In the bungalow, Cao Ning was lying lazily on the sofa, holding a ginseng as thick as an arm and devouring it.
"I'm not talking about you, old man. You're saying that you are so old, why do you still like to fight at all times? This is not good... Oops, you still have a bit of a toothache."
Cao Ning looked at the ginseng in his hand, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like a mutant radish.
"Look, I thought you were old, but you were fooled by someone using a large radish mass-produced in a greenhouse. I thought the taste was wrong."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Mr. Lan's veins popped out with anger, but his mouth was blocked by Cao Ning, and he couldn't say a word.
"Oh, old man, just give up your resistance. I stole the rope that tied you up from the secret room of King Qin Guang's house... cough cough cough, I took out the good things, so don't even think about breaking free...
"
"Master, Master, Master, help me!"
At this moment, Zhu Xiaoming, who was so frightened that he peed his pants, ran to Cao Ning with tears in his eyes.
With a plop, Zhu Xiaoming knelt on the ground and hugged his thigh tightly.
"Master, you are back. Tingtiao wants to eat pigs... No, no, Tingtong wants to eat people!"
"Um???"
Cao Ning was confused when he heard this, and it happened that Di Ting, who was chasing after him, also arrived at this time.
Seeing Cao Ning appear in front of him, he immediately became honest.
Sitting on the ground obediently, grinning and baring his big teeth, he was so obedient that people couldn't get used to it.
Cao Ning patted Zhu Xiaoming on the shoulder and asked doubtfully: "You said it wants to eat you?"
"Um!"
Zhu Xiaoming slumped on the ground and looked at Cao Ning pitifully: "It, it was licking me just now!"
"Is this happening?"
"Ooooooo!"
Upon hearing this, Di Ting immediately shook his head in aggrievedness.
Judging from its appearance, it seems that it is unwilling to admit it whether it is life or death.
But it obviously underestimated Cao Ning's methods.
"Really? Then let me see who is lying?"
Cao Ning walked forward with a smile, reached out and patted Di Ting's forehead.
The next second, a beam of spiritual light poured into Cao Ning's body from the palm of his hand.
"..."
Di Ting's scalp was numb and his big eyes were moving wildly.
Before Cao Ning could say anything, Di Ting, who had a guilty conscience, ran away.
"Ooooooo!"
"Oops, Husky pig, come back here!"
Seeing the guilty Di Ting running away, how could Cao Ning let him go so easily?
Before Di Ting could run out of the hospital, Cao Ning grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him into the air.
"Good boy, Shihan doesn't have time to educate you, so you think I don't exist? Even my apprentice dares to talk about it. Today I have to beat your own mother even if you don't know me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a pitiful wailing sound came from the night sky.
"Awwww..."
There was a sudden storm, and as the sound of howling became louder and louder,
More and more dark clouds gathered in the night sky, accompanied by bursts of harsh thunder.
Within a few minutes, heavy rain fell rapidly, covering the mountains, rivers, sun and moon.
Mr. Lan, who was trapped in the chair, tried his best to spit out the smelly socks in his mouth.
Before he could curse, he was stunned by the strange sight in mid-air.
"The power of the Netherworld was actually suppressed by the Golden Dragon. Is this... the power of the God Realm?"
The old man's eyes widened and his brows furrowed. He couldn't believe that the scene in front of him was real.
I saw a child crying in mid-air.
The purple ghost power on its body has been suppressed by a golden dragon in the night sky.
Even if it is a ten-thousand-year-old beast, it still cannot break away at this moment.
"Who is this kid? He can actually let the golden dragon hover for him to protect him?" ωωw.
Lan Yihe was dumbfounded. At this moment, he was only shocked and confused.
Not only him, but also Li Weiwei, who was far away in Jiangning, was also attracted by the vision on the horizon.
Looking at the billowing sea of clouds on the horizon, Li Weiwei felt curious.
"Strange, who can provoke him to such a violent fight? Could it be that the remnants of the demon world have appeared?"
"Fairy is overly worried. With the urinary nature of those remnants, they will never appear in public view easily before they have sufficient strength."
Taibai, who lives and cultivates himself among the orchids, transformed into a white morning glory, and his smiling face became clearer.
Li Weiwei's beautiful eyes flickered: "You are recovering well. It seems that you will be able to walk freely in the world soon."
"It's not all thanks to the fairy's protection. Without your power of the God of Medicine, if I want to re-consolidate the human form, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to achieve anything in less than a thousand years."
"Really? I just did what I should do. If you want to thank me, just thank that person."
"You mean the one on the horizon?"
Taibai looked at the obsessed Li Weiwei and chuckled lightly: "Thanks should be thanked, both of you should be thanked!"
"..."
Li Weiwei looked cold and did not respond. She just stared at the horizon in a daze.
...
After a night of storm, even the air felt much fresher.
Different from usual, Jiangning City is extremely busy today, and large trucks carrying goods can be seen everywhere on the streets.
On the car, there are boxes and boxes of ingot candles stacked up.
Their destinations are all different, they are all sent to the crematorium where Lan Yihe is.
After a night of friendly negotiations, Lan Yihe agreed to Cao Ning's plan to build a factory next to the crematorium and promised to raise 3 million to express his feelings.
Cao Ning was naturally very happy about this good news.
However, considering that Ai Crazy 26 was about to go on sale, he posted dozens of posts online overnight, offering to buy ingot candles and Ming Yuan banknotes at a price that was ten times higher than the market price.
This caused vendors in Jiangning City who specialized in longevity products to clear their inventory overnight.
They loaded everything they squeezed into trucks and rushed to the crematorium.
Early in the morning, in addition to several funeral teams queuing up to cremate the corpse, there were also twenty or thirty large trucks blocking the gate, waiting for Cao Ning to inspect and accept them.
"Hey, Kong Er, you're here too. I knew you would be indispensable for such a good thing!"
"Isn't that necessary? This price is ten times higher than the market price. This is the first time in my life that I have seen the Ming coins being so valuable. I don't want to miss this opportunity."
"Who says it's not the case... Hey, do you think this person is seriously ill to come up with such a bad idea?"
"Let me see, it's probably some dude from some family who was entrusted with the dream by the old man. He's just spending money to get peace of mind."
"Hey, that makes sense! But having said that, as long as he is willing to accept our things, I don't care what his feelings are. If I have money, I can still make it."
"That's right, that's right, as long as he can make money, it doesn't matter what he wants to do!"
"..."
As the number of delivery vehicles increased, the entrance to the crematorium became very busy for a while.
In the end, it became more than just a delivery team.
Even the provincial TV station came with several vehicles and set up high-definition cameras, as if it was a live broadcast of a large-scale event.
It’s simply more lively than the Chinese New Year!
