When the Thousand Traps camp also joined the cooking training class, Mu Sen's enthusiasm was completely ignited. He manipulated the 'mirage' to constantly train the people.

"Eat me with a medium-sized demon. ”

"Is the effect of mental retardation good this time?"

......

There is no sun or moon in the 'mirage', but there is outside. Since that day, many martial artists have surrounded the martial arts department, and time has been unconsciously pushed back many days. At this time, it is no longer a secret that Mu Sen opened a cooking training class, some people expressed disdain for Mu Sen's behavior, and some admired Mu Sen's imagination.

But no matter how hot these emotions are when they are first born, they are insignificant in the context of the speed competition that will start tomorrow.

The warriors of Qingyang City are becoming more and more turbulent, and the streets and alleys are densely packed with people. These warriors who poured in were old and young, men and women, and the whole hodgepodge was a hodgepodge.

Where there are many people, there are rivers and lakes, and not all of these warriors are good at stubble, and there have been several violent conflicts during this time. But these conflicts were eventually suppressed, after all, Qingyang City's current alert level had been adjusted to the maximum, and there were warbands patrolling for twenty hours a day.

The current Qingyang City is like a broad river, although the surface can maintain relative tranquility, but the inside has long been raging waves, thousands of waves, and its internal surging will be the most vividly released tomorrow.

"Dude, how are you preparing?"

"Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed!

"So-so. ”

"I'm going to prepare ten bottles of the Elixir!"

"You are ruthless! But I'm not unprepared, the streamer flying sword produced by Master Ouyang's weapon shop is as fast as light. ”

......

Just when the whole Qingyang City was boiling, Mu Sen's chef training program also came to an end. Mu Sen looked at the black pressure warrior who was much calmer, and his heart was extremely satisfied.

Not to mention the veterans of the three battalions and one regiment and the martial arts department for the time being, those soldiers and students who had just been recruited after the battle of encircling and suppressing the hundred tribes were like a different person at this time.

In the past, when they went to that station, they seemed to be like a pillar of blood and majestic, but they lacked a trace of calmness and calmness. If they started out as budding tigers, they are now an organized and disciplined pack of wolf warriors. He didn't deliberately show his edge, but the palpitating cold was like a cold wind blowing from the northernmost part, freezing everything.

In addition to the changes in the three battalions and one regiment and the martial arts department, the changes in the trapped camp are also visible to the naked eye. Originally, under the training of Zhang Zhen and Fang Wu, there was already a kind of trap camp, but at this time, it was even more reborn, exuding a fierce fierceness from the inside out.

This is the end of this special training. Mu Sen shouted at the crowd of black oppressors. "I'm sure at the beginning there may be people who don't understand why a martial artist should learn to cook. But I believe now that you must have understood. ”

"Haha......"

"Haha......"

......

There was a good-natured laugh from the crowd, "We have learned the painstaking nature of sacrificial wine. Hirayama, the intern lieutenant who was trapped in the camp, shouted. At this time, Pingshan was no longer the ignorant martial artist who did miscellaneous work in the construction association at the beginning, and after Mu Sen's special care during this time, he already had the bearing that a school captain should have.

Mu Sen nodded at him, thinking that this kid really lived up to his expectations. "Look at how high Pingshan's consciousness is, a martial artist can't even cook, is he still worthy of being called a martial artist?"

Without waiting for everyone to answer, Mu Sen said to himself, "Not worthy! A true martial artist must be able to hold a knife and a gun, and he must be able to turn a shovel spoon." ”

Hirayama's originally calm face froze suddenly, did I mean that? He doubted himself.

After his doubts, he determined that this was not the answer he was trying to express. But it was not good to dismantle Mu Sen's stage in front of so many people, so his face was as red as a tomato.

At this time, Mu Sen looked at him, "Look at Pingshan, how excited are you?" and he cast an encouraging look at Pingshan, "Come, Pingshan, share your experience of making chickens." ”

"Huh?"

"Ahh Share with us an experience of how you did it. ”

......

Hirayama couldn't remember what he said that day, he only remembered that the martial arts department held a huge banquet later. Everyone prepared a specialty dish, and the rich aroma was mixed with sweet, sour, spicy and many other flavors, and the clouds over the entire martial arts system changed color.

Countless wines were served like flowing water, as well as various melons, fruits, teas, and teas, which were placed on the table made of soil or water.

He remembered Mu Sen saying with red eyes, 'All the kings drink victory!'

He also remembered Mu Sen's heroic shouting, 'Step on the Masen Luo Palace, and return triumphantly.' ’

He still remembers many, many ......

That night, pushing the cups and handing the lamps, laughing and scolding, I don't know how time passes.

I don't know when, the night is late, and people are sleeping. Only Mu Sen was still looking at the galaxy with a pair of shining eyes, and he suddenly felt a little homesick.

I wonder what happened to the earth, are my parents healthy, is the girl I liked in junior high school married?

"Komori ......" I don't know when, Shui Ning'er stood beside Mu Sen.

Mu Sen retracted his thoughts and smiled at Shui Ning'er, "Ning'er, aren't you going to rest?"

Shui Ning'er shook her head, "I can't sleep." Then she asked, "What are you thinking?"

Mu Sen said, "If I said that I was trying to save the world, would you believe it?"

The starlight in Shui Ning'er's eyes flowed, and her smile was like a flower, "I believe it." ”

Mu Sen was very moved, and then sighed in his heart, it would be nice if Ning'er was looking pretty......

But it's okay now, good brother!

Haha, good brother!

"Komori, when the Moto-Hunt operation is over, I invite you to visit Mulu City. Shui Ning'er looked at Mu Sen's delicate face and smiled.

"Do you want to eat and live?" Mu Sen said with squinted eyes.

The corners of Shui Ning'er's mouth hooked a brilliant arc, "Of course." ”

"Eat and stay, then you must go!"

......

Mu Sen and Shui Ning'er talked a lot, messy and inorganized. But none of this is important, is it? The person you are chatting with is never discussing big things, the parents are short, a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west, just be happy.

The style of the night was cool, and looking at the somewhat thin condensation of the clothes, Mu Sen very gentlemanly draped the clothes over her shoulders. Although Shui Ning'er was no longer afraid of the cold, Mu Sen's thoughts still sweetened her heart, and she asked softly, "Xiao Sen, you gave me the clothes, what should you do?"

Mu Sen grinned, "I'll go back to the room and burrow the quilt." ”

The killing machine suddenly appeared, and even the air whimpered.