"You're only a thousand force worth?" Lin Zhao's tone was full of incredulity. "Am I so much faster than everyone else?" Lin Zhao lowered his head and muttered to himself, still a little disbelieving in his eyes.

"you, don't take you so narcissistic. It doesn't matter if he's 1,000 or 10,000, it depends on his personal progress. Qingling dragged Lin Zhao and walked downstairs to the base, and saw the team members scattered in different corners along the way, sitting cross-legged on the ground, repeating the mantra given by Lin Zhao. It was very serious, and they didn't even notice Lin Zhao and Qingling walking past them.

"The chef at the base made dinner, so it's okay if we don't eat here, right?" Qingling suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, there's a lot less of the two of us, and we don't eat much." The main reason is that the other team members in the base are too good at eating, especially when they start to cultivate, their consumption has increased greatly, and the chef's cooking has begun to increase.

Each team member can basically eat five or six bowls of rice at a meal, and just like that, only cultivators can keep themselves from getting fat.

"Yes, hehe, if I want hot and sour noodles, let them have more peanuts and coriander." Qingling thought that he seemed to have not eaten hot and sour noodles for a long time, and he still felt a little excited when he mentioned hot and sour noodles.

"Okay, it's all up to you." Lin Zhao said as he left the base with Qingling, and before leaving the base, he still set up an enchantment according to the previous rules to prevent someone from sneaking up on the members of their base.

After the two got on the motorcycle, the motorcycle was like an arrow off the string, and it quickly left the place. After arriving at a hot and sour noodle shop, he stopped the car, and considering the painting time last time, Lin Zhao dragged the motorcycle and threw it directly into his pocket.

"Huh? Aren't you afraid to reveal your identity? Qingling was taken aback by Lin Zhao's movements, and asked Lin Zhao in surprise.

"It's better than having your car painted." Lin Zhao thought that this car was given to him by Lin Shao, so he was ready to protect it.

"That's right." Qingling nodded, anyway, this hot and sour noodle shop is very remote, and there are not many people on this street, and no one notices them, so Lin Zhao's actions have not been discovered.

The two of them entered the shop in front of them in a grand manner, and there were no customers in the store, and it seemed that there were many customers.

"Boss, I want a hot and sour noodle, which is very sour and spicy." Qingling said to the boss as soon as he entered the store.

The boss raised his eyes to look at the source of the sound and found that it was a young man and woman, and immediately nodded, "Hey, okay, you guys wait a minute." After that, he began to go inside and get busy.

"Won't you eat some?" Qingling looked at Lin Zhao and asked curiously.

"Uh...... I don't like sour or spicy very much. Lin Zhao replied with an embarrassed expression.

Hearing Lin Zhao's words, Qingling was a little speechless, "I almost forgot, you seem to like sweets after all." Lin Zhao usually doesn't smoke, but he seems to like to eat lollipops.

"No, I just like to eat things that taste normal salt." Lin Zhao's answer made Qingling feel that his face was about to be swollen, and he looked at Lin Zhao with a gloomy face. Lin Zhao realized that he had said the wrong thing, and the embarrassed Chong Qingling showed a bright smile.

"Humph! You make me feel as if I don't know you at all. Qingling said angrily.

"You know me better than anyone else, but understanding requires a process of understanding." Lin Zhao pulled Qingling to sit down in his position, and then sat down beside him. The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Then you can't watch me eat, boss, another normal hot and sour powder." Qingling raised his hand and said to the boss who was busy making hot and sour noodles in the back kitchen.

"Okay! Good right away! The boss said as he put the second portion of hot and sour noodles into the pot, and then sent Qingling's portion of the mixed taste to Qingling.

Looking at the red and hot and sour noodles in front of him, Lin Zhao felt drunk, "Your stomach, can you eat it?" Lin Zhao was deeply skeptical that her stomach could accept it.

"Hehe, don't forget, I'm now a master of five million force values, and all my internal organs are beyond the endurance of ordinary people." Qingling replied with a smug face, and began to take in and breathe out to eat.

An hour later, when the two of them left the restaurant, Lin Zhao couldn't help but smile at Shang Qingling's two swollen red lips.

"I don't know if your internal organs jump out of the tolerance of ordinary people, but your mouth definitely doesn't." After speaking, he didn't forget to stretch out his index finger and gently tap the two swollen red lips.

Qingling's swollen mouth was too lazy to speak, "Woo, my stomach still hurts a little." Qingling wanted to test how much she could bear. As a result, I didn't expect it to make a big fuss.

This boss honestly gave his own devil spicy chili, and her stomach hurt a little, and the whole person couldn't stand it.

"Do I need to go to the hospital?" Lin Zhao was slightly stunned, and asked with concern.

"Don't! If someone knows that I eat spicy food and enter the anorectal department, do I want to live? Is there an elixir? Give me a little. Qingling knew that Lin Zhao would definitely have the elixir, so he asked Lin Zhao for something.

Lin Zhao smiled helplessly, touched his pocket, took out something from it, and put it in Qingling's hand.

After Qingling picked it up and swallowed it, he suddenly felt that the spicy taste of his whole body had dissipated, his stomach and mouth were much more comfortable, his lips were swollen, and the whole body felt like he was alive.

"It's so much better!" Qingling breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and touched her lips, and finally changed back to her original appearance.

Lin Zhao put his hand in the pocket of his jacket and watched Qingling's movements with a doting smile. The atmosphere between the two was so dense that pink bubbles seemed to bubble up.

Just when Lin Zhao was about to take out his motorcycle and leave here to return to the base, suddenly dozens of figures walked out of the shadows, and they were surrounded by groups.

The smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, Lin Zhao raised his eyes and looked at these dozens of people coldly, and found that the clothes of these people were all very close to the game without exception. Looking at the various weapons in their hands, as well as the force value data that appeared above their heads, they raised their eyebrows slightly.

"Husband, it's not good." Qingling stood behind Lin Zhao, and there were already two more iron fans in his hand, and these two huge iron folding fans were pinched in his hand, giving people a seemingly harmless feeling.

"Then, kill." Lin Zhao's voice fell, and a long tasseled gun appeared in his hand.

When the two sides were about to break out, suddenly the lights of several flashing lights sounded, and the personnel on both sides were a little confused, and turned their heads to look at the source in surprise. It was found that several teenagers and girls were holding mobile phones in their hands and were taking pictures of them frantically.