"Hmm." Instantly, the child smiled happily.

Qiongren rubbed the child's head, turned around and left.

"Keep the farthest distance from me, and you will be the safest." Qiongren said with some loss, and then he walked away without looking back. He didn't feel that because of the death of Xiaolu and Xiaolan, he could subconsciously keep his distance from everyone.

Qiongren didn't stay long in the northern capital and returned to the Academy of Gods.

"Why are you here, Azusa." Qiongren was a little surprised and looked at the melancholy girl at the door of the house.

"Senior Qiongren, have you forgotten me?" Zixin instantly looked very unhappy.

"How so." Qiongren laughed.

"Senior Qiongren, you haven't looked for your cute elementary school girl for so long. You must have forgotten, Senior Qiongren, you negative man. Zixin said loudly, turning around and about to run.

"Hmm...."Qiongren was stunned.

"I hate you to death. Qiongren senior. Zixin saw that Qiongren didn't make any movements, and ran away crying.

"Sure enough, you've forgotten about me, Senior Qiongren, you idiot." Zixin, who had run a long distance, squatted down and cried.

"No, I.... I.." Qiongren looked at Zixin who ran away with a depressed face.

"Doesn't the master chase after you?" Bai Jing said.

"It's not like you, White Mirror." Qiongren stared at the white mirror curiously.

And Bai Jing tilted his head to look at Qiongren, and in an instant, Qiongren was defeated.

"Now she's still at a distance from me. Good for her. Qiongren shook his head and walked into the house with some sadness.

Time flies. The civilian restaurant opened, inheriting the style of the gluttonous canteen, but the price was one-tenth of the gluttonous canteen, a small knife. But without any publicity, and certainly without any customers, it seems to be stuck in a dead loop. And so it went on for five days. The old butler was about to collapse. But he still obeyed Qiongren's instructions, that is, low-key, low-key, low-key.

"Big housekeeper, what should I do, it's been five days, why hasn't anyone come to the door yet." A subordinate couldn't help but say.

"Someone will come." The old butler said.

"But you've been saying that for five days. Will the civilian restaurant be closed? The slave whispered.

"Don't hurry up and do things, don't you want to eat the whip?" The old butler said angrily.

"I'll go." The frightened slave ran away in an instant.

"Who gave you permission to open a restaurant?" Just then, a group of fighters rushed in. He stared at the old butler with a sword in hand.

"Excuse me, who are you..."

"We are the Guardian Army directly under the Food God Pavilion. You dare to open a hotel in the Erui of Ken Waterfall, what a boldness. The leader of the group shouted.

"Your God of Food Pavilion is too domineering. We open our store at this time our freedom. The clerk on the side couldn't help but say angrily.

"Hmph, we can't control you when you open a store, but if you open a restaurant, you will be against our God of Food Pavilion, and if you dare to go against our God of Food Pavilion, you will be our enemy. Smash it for me and burn down all of this store. The team leader shouted.

"Yes."

"Stop, you know, what are you doing? You bandits. Stop. The clerks on the side resisted vigorously, and these people who resisted were civilians in Nanxiang, people who often did not have enough to eat. Therefore, they especially cherished this work of a small knife a day, but after all, they were civilians, how could they be the opponents of the army, and they were quickly suppressed by the army of the God of Food Pavilion.

Where did the old butler stand. Watching the people of the God of Food Pavilion destroy the civilian restaurant.

"Big butler, you speak, now they are bullying us, let's fight with them." The man holding a kitchen knife and a big spoon beside the old butler said angrily. These people are descendants of the old butler.

"Let's go, let them smash." The old butler said.

"The Great Butler." A group of people looked at the old butler in disbelief.

"Let's go, don't you listen to me?" The old butler shouted. In an instant, everyone lowered their heads unwillingly and walked out behind the old butler.

And the protectors of the God of Food Pavilion teased and mocked their faces.

"Young master, the old slave is sorry for you." The old butler walked out of the civilian dining room and took a look, and said sadly.

"What's going on here?"

"Don't you know? There is a restaurant here. ”

"I really deserve it, I dare to open a restaurant, isn't that looking for death?"

"Who said no, who doesn't know that only the Food God Pavilion in the Northern Capital has the right to open a restaurant. They also committed crimes against the wind, and it was good that the hotel was burned, and it seemed that everyone was killed last time. ”

"It's, it's, it's well deserved." A group of citizens pointed at the old butler and the others.

Of course, such a thing, Qiongren does not know.

And what is Dome Ren doing now? Sit down with Jin Qian and drink afternoon tea.

"It's delicious." Jin Qian picked up a piece of cake and said happily.

"Now, Lord God, you can tell me what I'm going to do." Qiongren said helplessly. You have taken the benefits, should you always do it?

"Uh-huh." Jin Qian nodded, and then there was no more follow-up, and Qiongren looked at her with blank eyes. In the end, Qiongren, who couldn't bear it anymore, took the cake in front of her.

"Well, why not, slave, hurry up and put down the cake of this god. Otherwise, you're dead. Jin Qian said angrily.

"God-sama, if you dare to chop me, the cake will be chopped off." Qiongren said menacingly.

"Slaves." Jin Qian said coldly.

"Lord God, you just have to tell me how to defeat the God of Food Pavilion, and I'll give you the cake." Qiongren said scoundrelly.

"How does this god know, it's a slave to you." Jin Qian said unhappily.

"However, I found that one of the biggest problems is that the empress and I are not on the same level. So I was the only one who was unlucky in the end. Qiongren said aggrievedly.

"Slave, you only know now." Jin Qian said in surprise.

"Didn't I come to consult with the gods?" Qiongren laughed.

"Slave, are you asking me a question? Hurry up and put down the Honjin cake. Otherwise, I promise you'll die. Jin Qian said angrily.

"If I don't let it go, you will definitely hack me." Qiongren grabbed the tray of cakes.

"This god will not split you, this god swears." Jin Qian said.

"Unless you want to swear to the Father, I'll live and die with this cake." Qiongren said hurriedly. "Something seems wrong."

"If this god doesn't eat it today, he will teach you a lesson, a slave." Jin Qian was fried in an instant.

"Lord God, I can't give it to you?" Qiongren hurriedly placed the cake on the table. "I'll be working on three three-story heights in a moment,"