"Master, the young mistress is really angry this time. If you are caught next time, you still have to be cowardly!
Master, although I have no experience before, I still know that women should be coaxed when they should be coaxed."
Wangcai reported to Ding Xiaoyi in a low voice about the wild woman.
It was expected that a wild woman would get angry, and Ding Xiaoyi was not surprised at all.
A soft "hmm" is considered a response to prosperity.
Looking at the diary in his hand, the diary has been opened to a new page.
The content of this page is very interesting.
Alliance Calendar: The first day of the Lunar New Year in the year 103.
Erluzi and I drank a lot today.
Er Lengzi looked at the quiet sky outside and couldn't help but feel nostalgic, saying that a long time ago, every household would set off fireworks during the Chinese New Year.
When the family gathers around the table, young people will put aside their usual pretense.
Chatting with your brothers and sisters about a new game, or waiting to discuss where to go to play in the snow with cannons.
Older people tend to sit together.
Eating melon seeds and snacks.
A large family sat together to watch a program called the Spring Festival Gala.
Until twelve o'clock at night.
Under the ringing of the New Year's Eve bell, countless firecrackers roared.
The sky will sparkle with colorful and magnificent fireworks.
The children would stand on the roof of the building, waving their fire sticks while watching.
Until late at night, the old man will light a lantern to watch the New Year.
Quietly, he tucked the sleeping children beside him into bed.
That's called New Year's Eve.
Er Lengzi seems to miss the people of that time very much.
Maybe people at that time were not as wealthy as they are now.
However, the affection between each other did not disappear because of poverty, but instead became closer to each other.
The tradition of celebrating the New Year was preserved by the Xia people and further carried forward.
But walking around each other, I always felt that there was nothing but the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
It seems that even the last trace of the new year is gone.
I envy the era Er Lengzi talks about.
But I am very content to have Xiao B with me.
That night, we talked about the past, and then talked about the future.
When the future was mentioned, there was finally a glimmer of expectation in Erluzi's eyes.
It was a big world.
In this modern world, many old guys who have been dormant will be ready to make a move.
Some people can have smooth sailing and then have great success.
Some people are destined to become stepping stones in this great world.
Ding Xiaoyi looked at it very carefully. He had heard the word "Da Shi" more than once.
The most prominent one is the opinion of Augustine, the great elder of the Houston family, on the future.
It was said that it was a glorious era, and the seeds that the league and the union had worked so hard to germinate would sprout.
Unfortunately, Augustine didn't say much. He only mentioned these two words slightly, focusing more on the transfer of power to the consul in two years' time.
In the diary, after Grandpa and Erluzi said these two words, most of the topics they discussed were mosaics.
Suddenly, this made Ding Xiaoyi feel unhappy.
It's like I was in a dance hall and paid money to find a young lady, but the young lady said that I can only look at it but not touch it.
In an instant, half the fun was lost.
Close the diary.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but think deeply.
"Master, the noodles are ready!"
At this time, Mr. Chen walked up, holding a large blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand.
Inside is a large bowl of oily noodles, red spicy peppers, white and tender noodles, a handful of bean sprouts, a handful of green onions and garlic, and a spoonful of boiling scallion oil is poured on it.
The bright red oil-splashed noodles roll with the spicy flavor of onions and garlic.
Ding Xiaoyi casually handed down the diary in his hand and began to eat with his bowl and chopsticks.
“Master, Datou hasn’t come back yet, is there really no problem??”
But after thinking about it, as long as the big head is on the Chiki boat, there will be no big problems.
Moreover, I have tried this issue several times using the [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box], and the results are always safe.
The question is, why hasn't Big Head come back yet?
The characteristic of the Chi Kissing Boat is that it will drift wherever the mind thinks. If the big head wants to come back, the Chi Kissing Boat should have brought it back by now.
"Gugu..."
When it comes to Datou, Rouqiu's mood seems particularly low.
Although he always fights with Big Head on weekdays, as time goes by and he doesn’t see his little friend, Rouqiu starts to miss him.
"Just wait and see. If it doesn't come back after a while, I'll ask the old man to help."
As he spoke, Ding Xiaoyi ate the noodles in his hand in one big gulp.
He raised his head and looked at Mr. Chen: "If I want to break through to the disaster spirit level, what conditions are needed?"
With his own strength and the disaster spirit, few people are his opponents.
I thought this was enough for me to live happily in this sea area, but not long after I arrived overseas, I met the ghost captain Sardar.
Not to mention, there is a monster like his own wife.
This made him feel a lot of pressure inexplicably.
The evil spirit level and the disaster spirit level are completely different concepts.
If the evil spirit level still has a certain possibility of being counter-killed by someone with low strength.
So when you reach the disaster spirit level, the possibility of such a leapfrog counterattack is extremely small.
Just the spiritual energy space released by oneself is already a completely different power.
Having already experienced this deeply, I had to start thinking about my next route.
"this……"
Mr. Chen did not answer Ding Xiaoyi immediately, but frowned and began to think about it.
It is not easy to reach the level of disaster spirit.
At this level, it can only be said that he took half a step forward and then took it back.
Not just him, I believe that many old monsters in the union and alliance are basically in this situation.
It’s not because of poor talent or lack of resources.
It's because the body can't bear it, and a little bit of luck.
My young master definitely doesn't have to worry about the former, and with a little bit of luck in the latter, it shouldn't be that bad.
But my young master has always had a very serious problem.
Mr. Chen thought for a moment, seemed to be organizing his words, and after a while he said: "Master, where is your psychic creature??"
"Psychic creature??"
Ding Xiaoyi was startled, then heard Mr. Chen continue: "The existence of psychic creatures not only lends us their abilities, but more importantly, they are equivalent to a medium that helps us understand power.
Even after entering the door of the disaster spirit level, you still need them as a medium so that you can suddenly understand the power of the rules.
Master, what is your psychic creature??"
Mr. Chen's words instantly made him a little confused.
That's right, what is your own psychic creature?
I have [Tiger Fury], [Thousand Faceless Faces], [Ghost Servant], [Wonderful Wealth] and the evil spirit high-grade psychic creature given to me by the Wild Woman, [Apollo's Feather].
In addition, he also has two major abilities: invisibility and magic.
There are also many equipments.
There are also psychic rods, Xuantong bracelets, Xuantong daggers and Xuantong swords, as well as the [space gems] that I got from wild women.
Any piece of these equipment is enough to attract countless people to grab it.
But he has gathered thousands of things into one.
Logically speaking, I have no shortage of psychic creatures.
But just like that, it seems that I have never really regarded myself as a spiritual master.
It seems that I don't have any psychic creatures that really fit me.
"You see, here comes the problem. Even a fallen spirit master has a psychic creature that is exclusive to him. You have everything, but you have nothing. It's like everyone else is a bachelor, focusing on developing and farming.
It's a good thing for you, you are living happily everywhere, but in the end it's all in vain and you don't lose anything!"
Faced with such an appropriate metaphor from Mr. Chen.
I didn't know what to say for a moment.
Just when Ding Xiaoyi was wondering whether he should be more focused like Mr. Chen.
But I heard a sound I hadn't heard for a long time, coming from the rocks outside the fence.
"Why does it have to be a psychic creature? Wouldn't it be better for you to do it yourself?"
Looking back, I saw that the owner of the voice was an old man who I hadn't seen for many days.
"Hey, didn't you say yesterday that it would take some time before you come?"
Just the day before Ding Xiaoyi came back, Old Man Zao and Bai Pangpang came together. After eating and drinking here, they got up and left with satisfaction.
Before leaving, he also said that it might take a long time to come back next time.
Unexpectedly, in less than a day, the bad old man would come back again.
I saw the old man grabbing a red little piglet from the bamboo basket behind his back and throwing the piglet into the fence.
The small piglet rolled on the ground and suddenly became stronger in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it was no longer the size of a puppy, but it suddenly became taller and stronger than a bear.
The red flesh on the whole body has golden texture, and the black pig's trotters make a clanking sound when stepping on the ground.
It looks like a pig, but its body is much bigger than a bear in the mountain forest.
The red pig grinned and made a low roaring sound.
As a result, before it could roar, a big fluffy tail jumped out from nowhere and hit the red pig on the forehead.
Suddenly there was a shrill scream, and a bloodstain split from the big red pig's head. The painful red pig screamed, turned around, and was about to break open the fence and escape.
"stop!"
Seeing that the big fat pig was about to break through his own fence, Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly shouted.
Not to mention a pig on his chassis, even if he is squatting on the rocks, he is not timid at all.
Suddenly the big red pig froze and could only stand in place like a sculpture.
"Hey, didn't we agree before that I will take care of the meat and wine, and you will take care of the food and drinks?"
The old man stared at the plump buttocks of the big red pig with his eyes and said: "This pig is called Wufu Pig. It is a good thing. Eating it can increase your luck!"
"No wonder, it turned out that he was trying to push away the little fat man!"
Mr. Chen looked like this.
But I heard the bad old man say with disgust: "Of course, with all the effort I have put into this pig, the golden bald man still wants to do it in vain, whoring, dreaming!"
It turns out that Bai Pangpang’s surname is Jin.
Ding Xiaoyi nodded mentally, remembering Bai Pangpang's last name.
I saw the bad old man handing over the door sticker quickly, walked in, and walked carelessly to the chair where the meat ball transformed.
He took out his cigarette rod from his lower back and slowly rubbed the tobacco until it was firm, then stuffed it into the pot.
Ding Xiaoyi hurriedly went over and carefully used fire to bake the old man's tobacco pot until the tobacco in the pot was carbonized.
The bad old man took a puff happily.
"Old man, you just said that you don't have to use psychic creatures. What do you mean?"
