cheng skillfully cut the rabbit meat.
"Want to help?" Mei Yan returned to her innocence, squatting in front of him, rolling up her sleeves and eager to try.
Di Cheng slapped the snow lion who was about to "steal" the hare: "If you are all honest, it will be considered a help."
Ye Wantong sat on the stone platform, swaying her little feet, and hummed: "I'm not surprised at all."
"Let's have a whole rabbit feast tonight. Barbecue, fry, steam, and some boiled salad. Let's boil the water." Di Cheng wiped the blood on his hands, full of enthusiasm.
"Brother Cheng, it seems that someone is coming. They are aggressive and they are not good-natured." Shalang, who was leaning lazily on the wall, did not jump down immediately, but squinted his eyes and looked ahead.
"Coming so soon?" Ye Wantong thought it was Augustus and the others, so she grabbed the Miao Dao and jumped onto the wall.
"It's not three people, it's a group." Sha Lang took off his shoes in a hurry and put on the hidden weapons forged from tungsten gold.
"What kind of dress?" Di Cheng continued to act as his chef and asked casually.
"The leader is a big fat man, followed by a few bodyguards in black, and behind them are soldiers wearing earth-colored camouflage. Oh, by the way, the fat man has an eagle standing on his shoulders."
"Eagle?" Di Cheng frowned slightly.
"Brother Cheng, do you know this group of people?" Sha Lang's body tensed up, implying that if Di Cheng didn't know him, he would start a fight!
"Don't do anything yet. He is the boss in this area."
"Oh? What for?"
With a chuckle, Di Cheng continued to prepare lunch: "Have you ever heard of the death fighting match? He is the boss behind the Hulunbuir competition area."
Not long after, a huge crowd came outside the small courtyard. The fat man at the front waved his hand, and the crowd behind them all stood still. No one took another half step forward, showing good discipline. He looked around the courtyard.
Seeing a familiar figure, an excited smile appeared on the man's face, and he laughed loudly: "Old friend, I haven't seen you for three years, but you still remember me, Mofusang!"
"Haha, come in, you are well-informed."
The obese man laughed and walked into the small courtyard alone: "If you are really smart, the moment you enter the Hulunbuir Grassland, I should greet you and welcome my friend home."
Di Cheng looked up at him and said with a smile: "Why do you have the leisure to go out for a walk today? I remember that you rarely left the stadium at that time."
"It's so rare for you to come back, how could I not come to greet you? All other big things have to be put aside!" Mofsang looked very enthusiastic and excited, and he wanted to give Di Cheng a hug. If someone who didn't know him well would still
I really thought the two parties were old friends and good brothers.
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Di Cheng was not fooled by the other party's smile. They had been dealing with each other for five years. He knew this fat man best. The simplest and most appropriate description is... "businessman temperament"!
The word "profit" runs through his soul and life!
The more polite and courteous he is to you, the more he needs you!
But one thing I have to admit is that this person is shrewd and cunning enough to rise to the level of art, otherwise the entire Hulunbuir Death Fighting Tournament would not be left to his sole discretion. Rich businessmen and tycoons from all over the world would remain silent in front of him.
Quite polite.
"It's nothing important. I just want to help you. Welcome you and...this is..." Mofusang looked at Shalang and Wantong. There was a look of surprise in his eyes, but there was no other annoying expression. It was quite satisfactory.
, quite gentlemanly.
"My dear, brother." Di Cheng introduced simply.
Mofusang gave Di Cheng a thumbs up and said with a smile: "My brother is so lucky!! Haha. I will be a host at noon today to help you with the wind and dust. How about it? Old friends, do you want to show your face?"
"Maybe another day, I'm almost ready." Di Cheng pointed to the hare meat in the pot and invited, "How about you stay and eat together?"
"Of course I want to taste your craftsmanship, but... I have already prepared a banquet, and many old friends are waiting for you there. And... today is an unusual day."
"What's so unusual about this?"
"First of all, of course, you are back. Today is exciting enough. The other thing is..." Mofusang paused for a while and said, "Do you still remember Tu Qingcang?"
"Tu Qingcang? Of course you remember, he is still in Hulunbuir?" Apart from Yang Jing, there were two winners of Hulunbuir's 200-game winning streak back then. One was Xu Yun with double swords, and the other was Yanluo Tu Qingcang! Both of them shocked Southeast Asia and caused death.
The king of the fighting arena.
"Yes! Of course! When you successfully shaped the myth in the history of Southeast Asia, our Hulunbuir Division attracted widespread attention. The players were also inspired. In three years, a large number of outstanding players emerged one after another. There are eight little kings with 100 consecutive victories.
, there are three people with 200 consecutive wins, and besides...a 400-game winning streak was born half a year ago."
"Four hundred?" Di Cheng raised his head in surprise. He had been struggling in death fighting matches for five years, so he naturally understood the meaning of four hundred consecutive victories! Xu Yun, with his peak gold-level strength, could only stop at
Two hundred consecutive victories. The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes. The winner of three hundred consecutive victories must at least be at the middle level of gold, which is equivalent to a Skynet monster!
What about the four hundred? Could it be that Hulunbuir has once again given birth to a high-level golden king!!!
High-level gold!! Compared to the secretive quasi-amethyst experts and human emperors, this level is undoubtedly the most peak existence in the eyes of outsiders!!
Such as Yang Jing, such as Fang Zhongshou, such as Guiwa.
Mofusang also looked a little excited: "It's Tu Qingcang! Half a year ago, he succeeded, really succeeded, and successfully completed four hundred consecutive victories. And in the next six months, he never stopped and continued to invite battles.
All ninety-nine games for all players ended in complete victory. Today...is his 500th game!! Just like you back then!"
Di Cheng stood up slowly: "Tu Qingcang??"
"Yes!!! That's him!!! Tu Qingcang!! Haha..." Mofusang opened his arms and laughed excitedly: "Yam Luo Tu Qingcang!!! The most dazzling death fighting competition in Southeast Asia today.
Stars are known as the beings most likely to shape myths.”
"His match is scheduled for today?"
"It's about to start at noon today! The mode is the same as before, two hundred-game winning streaks and one two-hundred-game winning streak, taking turns to challenge. Didn't you notice that there were relatively few people in the town at noon today? Those rich people have already arrived
We have arrived at the scene. My friend, are you interested in watching it with me? Witnessing the shaping of the myth together? I have left you the most luxurious room with the absolute best visual orientation!"
Sha Lang and others also showed some interest. They had only heard of the Death Fight Tournament, but had never seen it with their own eyes. It was only open to the top wealthy people, and others were not qualified to watch or understand it. Unexpectedly, they had just arrived.
Hulunbuir has caught up with this level of fighting competition.
Ye Wantong quietly asked Di Cheng: "Let's go? It's rare for someone to be so enthusiastic."
"Haha, you're welcome, brothers and sisters. It's my honor for you to go."
Di Cheng did not agree immediately, but just looked at Mofusang. The smile on his face began to feel uncomfortable, and then he said with a half-smile: "Is it as simple as just watching the game?"
"Of course, of course. I came here to invite you just to witness the rebirth of the myth with you." Mofsang promised again and again.
Di Cheng looked at him deeply, but without criticizing him, he wiped his hands and said, "Let's go and have a look together."
Mofsang became energetic and immediately raised his hand: "Please!!"
PS: Flowers, flowers, it’s the end of the month, do you guys still have flowers? Don’t waste them. If there are any, please give them to the mice, they will continue to explode in a few days!!
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