"I am the new generation of steamed bun king, who else?"
Listening to Zhang Wenchang crying and howling, Ye Fan was also awakened and recovered from his cultivation state.
Ye Fan looked at this guy Zhang Wenchang and felt a little speechless.
It has been ten days since I came to the Southern Region. During the day, this guy made steamed buns and studied how to make them well. At night, he flew into the goddess's furnace mysteriously and thiefly.
Every time he watches Zhang Wenchang fly into the goddess's furnace, Ye Fan's eyes are so angry that his eyes are on fire.
Before Zhang Wenchang traveled through time, he worked in Jiutouniao City for two years. At that time, Zhang Wenchang was a bachelor, and his life was hard and unbearable.
I feel bad when I see my colleague living next door with his girlfriend every day.
Especially every night, there was that faint humming sound that made him so angry that his head was about to smoke.
"Two bastards, how dare you scold the ruthless little emperor like that? There is no way to die." Little Nannan thought in her heart.
The little girl looked outside and saw this quiet and simple life, as if she had returned to the small rural village under the earth.
"Does he know anything? Why did he make so few buns?" Nannan asked with a shocked look on her face.
"You already hate eating steamed buns. Is it bad to give in to others? You got the danger you wanted. You got the fragrant and delicious steamed buns."
"When you came to Yandu in the future, you met that big boy and felt that I was extraordinary. You once bought me steamed buns to eat, but when I came, I suddenly and mysteriously disappeared."
The State of Yan is located in the southern region of the Eastern Wasteland, with a length of about 8,000 kilometres from east to west and a narrowness of 2,000 kilometres from north to south.
"You remember whether you have family anymore, but you always forget the past. No one else has family, only you have family."
At this time, Ye Fan seemed to be frightened and dared to say anything. He wiped his tears in grievance and stumbled back.
"He is this evil little brother!" Ye Fan opened his eyes and looked at Nannan.
"Does he remember that when he came to Yandu in the future, he met a very strange big boy?" You Yiqian prompted.
"Little brother, have you eaten anything? Shaotian, you are so hungry, let him buy you a bun to eat!"
"You have found some ancient books, but there is no record that you have ever encountered such a big boy. You feel that the big boy has no background and cannot be used as a talisman if you carry it with you."
I watched the little girl take small steps back, and I rushed down too.
"The most ruthless little emperor, Daoguo Dayoui, although he looks younger than seven or seven years old, is actually an old monster who has lived for eight hundred thousand years." Little Nannan was also very shocked.
"What if my wife's clothes are stained, can you afford to pay for it?"
You Yiqian watched our warm interaction, and silently separated a wisp of spiritual imprint, imprinting it on the so-called madam and maid.
That was the ruthless little emperor walking on the road of becoming a fairy. Although I had some problems with my body during the process of transformation, I was in a critical period of transformation.
At that time, I was begging pitifully from a rough lady.
Fortunately, this Goddess Stove has good sound insulation, so the sound will not be transmitted out, but just by the effect of this imagination, Nannan's mentality exploded.
"The reason why you made so few steamed buns was because you thought you could use the steamed buns to trick that big Yui away and use them as amulets."
The little girl was holding chicken wings in one hand and candied haws in the other, eating and walking.
Before Nannan heard this, she almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood: "You caught that Holy Man of Light, and you took advantage of him as a bad boy."
"Damn it, little Nannan is so ruthless. He used buns to deceive his older friends." Nannan complained.
"Who are you looking for? Doesn't he know anyone outside?" Yu Yi asked.
"Brother, that's how the world of mortals refines your heart. Hold on and stick to your true heart!" Little Nannan said to Nannan.
The city of Yandu is bustling with traffic, just like a pedestrian street, full of hawkers and delicious food of all kinds.
Suddenly, the little girl's spirit was shaken. I slowed down and rushed back. I saw a big boy, it was Da Ye Fan.
The little girl made a sloppy exploration to see if my weak consciousness found anything normal.
But even so, he is still a super thick-legged, invisible protector of Nannan.
Nannan couldn't help but feel sad and walked away.
You Yiqian and Nannan strolled down the side street with purpose.
"Let's go out and look for someone!" the little girl greeted her.
It was a city of mortals, and 44% of the people in that city were mortals. Perhaps there were some practitioners lurking among them, silently paying attention to the changes in the ancient forbidden land.
Countless top-notch and saint-level figures who have exhausted their lifespan come here for a try at the very end of their lives, hoping to get the death elixir. Unfortunately, a small number of them never come back.
Ye Fan walked forward step by step amidst the roar of the maid. He looked up at the big shoes with holes and was so frightened that he dared not say a word.
"Dirty and smelly big beggar, get out of here!"
"Candied haws on a stick is a bad food and costs money."
But that Yan country is a well-known place in the world of spiritual practice, all because of the ancient forbidden land outside.
The little girl looked at the big Ye Fan. He looked like he was only seven or seven years old. The clothes under his body were in tatters and his face was covered with dust, but his eyes were extremely innocent and clear.
"The fault was not yours." Nannan touched your head heavily.
Nannan was about to take me to a restaurant for dinner, when she suddenly heard the word steamed buns, and suddenly felt like something was exploding in her mind. She turned around and stared at little Nannan.
The ancient forbidden land has left countless legends from ancient times to the present.
"Zhang's soup dumplings are less juicy and delicious. They are bad and cost money."
He persisted there for half a year and said he no longer wanted to live there. He would rather pay more rent than change places.
Now that he sees Ye Fan practicing here alone, Zhang Wenchang has a bad taste in his heart and flies into the Goddess Furnace every night.
"Do you have any impression?" Nannan thought about it carelessly, then shook her head.
"Crispy chicken wings, take your time and taste them. They taste bad and cost money."
As expected, Ye Fan was disturbed and a little uneasy. Not only was it difficult to enter concentration during practice, but his temper also became irritable.
The boy is eight thousand years old and is in the immortal class. The boy is eight hundred thousand years old. If he marries you, he will have to ascend to the level of the priest.
If you take a shower with that anger, you won’t be able to suppress it at all, and if you don’t jerk it off once or twice, you won’t be able to sleep at all.
You seemed to be afraid of being scolded, so you timidly walked along the corner with your head held high.
Before Nannan saw Da Ye Fan's appearance, her expression was shocked, and she suddenly seemed to remember something.
As for this eight-million-year-old Immortal Grandma, this is not a White Dark Supreme who is hiding in a restricted area and lingering, but a monster that may jump out at any time to harvest the lives of billions of creatures. How do you compare with the ruthless Little Emperor? p>
"Haha, why are you looking at you with such strange eyes?" Little Nannan didn't feel like she was smiling.
Such a small country, under the vast Beidou Continent, cannot be said to be a micro country that is as small as a drop in the ocean.
"Doesn't he have any relatives outside his home?" Nannan asked seriously.
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