4th Update)

"How...... How so. ”

Seeing the Templar in front of him, who had cultivated eight Dun Armors and almost opened four of them, died tragically in front of him, Platinum Bishop Salas was a little panicked and a little confused.

That's not how the script should have been written!

After the slight change in the face of the Platinum Bishop Salas, who was finally a man who had seen the world, he quickly calmed down, and walked to the body of Duncan, a Templar, in three steps and two steps, and when he squatted down, he probed his nose with his fingers, and it seemed that he was hopeless.

Platinum Bishop Salas did not have a look of pity on his face, but directly ripped off the Templar's armor.

Don't get me wrong, he's not a pervert, he's just going to see why the Templar died of a sudden chest burst.

After taking off his armor and shirt, he was presented to Bishop Salas Platinum, a bloody wound, and the sternum and internal organs in the chest cavity were mixed together, long since they were unrecognizable, like a puddle of chewed jelly, and like a baby's rice cereal, and it was impossible to discern what caused all this.

After a sigh, Platinum Bishop Salas said secretly in his heart:

"There is still a long way to go! It seems that although this Eight Gate Dunjia stunt is strong, at the same time, the potential risk is also extremely high, if you cultivate rashly, I am afraid that you will end up with the same fate as him. ”

"If it looks like this, at this time tomorrow, I have to continue to go to the dream world and continue to dig out Yang Ming's details and experience about the cultivation of the Eight Sects Dunjia."

As the saying goes, the mattress wool is cool for a while, and the mattress is always cool.

Obviously, Platinum Bishop Salas finally caught Yang Ming's sheep, so naturally he would not let him go easily.

……

At the same time, the other side.

As the leader of the investigation team, Ning Fengzhi stayed in the morgue with a group of people, busy from morning to late at night, and has been investigating the cause of Feng Xiaotian's death and the possible potential murderer.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Feng Xiaotian lying in the coffin, his brows were tightly locked into a Sichuan shape, and he looked worried.

Although Feng Xiaotian looked dead, Ning Fengzhi's intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Ning Fengzhi would never have thought that Feng Xiaotian was faking his death, so he could only rack his brains to ponder and think about the real murderer and the murder clues behind it, but obviously, after a busy day, he was not busy with a result.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong walked in from outside with a basket in his hand and said with a smile:

"Dad, you have worked hard, I knew that you would definitely work late, and you wouldn't even have time to eat dinner, so I specially boiled and cooked a meal for you."

As he spoke, Ning Rongrong put down the basket and listed the meals one by one from it.

Garlic pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cold loofah, carrot and egg soup are all very common dishes.

Ning Rongrong obediently filled a bowl full of rice, with the tempting aroma of rice lingering on it, and at a glance, he knew that it was a high-quality grain from Soto City, and ordinary people were generally not willing to eat it, and it was usually the nobles who carefully selected such food.

"Hey."

Ning Fengzhi took the rice bowl, the tiredness on his face was swept away, and he could see at a glance the careful thoughts of his daughter from home, and said with a narrow sentence in his eyes:

"When did our little witch become so sensible that she would cook for her father? I guess if it's for your little Langjun's business? ”

What kind of daughter there is, what kind of father there is.

Ning Rongrong was embarrassed by his father's words, a shy and dry blush appeared on his face, and he said coquettishly:

"Dad, look at what you said, can't it be that people are sensible now and learn to honor your old man?"

"If that's true, then Dad is going to be moved." Ning Fengzhi was amazed and said, "Let Dad taste it first, whether the food you cook is delicious." ”

Before the words fell, he had already picked out a piece of ribs full of garlic fragrance and threw it into his mouth, chewing it slightly.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with expectant eyes, and saw that his face began to change gradually from the beginning of carelessness, just like a Sichuan opera changing his face, from red to purple.

Pork ribs are fresh ribs, but the problem is that Ning Rongrong, as a young lady, has never cooked in the past, and today is the first time to cook, so you can imagine what it will taste like.

Ning Fengzhi ate it in one bite, only to feel that what he was eating was not pork ribs, but a whole sea, and the salty taste simply broke through the sky, the salty and bitter one.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he silently said in his heart:

"It's biological, it's biological, it's biological......"

Immediately, Ning Fengzhi took a mouthful of salty taste and said with a wry smile:

"Rongrong, how much salt did you put in it?"

Ning Rongrong also seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, his little head was lowered, he gestured with the palm of his right hand, and whispered:

"That's all."

Ning Fengzhi's face stiffened, what did her daughter mean was that she put a slap of salt?

Oh my god!

Ning Fengzhi felt a bitterness on his tongue, so he simply picked up the bowl of radish and egg soup, intending to moisten his throat and quench his thirst by the way.

But as soon as this soup was in his mouth, Ning Fengzhi realized that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

What kind of soup is this?

How can it be so sweet?

This time, you don't need to ask, you know, it must be that her daughter used sugar as salt and put too much......

Ning Fengzhi silently put down the dishes and chopsticks, he swore that he would rather starve to death and jump from here, and would never eat his daughter's food again!

"Daddy." Ning Rongrong was like a child who had done something wrong, and said cautiously: "I'm okay with cooking, right?" ”

Ning Fengzhi's heart twitched, but after thinking about it, this was the first time her daughter had cooked for herself, and she couldn't dampen the child's enthusiasm, which would only make her frustrated.

Well, in fact, it's just Ning Fengzhi making excuses for spoiling his daughter.

"It's ...... It's delicious! ”

Ning Feng said with a clear conscience.

"Really?" The worry on Ning Rongrong's face was swept away, and he said in surprise: "Dad, the food I cook is really delicious?" ”

"Really!" Ning Fengzhi nodded affirmatively.

"In that case." Ning Rongrong picked up the food and brought it to Ning Fengzhi's mouth, a sincere smile overflowed on his face, but in Ning Fengzhi's eyes at the moment, it was like a witch's smile, and said, "Dad, if you like it, you can eat more." ”

Ning Fengzhi couldn't wait to slap himself, look at what you just said!

couldn't resist Ning Rongrong's repeated enthusiastic feeding, Ning Fengzhi held back his tears and ate the food sent by his daughter one bite at a time.

After it was finished, Ning Fengzhi still had a clear conscience and said:

"It smells so good!"