Suddenly, there was a cracking sound of foam bursting in the air.

"Po"

Huang Lang's eyes immediately looked at the backyard, where Chen Yan's breath appeared, along with other things.

The figure flickered, the backyard completely changed, the collapsed house, the backyard was completely occupied, the bluestone was broken, the ruins were broken, and it was a mess.

A lump of white silk thread seemed to wrap around a horizontal knife. He remembered the scent of the knife, it was Ume.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a tunnel that leads vertically to the underground, which is about a zhang wide. Chen Cheng's breath came from here.

Huang Lang did not hesitate, and jumped into the tunnel, the darkness could not stop him, a swordsman of the third realm of the sword path.

The damp and rancid smell made him cover his mouth and nose, and the long sword in his hand swirled, ready for accidents at any time.

As he progressed, he got closer and closer to the location where Chen Yan's aura was.

Turning a corner, I saw Chen Cheng half-leaning on the edge of the tunnel, angry like a gossamer.

Ten fingers were twisted and staggered, all fractured, a scar on the upper arm was stained with mud, blood slowly rushed out, and a fine network of burning burns appeared on the cheek.

Huang Lang's sword stepped forward, and hurriedly poured the wound medicine on his body into Chen Yan's mouth, and his fingers lightly pressed his neck to help him swallow.

This is when he smells a faint fishy smell around Chen Yan's face and arms.

"Poison?" Huang Lang's expression was solemn, and he hurriedly put a pill on his body into his mouth.

After all this, Huang Lang got up and checked the surrounding situation.

The snake's fangs fell to the side, and on the ground lay the corpse of a naked man, with a blood-red spider with long teeth and claws tattooed on its back.

"Blood Nest Ancient Spider, Wang Qing?" Huang Lang's eyes shrank, how could he appear here?

After all, this iconic tattoo is still very recognizable.

Turning his head and glancing at the juniors whose breathing had gradually become stronger, he didn't expect the other party to have such strength.

Huang Lang stepped past the corpse, and then walked forward, not far ahead, he also sensed another breath.

This is it, standing at the edge of the tunnel not far from the corpse, surrounded by the long sword and sword qi in his hand, with a slight click, the clod of soil cracked instantly, and a hole of about three feet appeared on the tunnel wall.

The small tree lies in it with its fruit.

"Qiling Fruit" Huang Lang looked at the jet-black fruit and frowned. Then he glanced at Wang Qing, figured out the trick, and reached out to pick up the little tree.

Just when he passed by the corpse again, he added: "Unlucky! ”

Stretched out his hand to carry the wounded, rolled up his robe, the snake teeth fell back to Chen Cheng's waist, and a few dodged out of the cave.

In the same way, Ume was rolled up, and his body stepped out again, heading straight for the location of the Kendo Association.

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"How's it going, Captain?" Betty pushed the door open and anxiously asked the doctor.

Early this morning, after waiting all night for the return of his captain, he finally couldn't help it, and called Huang Lang to inquire about the situation.

Only then did I learn that my captain was seriously injured and unconscious at the moment, and was being treated in the Kendo Association.

Mira followed behind, her eyes kept staring at Chen Cheng who was lying on the bed, tears flashing in her eyes, all for her.

"Wake up...... I'll be your crew and touch your tail every day. Mira paced to the bedside, her palm raised several times, and then lowered, Chen Cheng's entire upper body was now wrapped in bandages, and there was no place to scratch it. The mouth whispered in his ear, hoping that he would wake up.

"The patient's physical condition is out of danger, but the damage caused by the spider venom to his body is very large, and it will take a long time to repair. The broken bones of the fingers have all been rejoined, and the scars on the face may leave scars," the doctor whispered a briefing on the situation, then turned to leave, and closed the door with his hand.

Betty looked at the captain covered in potion and wrapped in bandages, her lips pursed into fists and clenched together, very tight.

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In the evening, the briquettes have woken up, and it can be said that this is one of the few good news.

Huang Lang brought in the potted plants with small trees, glanced at Chen Yan, who was still lying on the bed and had not woken up, and sighed.

"Go back in the evening, I'll take care of it here." may be a little guilty, Huang Lang took the initiative to take care of him at night.

After all, as a backhand who was invited to the past, he didn't help much in the end.

"Senior Huang Lang, I take the captain to thank you for saving your life." Hearing Huang Lang's tone, Betty hurriedly collected the grief in her heart and bowed to the other party.

If it weren't for the other party, I'm afraid that my captain would have died in that dark and damp cave.

Huang Lang's body dodged away, he couldn't afford such a big gift.

"Mira, go back, there's your game tomorrow." Seeing Huang Lang dodging, Betty didn't say anything more, but turned her head to Mila to instruct.

"But..."

"Nothing, the captain's efforts can't be wasted." Betty waved her hand to interrupt first, and it was enough to take care of the captain alone.

And Mira should go and fulfill her dream and get on the boat with them.

It wasn't until everyone had left that Betty took out a bottle of ointment from her bosom and gently applied it to her captain's face.

There is indescribable tenderness in his eyes.

"I envy your sister, Captain." A sigh echoed over the empty hospital room.

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Early in the morning, Mira got up early and changed into that neat chef's uniform. Two dark circles surrounded the underside of her eye sockets, and she didn't sleep well last night.

She was the only one who went to the competition venue today, and even Huang Lang, who is usually greedy, stayed honestly in the kendo association today.

The streets were full of people, rubbing shoulders, and the competition was really in full swing. But her attention was not on the competition, and she had already flown into the ward of the Kendo Association.

"Next, the fifth group will be invited." The host's impassioned voice came to my ears.

Mira came back from her trance and walked briskly to the center of the stage.

A five-square-meter independent stove is placed on the competition field in the center of the food hall.

From time to time, cheers of support and shouts of excitement could be heard from the audience.

With the preparation of personnel, the host announced the content of today's fifth group of competitions.

Face

The red cloth was pulled from the sign with the theme written on it, and the chefs immediately got busy.

The huge hourglass was slapped, the grit slowly fell, and the game began.

Mira slapped her hands heavily on her face, reminding herself that she had to win this game and not let Chen Chengbai suffer such a serious injury.

Mix the flour with water, stir into a flocculent shape, press and knead smooth.

All kinds of bones are thrown into a large pot and simmered, and the foam is scooped up and skimmed.

It is not until the aroma of the meat in the pot is overflowing that the piece of meat prepared in advance is chopped into a puree.

Scoop up the pieces of meat, filter them again, simmer them again, pour the minced meat into the pot seven times, scoop up the impurities and fat, pinch the little salt with your fingers and sprinkle it down, and the clear soup is completed.

Mira's nose moves slightly, and the aroma is tangy.

Take out a bowl and use it as a soup base, and the dough becomes noodles after several beatings. Tumble in the broth until ripe, scoop up, put in the soup base and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Finished, clear consommé noodles.