"It's a dead end, but that's for ordinary people, but for me, heh. ”

Jiang Ming sneered when he said this, he had already known everything that had happened to him through the soul mark on Old Man Chen's body.

Anger is naturally angry, and the person you like is played with by others like ants, and you are simply impatient.

Actually, this matter is still strange.

Linjiang Xian is a hotel under Cheng He's name, he is very familiar with the official, and ordinary people will not bother to touch it at all.

As for the extraordinary forces, the Cheng family controls the extraordinary forces of the entire HB Province, and even if the local extraordinary forces are crazy and would rather bite their tongues and commit suicide, they will not dare to touch the Jiang Immortals.

The person who comes must be other forces, and it must be the cultivator behind the scenes.

Because Cheng He himself is a cultivator, the only person who can cause harm to a cultivator is someone of the same level as him.

The direct proof is the poison that the fake chef said in his mouth, how can there be such a poison in the world that is immediately absorbed into the body as soon as it is eaten, and it is like a time bomb, there is a timer, and it will explode after twelve hours.

In addition, if you take the antidote, you will recover immediately, and there is no such thing as a little accumulation that is difficult to return.

At the same time, the purpose of the other party is also unclear, so hard work, just want to watch people compete in cooking?

If that's the case, then how much rice this person has eaten, and no one will believe it.

However, no matter how many doubts there are, no matter how big the opponent is, can Jiang Ming care about these?

Now that his ferocity has been aroused, he just wants to kill.

Jiang Ming teleported, came to Linjiang Xian's dark shop, and saw the old man Chen who was at a loss.

He stepped forward and asked, "Old man, what's the matter? Could it be that at such an old age, like me, I was bullied by my daughter-in-law?"

"Oh, I'll go!" Jiang Ming appeared out of thin air, startling Old Man Chen, thinking that it was a killer sent by a fake chef, and threw out the kitchen knife in his hand.

When I found out that it was Jiang Ming again, it was too late.

Old Man Chen said loudly: "Get out of the way?!"

Jiang Ming pinched the kitchen knife lightly, and it was still the blade part: "What are you hiding?"

What's even more infuriating is that Jiang Ming still has a blank look on his face.

"You...... Have you practiced martial arts?" Old Man Chen was shocked by Jiang Ming's actions and asked sluggishly.

Jiang Ming was not serious: "No, I was just born with thicker skin." ”

"Well," Old Man Chen actually nodded solemnly, "Indeed, your skin is thicker, especially the one on your face." ”

"Old man, don't be short. Jiang Ming snorted.

Old Man Chen laughed heartily, sweeping away the previous sulkness.

Jiang Ming's gag was naturally deliberate, in order to loosen the heart of Old Man Chen. After all, Old Man Chen is so old that he is always nervous because of the things in front of him, which is not good for his health.

"Who asked you to help?" Old Man Chen is an old man, although he doesn't know how Jiang Ming appeared, but he guessed Jiang Ming's intention.

Of course, what Old Man Chen didn't expect was that Jiang Ming's means of helping was to directly send others back to the West.

Jiang Ming shook his head: "No one called me, I came by myself." Learning to cook with you always costs teaching fees, and I'll help you settle this matter, even if it's your tuition. ”

"You better not get involved," Old Man Chen refused, "The other party is a group of unscrupulous people, and there are some mysterious forces, you can't afford to mess with them." ”

"Oh, you rest first, I'll go back as soon as I go. Jiang Ming ignored Old Man Chen's advice and walked straight out of the kitchen.

Old Man Chen couldn't stop him.

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Linjiang Xian dark store hospitality hall.

The fake chef was comfortably tasting a cup of fine hair tips, which Cheng He specially prepared for Old Man Chen.

The amount is very small, less than eight taels in total, but the taste is also excellent.

The aroma is transparent, the entrance is smooth, and the subtle bitterness has a sweetness that complements each other. This sweetness is neither mellow nor light, just right, like the beauty next door who "adds one point is too long, and subtracts one point is too short".

"Good tea!" exclaimed the fake chef.

"Yes, I have to drink better, and I won't have to drink it in the future. Jiang Ming stepped in.

"Who are you?" asked the fake chef.

In response, it was two fingers, Jiang Ming flashed to him, and his right hand was pointed into a sword, reaching the center of his eyebrows.

Pretend to be a chef, killed.

"By the way, I forgot to ask your name. But forget it, cannon fodder doesn't deserve a name. ”

Jiang Ming teleported again, after killing people, he still had to save people.