Under the heavy darkness of night, a giant ship moved at full speed along the wide waterway.
Everything tonight seems to be immersed in an indescribable depth. The water is hazy and the moon is hazy, but it is not affected at all and just plunges into the boundless darkness.
Of course, this currently has nothing to do with Ning Yan, who is inside the flying boat.
He is eating hot pot.
The restaurant in the middle cabin was more luxurious than he had imagined, and the variety covered all major cuisines, including delicacies from the mountains and seas, as well as pastries and snacks. Even a long-time gourmet would not be able to fault it.
Although these dishes are very attractive, who can refuse to eat hot pot at 90 o'clock in the evening?
“Let’s have another plate of bud belly.”
Ning Yan drank a cup of herbal tea, but still felt it was not satisfying, so he raised his hand and asked for a portion of beef fennel.
Dazhou's hot pot is also called a warm stove. The bottom of the pot is boiled with broth. It is not as spicy and fragrant as the red soup pot in the previous life, but it has a unique flavor. He deliberately chose a remote table by the window to quietly enjoy the rare break between travels.
of leisure.
Eating hotpot alone is probably a bit lonely, but fortunately he has a companion.
Opposite him, Yan Yan held her chin with her little hands and pouted her little mouth: "The sewer is so dirty, what's there to eat?"
Ning Yan smiled, slowly cooked a piece of beef lobster, and turned it a few times in the dish. The tender beef lobster was immediately covered with sauce. He gently picked it up with his chopsticks and moved it forward: "Here, open your mouth." p>
Yan Yan was slightly surprised, but his eyes inevitably focused on the pair of chopsticks he had just used. A faint blush suddenly appeared on his fair neck, and his voice suddenly became louder: "I don't want to eat such dirty food."
Dirty stuff!"
"It's not bad, you should try it."
"No!"
Yan Yan shrank back, as if he had seen something extremely dirty, and said with an inner look: "Smelly pervert, don't even think about putting it in my mouth!"
Is it so dirty?
Ning Yan glanced at the beef louvers in confusion. They were very clean and had no odor at all. He saw the other party staring at the chopsticks in his hand, and then realized it later.
"I was negligent. I'll get you a new pair right away."
He scratched his head in embarrassment, took out a new pair of chopsticks and started to help her mix the dipping sauce.
Ning Yan didn't know much about Changshengtian's eating habits, so he could only dig out a few spoonfuls of leek flower sauce according to the taste of the grassland in his impression, mix it with some sesame paste, add some broth, and stir it up.
The charcoal fire under the stove is very strong, making the pot noodles steamy. The look of him lowering his head and working seriously is mixed with the layers of water mist, which is both real and ethereal.
Yan Yan was fascinated for a moment, and suddenly felt the urge to reach out and touch.
"Okay, let's try it."
Ning Yan was very satisfied with his masterpiece. As soon as he raised his head, he saw a Rouyi stretched out timidly. He was stunned: "What do you want to do?"
"No, it's nothing!"
Yan Yan was startled and hurriedly retracted her hand, her face feeling slightly hot.
What are you doing...
It must be that after staying with an idiot like Ning Yan for so long, my head is broken!
Don’t talk to him less in the future!
Ning Yan didn't pay much attention to it. Little girls of her age were weird anyway, and it was hard to figure out what was going on in their minds.
"Stop talking about that, let's try first to see if it tastes like home?"
Yan Yan came back to her senses, looked at the dipping sauce with a complicated expression, clasped her hands tightly under the table, and finally restrained those unrealistic fantasies, turned her head and pretended not to care: "Idiot... I am a tool
Ling, how can you eat these."
"It's such a pity."
Ning Yan said regretfully, but the prepared dipping sauce couldn't be wasted, so he continued to cook heartlessly: "Then I'll eat it for you~"
Yan Yan suddenly fell silent.
She always thought that she was no different from ordinary people. Maybe there was something special about her, but she was also alive and made of flesh and blood.
But it is often these small details in ordinary life that always remind her that she and Ning Yan are different after all.
That annoying Chai Ruru is the same as him.
Yan Yan's heart was filled with confusion. She felt that Ning Yan should say something at this time.
But he didn't say anything, he just knew where to eat.
No one had taught her what this strange emotion was. She didn't know how to describe it, so she felt like her chest was so tight that she couldn't breathe and felt so uncomfortable.
Yan Yan thought for a moment and couldn't bear to suffer alone.
She stood on the chair, pointed at the culprit that made her unhappy, and announced loudly: "You are not allowed to eat it either!"
Ning Yan stuck his chopsticks into the pot, and while scooping up the pieces of meat, he argued: "On the surface, I am eating hot pot, but in fact, I am using the name of hot pot to draw blood and blood. I am practicing cultivation."
Yan Yan sneered coldly and pressed Ning Yan's wrist with both hands to prevent him from succeeding.
"Let go first, stop shaking..."
"No!"
After a stalemate, the soup base in the pot made a splash and water droplets splashed everywhere.
Suddenly someone nearby couldn't bear the noise, so they slapped the table and cursed: "It's so noisy! You haven't had a meal, have you?"
Others couldn't see Yan Yan. To them, it looked like Ning Yan was messing around without quality. Ning Yan knew that he was in the wrong, so he calmly nodded and said: "I'm sorry."
But the man refused to give up. He seemed to be so angry that he couldn't understand. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and the veins on his neck were bulging. He said angrily: "I'm sorry and that's it? If you don't know how to eat, don't eat!"
"Then what do you want?"
Ning Yan is a little confused. In the end, this is just a small thing. As for why it is so popular?
"I want, I want to twist your head off!"
The man spoke more and more energetically, but he never thought that he actually stood up and rushed towards Ning Yan, knocking over the tables, chairs and benches along the way.
Obviously their conflict is not even a quarrel, but looking at the situation, it seems that Ning Yan is regarded as a life and death enemy.
Ning Yan frowned slightly, what happened to this person? Is it a coincidence? Or was it an assassination targeting him?
Just as he was pondering, the opponent rushed in front of him and struck with his fist without any fancy.
Boom!
The casserole-sized fist hit Ning Yan with a dull sound, but an attack of this magnitude was like scratching an itch for him.
"Kill you, kill you!"
The man became more and more excited, chanting like crazy, and the speed of his fists gradually increased, and the power contained in him became higher and higher.
Yan Yanruo felt something and said in shock: "There is something wrong with his blood. If he continues to beat him like this, it won't take long for the essence in his body to be exhausted."
Ning Yan was stunned when he heard this. How much hatred is there? Now you have to use the secret method of kryptonite?!
[You found some clues from the pupils of this Taoist weapon. Not bad! There is some merit! If you can learn the method of refining this Taoist weapon, great things can be accomplished!]
Dao soldiers? Pupils?
Ning Yan struck out like lightning, forcibly holding down the opponent's moving head, plucking his eyes and shouting: "Look directly at me!"
But before he could observe further, the man's expression suddenly became extremely ferocious. He covered his head and screamed. Not long after, his huge head exploded with a bang, and his brains splattered all over Ning Yan.
Many people around were still trying to watch the excitement, but they didn't expect that things took a turn for the worse. After a brief period of dead silence, screams suddenly sounded in the restaurant, and everyone fled outside frantically, creating chaos.
At three o'clock in the morning, the first murder occurred on the flying boat, just an hour after it set sail.