Ling Feng's ass had just sat down, and the guys in the store were trotting over with smiling faces, and his ordinary-looking face was like seeing his long-dead ancestor, crawling out of the coffin board, and the shopkeeper, who had already seen many characters, bragged about how affordable and how his store was. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ling Feng said wait a while.

The miscellaneous workers in the store immediately shut up and left silently.

In this store, all the benches are like colorless antiques, they are all old and can not be old colors, brown, the boss is also a bad old man buried in the loess to his neck, not angry at all, the dead fish eyes are staring closely at this table of guests, as if they will run away at any time, the table where Ling Feng is sitting is full of cracks of large and small spider web boards, and the four-legged bench also squeaks at the moment when he just sat down, like an old man who is about to die, and there are only a few bits and pieces of customers in the store, all of whom are buried in eating, but all the clothes are not ordinary people, there are suits and leather shoes, and there are antique clothes, like a hodgepodge, messy, everything.

Ling Feng had already opened his mouth to ask Mitt what was going on, why did he bring himself from the world over there to this world, Mitt went in his left ear, his right ear went out, all his attention was on the menu left by the store guy, Chong Ling Feng pouted, this guy's mind was on eating, Ling Feng threw it over helplessly, Mitt caught it, opened the menu, and watched page by page, good guy, that kind of look is like a talented peerless master encountering the cheats of stepping on iron shoes and finding nowhere to find it, it is particularly important.

Ling Feng's mouth was dry.

Mitt watched with pleasure, not in a hurry or slow.

Shi Yin's brows furrowed tightly together, and he shot a very cold gaze, eager to rip off a layer of skin from this shameless guy.

The three of them have different expressions.

Ling Feng just wanted to scold, and there was a red-haired beauty sitting opposite, with a frame without lenses hanging on the bridge of her tall nose, Ling Feng couldn't help but pout, this is the point where he wants to make a table of mahjong, and he sat down with his ass very familiarly, and suddenly, there was a wave of shaking in his chest, and it was really a rhythm of waves and waves! Ling Feng really wanted to find a piece of tofu and knock it down at once. There is no actor in the world who is even more depressed.

The exquisite beauty in front of him is none other than Ling Feng's mentor, Qiao Shan, thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but scold angrily: "What a bullshit teacher, when I was at Hilton College, I didn't teach any real skills, I know how to giggle with my students all day long, I talk and laugh, and when I am in a bad mood, I will rent some vicious dogs to chase and bite my students, where to find such a good teacher!"

Qiao shirt held his chin with both hands and said nothing.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Teacher, what a coincidence, you are here too!" Ling Feng, who wanted to inquire about the reason, was a little difficult for a while, as a person from another world, this identity could never be let her know, not afraid of anything else, Ling Feng was afraid that he would end up in a miserable end, a person with the halo of the protagonist, in the end, what was the use.

Qiao Shi held the frame of the mirror as always, and said seriously: "You said yours, I just came to eat, little ghost, this guy in front of me is not human, I met you before you, this guy is an out-and-out foodie, there is food, she is willing to confide everything she knows, the teacher originally felt very strange about you, and now this god seems to care about you!"

Ling Feng's face was pale and unusually ugly.

Mi is good food, yo he, the guy who has been waiting for a long time rushed over, Ling Feng only saw Mitte's green fingers and clicked this, that, what is the price, Ling Feng also doesn't know, how expensive such a store can be, Ling Feng has enough money this time, so he doesn't care, after ordering, Mitte gently patted the guy's shoulder, the guy smiled slightly, Mitt also smiled at each other, Ling Feng looked at his eyes, and suddenly felt a cold wind blowing, there seemed to be a little embarrassment in the eyes of the two, the shopkeeper ran to the boss who was about to die, and the boss smiled from ear to ear, showing his teeth, Ling Feng hurriedly got up and snatched the menu in Mitte's hand that he hadn't had time to look through, and looked at it, this is simply a goddamn price, is this woman eating or eating her own money! Ling Feng, who was depressed, could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly and couldn't say it, so he had to slap his swollen face and become fat, and his small body was not very fat, and at a glance, he had a feeling of being old-fashioned, this stinky restaurant was actually a big black shop that slaughtered people.

Shi Yin noticed something unusual, Ling Feng said nothing, Shi Yin stopped asking, and the corners of Qiao Shan's mouth were slightly hooked, revealing a very playful smile.

After a few moments, the guy served food comparable to the full banquet of the Manchu and Han people, the food was served quickly, and the food was eaten quickly, after Mitt gobbled it up, he touched the oil on his lips, patted his belly without being ladylike at all, and said, "I'm full!"

Ling Feng glared and said, "I'm full!"

"I'm full!" Mitt said with bared teeth.

"When you're full, tell me why! I haven't eaten yet, you unreliable fellow. Ling Feng said impatiently.

The god in front of him, who didn't know how, just snapped his fingers lightly, and the scene immediately changed, it was Ling Feng's previous home, and his room was still the same old one, everything was brand new, there was no dirt at all, it seemed that my mother must come to clean it often, at least when her son came back, but it was not for herself, the bed that should have belonged, and there was a little baby lying on it.

The door was opened, and a middle-aged couple walked in, the two people in front of them, of course, were Ling Feng's parents, Ling Feng just wanted to give his mother a warm hug that he hadn't seen for a long time, but an unexpected scene happened, Ling Feng flew into the air, to be precise, it was his mother who passed through his body, this strange scene made Ling Feng tremble inexplicably, could it be that he was already dead?

Ling Feng said calmly: "Mitte, am I already dead?"

Mitt shook his head and didn't speak,

"You said that kid jumped from such a high building, why didn't he even have a corpse, this son who didn't fight at all since he was a child, finally disappeared!"

"You are really a ruthless person!" Ling Feng's mother said with red eyes, "Tiger poison does not eat children, he is your own son, although Ling Feng is a little stubborn, but his son is not very filial! )