After Yu Sheng drove away the two cats, the cat-faced monster told them the rules of the cat world.
"In the world of cats, whoever sees the food first, the food belongs to that cat." said the cat-faced monster.
If other cats also grab food, in the eyes of the cats, it is robbery and is immoral.
"If the food is in someone else's hands, then whose property does it belong to?" Yu Sheng asked.
"What you are asking is a bit unnecessary." Ye Zigao said, "Of course it belongs to you. It would be immoral for the cat to rob it."
"No," the cat-faced monster glanced at Ye Zigao, "I said, the food belongs to the first cat that sees it."
"No matter whose hands it is," the cat-faced monster emphasized.
"Uh", Ye Zi glanced at the two cats who were looking at the roasted chicken, and felt that what the cat-faced monster said made sense.
Especially when I saw the domineering behavior of the two cats who grabbed the chicken wings confidently after the demon ghost pulled the chicken wings to the little white fox.
However, the little white fox was also wise and swept the two cats out with his tail.
"It's strange to say, as the saying goes, if you hear the Tao in the morning, you will become a monster in the evening." Ye Zigao looked at the little white fox.
"Xiaobai's spiritual wisdom has been awakened, so why is there no sign of turning into a demon yet? Could it be that he puts too much energy into eating?"
"That's right." said the black girl who got a chicken leg. "It stands to reason that under the influence of the monsters in this room, Xiaobai should have turned into a human long ago."
"What are you talking about? What does a room full of monsters mean?" Cao'er and Liuliu walked in holding Qiuqiu, "Don't include us."
In the wilderness, spirits are different from monsters.
Most of the monsters are made of vegetation or dead objects, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, or becoming spiritual monsters by chance.
"And me." Yu Sheng said.
"You are the most evil person in the house." Ye Zigao said.
"Monster, you uncle, I am a god, or a human god." Yu Sheng feigned anger, "And now you have made both humans and gods angry."
He waved to the black girl to discipline them, otherwise their wages would be deducted. The huddled black girl immediately stood up.
When Cao'er saw Yu Sheng's return, he happily said: "Shopkeeper, hurry up, bury that man in the snow before he dies."
After Yu Sheng left, Cao'er tried his best to be merciful, but the man still died of diarrhea.
Cao'er could only throw him into the snow to prevent it from rotting and hindering the inn's business.
"That's later." Yu Sheng looked around, "I'll come back to find out where the guests who set off the fireworks yesterday are?"
"Did you also see it in Yangzhou?" Bai Gaoxing said in surprise, "The guest is upstairs, and there are many people coming with him."
"I saw it." Yu Sheng nodded, and when he was about to go upstairs to meet the guest, he saw a group of people coming down.
"Second servant, bring some cannons to light up the lights. It's going to freeze to death." The man in second place shouted.
He wears a thick cotton-padded jacket, has a tall and straight figure, and has a beard on his face, which is the same color as his hair with only one ring, and is slightly red.
Needless to say, this is the person who set off fireworks privately, because I smell the smell of gunpowder on him for the rest of my life.
But what attracts Yu Sheng even more is the young man at the top.
He has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a sword hanging on his waist. His whole body also looks like a sword.
However, for some reason, this sword made Yu Sheng, or to be precise, Yu Sheng's right hand feel close to him.
The young man also noticed something unusual and silently looked up and down at Yu Sheng.
Seeing them sitting at a table, Yu Sheng took out the Jinyiwei sign and walked up, "Everyone, I'm going to ask you a routine question. I'm sorry."
They were a little surprised. Except for the young people, they all looked at the rest of their lives unruly.
"No problem, please." The young man said with a smile.
"Did you set off the fireworks yesterday?" Yu Sheng asked straight to the point.
"What, I broke the law by setting off fireworks?" The bearded man glared at Yu Sheng, his temper was very hot.
"No, but if you scare the flowers and plants in my inn so that they don't grow taller, grandpa, I'll take it from you." Yu Sheng was not polite.
Cao'er said angrily from the side: "Yu Sheng, your uncle."
"For the rest of your life?" The young man looked at him unexpectedly and kicked his beard to signal him to shut up.
The young man stood up and said, "It turns out to be Alliance Leader Yu. I'm disrespectful and disrespectful. I'm Shi Jingtian, from the Central Plains."
He pointed at his beard and said, "This brother of mine likes to set off fireworks whether he is happy or angry. Yesterday he was a little abrupt."
Yu Sheng cupped his hands and said, "It doesn't matter, where did your fireworks come from? Are they descendants of Chang'an?"
The bearded man was startled, and everyone also focused their attention on him.
"My father is from Chang'an City." He looked at Yu Sheng suspiciously.
There are not many people who still remember Chang'an in the Central Plains, let alone the Eastern Wasteland outside the Central Plains.
All the skills of growing a beard were taught to him by his father who came from Chang'an City.
Because he was better than his master, he embarked on the path of gunpowder after many years of exploration and became a gunpowder master.
Of course, even if you step into the ranks of immortals, your life span is boundless.
He looks like an ordinary person, only the skills in his hands are superb.
"No wonder." Yu Sheng said: "My little aunt is also from Chang'an City. She felt very friendly after seeing the fireworks last night, so she asked me to check."
"She's from Chang'an City, what's her last name?" Beard stood up excitedly. He was very affectionate towards Chang'an City.
Not only because his skills were passed down from Chang'an, but also because his father never forgot Chang'an, which made him remember that he was from Chang'an when he was young.
His father's lifelong wish was to return to Chang'an, and even when he died, he faced the direction of Chang'an.
However, when you look up at the sun, you cannot see Chang'an. Chang'an is even farther away than the sun.
In the Central Plains, which is full of ruins and displaced people, many people have this stubborn identity.
Because in the Central Plains, where there is intrigue and deceit among each other and being oppressed by the gods, it is precisely because of this consensus of identity that the people can gather together to survive tenaciously.
For people from the Central Plains, the name of their hometown is the warm breeze of their hometown, which makes their hearts warm when they hear it.
"Your surname is Li, why don't I take you into the city..." Yu Sheng was interrupted before he could finish his words.
"The surname is Li!" The bearded man was startled. According to his father, there is only one family with the surname Li in Chang'an City. "A descendant of the Cheng Zai?"
"What city slaughter?" Yu Sheng was puzzled. Could it be that my aunt's family in Chang'an was a family of slaughterers.
"Under one person, above ten thousand people, he is in charge of all affairs in Chang'an City." Luo Ji said nonsense.
In Chang'an City, the city lord is indifferent and obsessed with all kinds of incredible creations, while the city manager is in charge.
"I don't know about that, why don't you follow me into the city..." Yu Sheng was interrupted again.
The young man stood up and said, "Since Alliance Leader Yu's aunt is also from Chang'an City and was punished by God for destroying her hometown, then the matter will be easier to handle."
He cupped his hands and said, "We happen to have something to discuss with Alliance Leader Yu."
I didn’t answer for the rest of my life.
Because he heard the bearded man muttering, "Descendants of Chengzai, descendants of Chengzai, haha, I have to set off fireworks to celebrate."
The young man kicked him again, and the bearded man became more obedient, but still put his hand into his pocket.
"What are we discussing?" Yu Sheng asked.
The young man smiled mysteriously, "I wonder if Mr. Yu has ever heard of the God Killer?"
"Of course I've heard it, it's like thunder." Yu Sheng looked at the young man and told him not to think of himself as a fool.
"The God-Slayer, the first person to kill gods, is feared by all the gods. If he were not surrounded by gods and giants, he would lead the human race to new glory." Although Yu Sheng's words were thunderous, the young man still raised his head,