Thinking of Fan Ba and Xie Qi's wine, he couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth.
I don't like to drink, but the wine they drank had a sweet aftertaste, which makes my Adam's apple twitch when I think about it.
Unfortunately, these two don't know when they can come next time, so they can only wait.
But having said that, even though my psychic power has dropped a bit.
But it's just a little bit. Apart from myself, to outsiders, there is basically not much difference.
What's more, with such a rich spiritual power, this small flaw can be completely ignored.
Pick up the bottle of psychic essence in front of you in your hand.
I saw that there was no spiritual light inside, but instead it became turbid, with many impurities inside.
If before, this bottle of spiritual energy essence was still a treasure that everyone wanted.
Now I'm afraid it has become a poison that people can't avoid.
Moreover, it is a highly poisonous thing. Keep this thing away, maybe it will be used for other purposes in the future.
After opening the door and serving a large pot of instant noodles to Datou, Ding Xiaoyi asked him to get into the box, planning to take it with him tomorrow.
Although the possibility that it will actually be the big head's turn to appear is very low, it is always necessary to be prepared.
In addition, there are also [Photographic Mirror], [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box] and seven [Magnetic Explosion Balls] to bring along with you.
(Note: There were originally three pills, and three pills were subsidized by outside staff. Wang Qi gave one pill)
After making sure that he was fully prepared, Ding Xiaoyi took out the [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box] and silently thought about whether things would go smoothly tomorrow.
I saw the black pointer on the box falling in the green area.
This means that tomorrow will be very difficult.
But this is certainly not surprising.
"Am I in danger?"
After checking again, I saw that after the pointer in the box shook a few times, there was no movement.
"unconfirmed?"
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. During this time, he had already figured out the characteristics of the [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box] very clearly.
The results it gives can only be used as a reference.
Can't believe it all.
Once something changes in the middle, even a very small change, the entire result may change.
As for being unable to give any answers of your own, there is only one explanation, and that is that there are too many variables tomorrow.
After making all preparations, he did not stay at home longer and quickly returned to reality.
After all, he is not in his own house. Although he is hiding under the water, it is not good to disappear for a long time.
After taking out the key and thinking silently about Chaimu's new home, he felt a familiar tugging feeling before a cold feeling hit him. After a bubble rolled on the water, he saw Ding Xiaoyi crawling out from under the pool.
After putting on his clothes, he realized that there were already five or six missed calls on his mobile phone.
The vast majority of these calls are unknown.
There are also Redding’s phone numbers and Wang Qi’s phone numbers.
After reading it carefully, he did not reply, but simply turned off the phone.
In fact, it is not difficult to guess what Wang Qi and the others want to do on the phone at this time.
Looking at the rising sun in the distance, Ding Xiaoyi turned around and walked towards the hillside.
When they reached the hillside, Old Chen had already woken up.
Sitting there, watching the beautiful scenery of the sunrise, he felt calm and peaceful. He knew that this might be the last time he would appreciate the beautiful scenery in front of him.
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi coming, Old Chen raised his eyebrows slightly: "My child, are you afraid?"
"Afraid?"
Ding Xiaoyi thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I'm not afraid."
There is really nothing to be afraid of. Maybe it’s because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, or maybe it’s just you who knows how much capital you have.
Afraid! It’s too far away for me.
"I'm a little scared!"
Unexpectedly, old man Chen showed a bit of fear on his face: "I'm afraid I won't be able to do it tomorrow."
After carrying the hatred for so many years, at the critical moment, I discovered that I still had so many worries in my heart.
Seeing a hint of retreat flashing through Old Man Chen's eyes, he stood aside without speaking, just waiting quietly.
Perhaps if Redding and the others were here and saw this, they would definitely seize this momentary opportunity and speak out to dissuade him.
But I am not Redding.
Be it selfish or cold-blooded.
He didn't want to influence Old Chen's thoughts, nor did he want to directly intervene in this matter.
He just agreed to be a bystander, following Old Man Chen and handling the final affairs for him.
"Here, remember to keep this for me, but don't lose it. When I die, put it together in the coffin. This may be the only thing I can take with me."
A thick notebook was placed in his hand. It contained poems that Old Man Chen had collected over the years.
He remembered each piece and every word in it.
Ding Xiaoyi nodded, wrapped the diary and put it in his pocket.
"Let's go, let's go somewhere today!"
“Going down the mountain??”
"Yes! It's the last day to go down the mountain. Come walk with this old guy like me!"
Ding Xiaoyi nodded and followed Old Man Chen down Qingmang Mountain.
As soon as he got off the mountain, Ding Xiaoyi noticed two obscure eyes and began to look towards him.
"As people get older and their meat becomes smelly, there's no guarantee that they won't attract some flies."
Old Man Chen was naturally aware of these people who were secretly paying attention to him. He just laughed at himself, but didn't take it to heart.
After waving, a taxi that had been prepared for a long time quickly stopped in front of the two of them.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the driver and thought, hey, isn't this Hei Jia?
Seeing Hei Jia, Ding Xiaoyi finally couldn't help but smile: "Remember your door code??"
Heijia was startled, looked Ding Xiaoyi up and down, scratched his head: "Who are you?"
Seeing the confused look on this guy's face, which didn't look like he was pretending, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but shake his head secretly.
It seems that this guy has lost a lot of his memory again, and this time he even forgot about himself.
Seeing this, he said nothing and pulled Mr. Chen into the car.
"Go to Dragon Scale Road!"
After saying this, Old Man Chen closed his eyes slightly and rested his mind.
As the car disappeared at the end of the road.
In the base car not far away on the other side, on the huge display screen, you can see the pictures of Ding Xiaoyi and Mr. Chen in the car.
When I heard that I was going to Longlin Road.
Reding immediately frowned slightly and whispered to himself: "Should we go back and take a look?"
"Do you know what Mr. Chen is going to do??"
Wang Qi on the side couldn't help but raise his head curiously and asked.
Redding took a deep breath, relaxed himself, and then said: "Where is Mr. Chen's home..." After saying that, Redding paused again and added: "My former home!"
"Buzz...kakaka..."
After the already decayed iron door made a harsh sound, they saw the dark room in front of them, covered with cobwebs and dust.
Ding Xiaoyi carefully helped Old Chen into the room.
I saw old man Chen scanning the dilapidated furniture in the room in front of him, and walked step by step to a large box.
Opening the box, I saw a set of black armor in the box.
Blow it gently and you will see little bits of dust floating.
After Mr. Chen carefully wiped it a few times, the armor became translucent.
There is also a black flame branded on the metal outer armor.
That was Mr. Chen’s former title, Buddha Fire.
This suit of armor used to be a distinctive symbol on the battlefield, but wherever the pagoda appeared, it would become a terrifying nightmare for the enemy.
But now, this once frightening armor has been sleeping here for many years, slowly rusting away under the care of time.
After Mr. Chen put the armor back in the box, he patted his somewhat bloated belly with a regretful expression, and said half-jokingly to himself: "It's a pity that I can't put it on."
After saying that, he looked back at himself and patted Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder gently with his palm: "Take it away. Although it is scrap metal, it can still be used as a collection!"
In the base car in the distance, when Redding heard these words, the corner of his mouth couldn't stop twitching.
Redding, who is familiar with the history and culture of the Xia people, knows exactly what this means.
The inheritance of the mantle also means that Mr. Chen officially recognized that Ding Xiaoyi is his successor.
Ding Xiaoyi was not polite and locked the box directly, stuffing the key into his pocket: "Come here another day and move it!"
Old Man Chen did not respond, but walked to the wall step by step and gently wiped off the dust on the picture frame.
I saw a group photo of six people on the photo frame appearing in Mr. Chen's sight.
Among them, Chen Lao's bare head is the best to identify.
It's just that at that time, Mr. Chen was a completely muscular man, with exaggerated muscle lumps all over his body. Standing among the six people, he looked like a MT.
There were five other people, three men and two women.
At this time, Mr. Chen pointed to the thin, bookish man on the far left in the photo frame and said: "This is my eldest brother and my boss, hehe..."
When talking about this person, Mr. Chen actually smiled like a fool.
It seems that my own voice, which I always shouted to myself, is still echoing in my ears: "Buddha! Blow up that fortress for me!"
"Buddha, how many times have I told you not to put chili pepper!!!"
"Buddha, I'm starving, please cook for me!"
The sound in his ears made Mr. Chen's eyes gradually blur. In his vision, he saw a suit of green clothes dancing wildly in the wind, with long hair carrying blood beads, facing away from him.
"Buddha... big brother is here to light up the rest of the way for you. In the next life, we will be brothers."
A man with two swords stood alone in front of the entrance of the secret passage. In the blur of sight, he disappeared under a bright light.
"Brother!"
Old Chen's tears rolled down his eyes and he took the photo out of the frame: "I don't know if I can take this thing with me, so just help me bury it in the coffin!"
Mr. Chen took a deep breath and handed the photo to Ding Xiaoyi.
After getting the photo, you will see everyone's name written on the back of the photo.
Among them, the man whom Mr. Chen called the boss suddenly had two big characters written on the back of the photo: "Emperor Yan!"
Put the photo away carefully. He didn't intend to throw it into the coffin, but to take it to Chaimu's new residence.
After all, Mr. Chen, you can’t take him with you, but I can!
Of course, he could only think about these words in his mind, but he could not tell Mr. Chen.
Well, at least not now.
At this moment, Mr. Chen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he punched the cement pillar in front of him. "Bang!" The whole house seemed to vibrate.
"That's...hiss!! Oh my god, it turns out this thing is here!!"
When it was clearly seen through the remote camera that Mr. Chen's hand slowly took out a spiritual clamp from the cement pillar, everyone in the base car suddenly took a breath of air.
Especially people like Redding who are familiar with the truth, their foreheads are buzzing.
Perhaps at this time, they finally understood how amazing Mr. Chen’s methods were!
As the screen zoomed in, two big words "Blood Prison" were written on the dusty Zhenling folder.
