What?

This is to ...... Recruit yourself as a cook?

Ye Chengfeng's face suddenly darkened, his heart was really unbelievable, he was a future kitchen god, how could he deign to go to your house to be a cook?

He will stand on the top of all living beings in the future and dominate the world!

"Thank you for your love, but I have no plans to leave here for the time being......" Ye Chengfeng shook his head and flatly refused.

"Forget it. Everyone has their own ambitions, and they can't be forced. ”

Nan Ming's tone was a little regretful, and his eyes were slightly downcast, "Check out!"

"The customer is the 999th customer since the opening of the store, and according to the rules of the store, you can get free of charge. Ye Chengfeng tried to squeeze out a smile.

He made it up so casually, and Nanming believed it casually.

Then he said a few polite words, walked towards the four-person table on the side, and arched his hand: "Junior, Nanming, thank you for the help of a few seniors." ”

All four of them stopped their glasses and turned their heads to look.

I saw that his face was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, admiring but not flattering, and respectful but not flattering.

couldn't help nodding secretly: It's a well-behaved young man, not annoying.

The wine boy poured a sip of liquor from his neck, wiped his mouth, and said lazily, "Don't thank me." If it weren't for the old ghost of the dead wood saying that you are kind to his subordinates, and you have to take care of it, I would be too lazy to meddle in my business. ”

Nan Ming's gaze looked to the other side, and the old man with white hair and wrinkled hair showed a trace of doubt.

Venerable Deadwood waved his hand impatiently: "Go, go, let's ask so much, what do you do? Pick up a small life, and hurry out of the city, whether you live or die, it depends on your own creation." ”

"Hehe, Brother Deadwood is from the Medicine Immortal Valley, he saved your little apprentice, didn't he say anything?"

The jade-faced scholar smiled with admiration in his eyes, "I have also heard about Lancheng, and the people of Master Xie are really extraordinary, they dare to fight and kill evil demons with micro-cultivation, and their hearts are sincere and their courage is commendable." ”

"Even if you have the ambition to kill demons and help the common people, this cultivation is still far behind!"

Zhao Kunlun also interjected, and his tone was much heavier, "The forty-eight cities in the north were attacked, and there were countless dead, so the demons in Lancheng are relatively weak, so let you pick up a life." The road is long, and only those who cherish their lives can go far! If there is a next time, it is only right to delay the report, and if the green mountains are left, where is there no firewood? ”

"Thank you for your teachings. ”

Nan Ming blinked and replied abruptly, "But if there is a next time, the younger generation will still choose this way, and there will be no regrets in life and death." ”

"Hahahaha...... Just like that! Just ask about your heart, and look down on life and death!"

The wine boy suddenly burst into laughter, pointed at the ancestor of the Zhao family and said, "Old ghost Zhao, don't use your obscene ways to defile other people's ways." I'm not ashamed!"

"You little drunkard, you owe a beating!"

Zhao Kunlun was so angry that his face was red and white, and he grabbed the wine boy by the collar and was about to beat, but the wine boy was not to be outdone, and the two old monsters who entered the holy realm fought without any manners.

If you let others who don't know see it, I'm afraid that they will think that it is street hooligans beating each other.

These two people are like this, which makes Xiaoyou laugh. ”

The jade-faced scholar smiled slightly, and a hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

Although the two of them are just jokingly fighting, the momentum and coercion between raising their hands and feet are still not something ordinary people can bear.

It's strange that this kid doesn't change his face.

"Then the junior retired first. ”

Nan Ming didn't want to say anything more, so he turned around and said goodbye.

At this time, the Deadwood Venerable threw out a jasper-like orb and said in a deep voice: "This is a whirlwood bead, which is contained in the mouth, which can ensure that your spiritual platform is clear and inviolable." If you take it, I will settle the grievances with you on behalf of Zhen'er!"

He raised his hand to take it, a little stunned in his heart.

This Deadwood Venerable was born in the Medicine Immortal Valley, and he was from the same sect as the female cultivator who was accidentally saved in Lancheng before.

But listening to his tone, he didn't seem to be very kind to himself, but for some reason, could it be that after Dou Zhen went back, he said something bad about himself?

It's hard to guess what the ants are thinking.

Out of the heavenly fragrance residence, Nanming stepped into the air, went directly out of the city gate, and went all the way to the south.

After a while, the bounty hunters in the ghost city all heard the wind and moved in groups, like a tail that could not be shaken off.

On the white tower of the secluded city, a blue harrier flew from the sky, turned into a paper crane and fell into the hands of the feathered monk.

"The target fled into the Mass Grave Valley, and Wind Twelve was lost. ”

"The Valley of Mass Burial has always been secretive and foggy, so it's no wonder he's gone. Let Feng Jiu take people to investigate the valley mouth, and if there is any whereabouts, report it immediately. ”

"Yes, Honorable Envoy!"

"Wucheng also has to make some arrangements. This handwritten letter was sent to the Tianque Supervision Division, and they knew what to do. ”

The Closed Eyes Envoy of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion said lightly, "The torture envoy will arrive tonight." Keep an eye on another target, and when the torturer arrives, search his soul. If it is confirmed that it is a 'Mind Flayer'......"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "Kill on the spot." ”

"What if not?"

"Erase his memory, can't let him know that we exist. ”

......

......

In a dark corner, two black-robed men with their hoods hanging down were gathering for a secret conversation.

"The massacre failed, and the body was found in the man's house, in a miserable state. ”

"But what did the man do?"

"Not sure. There were several other corpses in the house, and it seemed that they had attacked each other and died, perhaps because of the internal strife in the struggle, which allowed the man to escape...... He had left the city, but had fled into the Valley of Mass Graves, where he should have died. ”

"Ten dead and alive?"

The slightly taller black-robed man said coldly, "The power of the demon god is not something you and I can imagine, a mere monk of the Spirit Realm is just an ant, how can it be killed? That kid is the culprit, his strength is definitely not weak, and the Mass Burial Valley may not be able to bury him. In any case, we must see his corpse, dare to ruin our Huangquan Dao big thing, he must die!"

The other black-robed man lowered his head and remained silent.

"It's not convenient for me to do it myself. You go and contact the people on the killer list, don't be a waste of fame like bloodslaughter, you have to rank higher, preferably in the Divine Power Realm. As for the bounty...... It's all a rabble, which will only add to the chaos and will not be of any use at all. ”

"Yes, Lord Red Lotus. ”

The black-robed man bowed his head and promised.

The Red Lotus priest suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "The woman I brought your attention to before...... What's the situation?"

The black-robed man shook his head: "There is nothing abnormal. ”

"Where is she now?"

"Since leaving Lancheng, I have been going north along the river, and I entered Xuanwu City five days ago, but for some reason, I suddenly turned around and went south...... Now, you should be passing by the ghost city. ”

The Red Lotus priest frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he realized in his heart, and his voice almost murmured: "She is following that kid's footsteps." Can't let her find it, or she'll be in trouble......"

The cultivation of the Taoist Master has not yet been restored, and he still needs to retreat for a period of time.

During this time, she can't be allowed to spoil the Dao Master's big things. Drag it out first, and when the Dao Master is successful, everything will be solved.

Thinking of this, the Red Lotus priest suddenly made up his mind, and ordered: "Find a way to lure her away, and you must not let her enter the Mass Burial Valley." Remember, people can be hurt, but they can't die, otherwise no one can save you!"

"Subordinates take orders!"

After the black-robed man complied, he suddenly turned into a flock of crows and disappeared into the shadows.

There was only a rotting crow, standing alone on the shoulder of the Red Lotus priest, its bright red beak pecking at its carrion.

The empty bird pupils, like a whirlpool that sucks the soul, are weird and eerie.

......

......

Mass Grave Valley.

Fog was thick.

Nan Ming walked through the white mist, the mist was like a flowing wind, flickering and closing, and his figure was also flickering, like a ghost in the fog.

The soil under your feet is moist, and when you step on it, it is as soft as a mud pool.

It's like someone is grabbing the trouser leg and pulling it down.

"Click. ”

There was a slight crunch.

He looked down and saw that it was a white branch, accidentally broken by himself.

So he made up for it, kneading it into a fine powder and sinking it into the dark red dirt like fertilizer.

The fog engulfed his figure.

Faintly, there seemed to be some voices that flickered far and near, suddenly like a sharp laugh, suddenly like a low whimper, ethereal as in the sky, and the next moment it swept past the ears, and when I looked back, there was nothing.

There was only a white fog.

He seemed to be tired of walking, and with a swing of his sword, he sat down on the ground.

Close your eyes and refresh yourself.

In a trance, an itchy chill crept up on his back, went around his neck, and poked into his chest like a snake.

There seemed to be someone gasping in her ears, and the ethereal female voice was faintly whirling, telling beautiful words.

Sometimes lewd like a prostitute, sometimes cold like a jade girl, which makes people feel ape and want to get into it.

"Come on, official...... Come and chase the slaves...... If you catch up with the slave, you will be ......"

"The night is long, the loneliness is unbearable, why don't you go to Wushan with your concubine......"

"Spring Festival is once in the world, and the bliss is boundless......"

"Hee-hee-hee-hee...... Come on...... Let's have a good time......"

Nanming opened his eyes.

There was clarity in his eyes.

The invisible mist turned into a white jade arm, draped in red veil, cool and slippery, swimming like a snake on his chest, extremely provocative.

He looked down in silence for a moment, and seemed to finally be moved, reaching out and grabbing the jade arm.

Pull it violently.

"Ahh

An exclamation, tactful and ethereal.

The grace of the light veil covering his body was displayed in his lap, like a small bird, and he was ashamed and did not dare to raise his head.

He wrapped his arms around her and took her into his arms.

"Officials ......"

The woman's jade arms were lightly relaxed, and she wanted to refuse and welcome.

Like cloud green silk, strands of silk, gently brushing on the chest and neck, like a trance spring dream, scratching people's hearts slightly.

"I want to eat you. ”

The black-shirted swordsman bowed his head and whispered softly.

The woman giggled: "Then come...... The slave family picks ......"

"Then you're welcome. ”

Nan Ming said, opening his big mouth, and the fangs of Bai Sensen, like shark teeth, bit on the woman's jade neck.

The woman hissed as sharply as the chirping of a cicada, her body turned into mist, and in an instant, she became a skeleton of white bones, draped in a blood-red shroud, covered in dust and mud, as if she had just been dug out of the tomb.

It struggled to flee, but Nanming's hand was like an iron pincer, holding it tightly in his arms.

"Aren't you going to be happy together?"

Nanming grinned.