The noisy and modern vegetable market is full of people coming and going in an endless stream.
If anyone in this vegetable market has the best business, it is naturally the pork stall from the Golden Triangle stall.
Waving a flexible butcher knife, he weighed two kilograms of ribs to Li Sanniang who came to visit.
When he handed it out, he didn't forget to stroke his sexy beard with his other hand. He took the opportunity to wipe off Li Sanniang's oil and at the same time gave her a flirtatious look.
"devil."
Li Sanniang cursed angrily, but her voice was full of coquettishness. She raised the corners of her mouth to show off the sexy red mole on her lips and said, "Remember to come to my house tonight."
After saying that, Li Sanniang held up her bucket and left leisurely carrying two kilograms of ribs.
Pork Rong looked at that perfect bucket waist and was secretly fascinated. He was also distracted.
At this moment, he couldn't help sneezing more than ten times in a row.
It seemed like it was just a normal sneeze, but it made Zhu Zhurong's pupils shrink.
His gaze was profound at this moment, as if he had seen the distant starry sky through the clouds.
But his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
The resolute face and brows were full of seriousness, and when he raised his fingers, an unpredictable feeling suddenly emerged.
Then he murmured solemnly.
"Who is looking for me?"
"But you can't detect the slightest trace?"
"Whether this powerful person is an enemy or a friend."
As he spoke, his expression became more solemn, and he couldn't help biting his fingertips and calculating again.
But this time the calculation was still fruitless.
After a long time with no results, he simply picked up the butcher knife in his hand and continued to chop the pork belly.
"It doesn't matter whether he is friend or foe, let alone what kind of idiot he is. He comes to me and talks as if he can cause trouble on the Shadow Island."
The minced pork belly flew off the chopping board.
Zhu Zhurong has completely recovered his mind, as if there is no such thing at all.
…
A place in the clouds.
Yi Feng came to a bistro on the second floor, leaned on the bed and drank some wine. Looking at the scene full of fireworks on the long street, a sense of belonging came over him.
I don’t know if it’s really because of the smell of fireworks.
Or maybe it’s because I returned to Yunxing.
"I really don't know where to find this ghost realm lord."
"We can only do our best to ensure the destiny of the people."
"And the thing that blocks the planet seems to have been completely cut down by me. Even if I can't find this world master, it shouldn't be considered a trap."
After drinking a pot of turbid wine, Yi Feng couldn't help but murmur.
To be honest, he has really been feeling a lot lately.
He still has some dreamlike feelings about his own strength.
I still don’t even believe it.
Where did his strength come from?
Has it always been there, or was it secretly given to me by the stupid system behind me?
If he has always had this strength, then wasn't he a pure idiot before?
And what makes him particularly confused is that he still has no special effects in fighting now, and he has only mastered a few methods.
At this time.
The tiny snail lying on the wine table caught his attention.
When he rushed back to Yunxing just now, he had truly seen the speed of this guy.
Is this guy pretending to be emotional all the time?
Just at this moment, the snail's harmless eyes looked over.
"Brumuru."
The sound came out, instantly making Yi Feng's anger rise.
"You bitch, you are still pretending, you are still pretending."
In anger, Yi Feng covered the snail with his palm like a goshawk.
This slap.
Just flatten the snail.
But the next moment, it automatically bounced up again, and its body returned to its original state. It seemed that it didn't want to pay attention to Yi Feng. It rolled its eyes at Yi Feng, turned its head and started to sleep.