Feng Jun returned to Zhige Mountain, found a good scenery, took the spirit beast bag, and casually talked about the results of his consultation.

Teacher Mei knew a little more than he imagined, she had traveled to the mud bomb, "In this way, this black shadow should be the little god of the mud bomb temple......

Mud Bang Temple, really everywhere, and the gods enshrined are also varied, everything in heaven and earth can not be worshipped, if anyone thinks, the spoon god can still be accepted, then please...... Toilet god to understand?

Feng Jun really didn't know much about this, and he was a little distracted when he heard it, but in the end, he still smiled disapprenously, "Then turn around...... It's good to kill the gods, I don't know if this deity in the mud will be painful. ”

After finishing speaking, he took the spirit beast bag and released Tempura Hao with a shake of his hand.

Feng Jun didn't have a good impression of this person, so he knew that after Yi Yi was in a coma, he wouldn't be able to wake up in a while, and he wouldn't consider adding clothes to this guy - a little colder, he could wake up faster.

When tempura Hao was arrested, it was the third month of the solar calendar, and it was located in the magic capital, and the magic capital in March was already quite warm.

People say that there is no heating in the south of China in winter, which is more difficult than the north, but the most difficult thing is the end of the year and the beginning of the year, the magic capital in March, the climate is really quite warm.

Tempura Hao was also dressed relatively thinly, just a cotton pajama and pajamas, and was thrown into the snow, and after a while, the skin on his body became white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

About forty minutes later, he woke up leisurely.

In fact, he should have woken up later, because the cold stimulates people to wake up - for example, if you are splashed with cold water, you always wake up relatively quickly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he sneezed a few times in a row, and the temperature in Zhige Mountain was about minus ten degrees.

After a few sneezes, he slowly opened his eyes and saw the snow whiteness of his eyes, then brushed the floor and sat up.

Immediately after, there was another fierce sneeze, earth-shattering, "Ahh......h Where am I?"

"Where...... Is this question important?" Feng Jun was dressed in a fur coat and looked at him coldly with his hands on his sleeves, "Anyway, you can't be the master, just treat you as if you're dead." ”

Tempura Luo Hao was stunned for a while, sneezed a few more times, and looked at Feng Jun and asked thoughtfully, "Did you bring me out of the residence in the Demon Capital?"

"There is no magic capital residence, it's all your own illusion," Feng Jun said with a smile, "Actually, this is Peru, Fujimori has just come to power, we have a lot to do." ”

This is what he called nonsense, and it was all in the last century that Fujimori became the president of Peru.

Tempura Hao was stunned, looked at him blankly, and then sneezed fiercely, "Ah Che~ Don't be kidding, then you at least have to talk to me about mud, right?"

Feng Jun didn't expect to be able to fool him, so he just smiled slightly, "Your Huaxia dialect...... That's a good point. ”

My Chinese dialect...... Of course, that's a good point! Tempura Hao didn't care about this, and the mud bombardment people spoke Huaxia dialect very standardly, isn't this normal? He was stunned for a moment and then spoke, "Excuse me, where am I now?"

Feng Jun grinned at him, "Do you think it's time for you to ask questions?" or ...... Do you feel qualified to ask?"

Tempura Luo Hao raised his hand and touched his head, and spoke with a little doubt, "This is in...... Huaxia?"

"I'm asking you," Feng Jun stepped forward and directly slapped him in the face, both crisp and loud - in fact, as long as the Huaxia people who knew about the three graves, it was impossible to suppress the impulse in their hearts.

This slap also made Tempura Hao recognize the reality, but he still couldn't help but say, "I'm Tempura Hao, have you figured out the meaning of this name?"

"I've figured out the meaning of this name," Feng Jun said disapprerovingly, "Tempura is a very famous cooking technique of mud bombing, but it is also fried food, and the original meaning of tempura is 'faster', so I call you to hurry up?"

Tempura Hao was poked in the sore spot, and finally became angry, "Have you figured out the turnover of the Rimu Group? Do you know, what does my name mean in the magic capital?"

Feng Jun smiled slightly, "I really don't know, what can you say?"

At this time, he didn't care about this kind of topic at all, but ...... It's not a bad thing to ask, he's not cold anyway, and he can afford to spend his time.

Tempura Hao reacted in time, he was the one who could see the benefits and the stakes the most, so he rubbed his head and spoke tremblingly, "No matter what your intentions are, you can wait for me to come to my senses, do you have something to say?"

Feng Jun looked at him with interest, "What gives you the illusion that you are qualified to ask questions?"

"Well, I'm not qualified to ask," Tempura Hao replied very dryly, "but I have a small request, can I give me two clothes? I'm about to freeze to death, and Your Excellency doesn't want me to freeze to death, and I'm so cold that I'm unconscious, right?"

"It's not a big deal to lose consciousness," Feng Jun replied with a sneer, "You actually use resentful spirits to feed ghosts, this kind of immoral thing you do is really a crime that deserves death." ”

When Tempura Hao heard this, his face turned white—even though his face was already very pale.

He subconsciously shook his head, he wanted to deny it, but thinking about what happened before he fell into a coma, he stubbornly suppressed the idea of denial, and after a pause, he spoke out loud, "Even if I deserve to die, but before I die, can you warm me up?"

Feng Jun shook his head, "I think the cold helps you think and makes your concentration double...... I don't think the mud bombardment people are too afraid of the cold, right?"

"But...... I'm really cold," Tempura Hao trembled and spoke, "Mud bombardment people are not afraid of cold, that's because the weather is not cold, those seniors were ...... when they were in Manchukuo"

"Huh?" Feng Jun's brows furrowed, and he squinted his eyes and spoke coldly, "What did you say?"

"Well, it's me who lost my words," Tempura Hao understands very well the truth of "how dare a person not bow his head under a low eaves", "I hope Your Excellency can see it for the sake of humanitarianism......"

Feng Jun interrupted him again, "In the three dead man's pits where you raised ghosts, there are still many soldiers who were buried alive by the mud bombardment, did you mud bombardment talk about humanitarianism at that time?"

There was a hint of surprise on Tempura Hao's face, "This ...... In that case, I'm really sorry to trouble you, but I think I need to make it clear that this has nothing to do with me, and I wasn't born at that time. ”

After a pause, he spoke again, "I think it's uncivilized to be angry with people casually in modern society. ”

Feng Jun still wanted to say something, but he spoke quietly, "Boss, give him two clothes, the death row prisoner still has a bite of decapitated food, mud bombardment people can be savage, we are civilized people." ”

Feng Jun snorted lightly, took out two down jackets casually, and threw them over, "It's cheap for you." ”

Tempura Hao's eyes widened in an instant, and he pointed at Feng Jun with a shocked expression, "You...... Are you a Taoist?"

There are legends such as storage space, there are mud bombs, and seeing the other party take out two clothes out of thin air, he is really shocked and shocked.

But even if he was shocked, he didn't forget to quickly pick up a down jacket, put it on his body, and then put another down jacket on the snow, wrapping both feet and legs in it.

Feng Jun and the others didn't speak, just looked at him so lightly.

After Tempura Hao got the down jacket, his condition improved significantly, and when he saw Feng Jun take out a cigarette to smoke, he also wanted one.

Feng Jun said coldly: Answer the question first, and then see your performance.

Tempura Hao didn't dare to object, so he could only say timidly, I don't know what you want to know?

Let's talk about the secret, Feng Jun gestured expressionlessly: Whether it is the overseas traveler club, or the yin and yang array of the son and mother, he said slowly.

After Tempura Hao realized that the other party was a cultivator, there was not much luck in his heart, so he honestly confessed that his ancestors were onmyoji, and his grandparents used to be small clerks in the foreign company in the magic capital.

Before the mud bombardment surrendered, his father ran away to Africa, where he settled.

By the '70s, the mud bombardment had begun to develop rapidly, and his father wanted to return to China, but was seen as "unfaithful" because they had not experienced the Great Depression era after the surrender.

Tempura Hao also spent a few years in the mud bombardment, and felt the heartfelt dissatisfaction of others with him.

After that, he walked out of the mud bombardment and came to China about fifteen years ago.

Since Feng Jun already knew a lot of inside stories, Tempura Hao did not deny it, saying that he did set up a formation, but it was not a "son-mother yin and yang array", but a "worship and cultivation formation" handed down by the onmyoji of his line.

However, this formation was not built by him, but by his father—he himself did not know this formation.

When Feng Jun heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, "It's obviously a remnant formation, but you say it's a positive formation, you mud bombardment people steal other people's things, and you are embarrassed to advertise it as original?"

When Tempura Hao heard this, even if he was afraid of this Taoist priest in his heart, he couldn't help but retort loudly, "Now those who do plagiarism, plagiarism, and piracy are mainly Huaxia, right? ”

When Feng Jun heard this, he laughed coldly, "Because there is less stealing now, so the theft of more than a thousand years is not counted?"

"In fact, there are a lot of plagiarism in the mud now," Hao Jing coldly mended the knife next to him, "They have an internal plagiarism scandal, and they have also sent a lot of spies for the high-tech technology in Huaxia...... Many internal references are warned. ”

After all, she is a person in the system, even if it is not an important department, but the spirit of the relevant policy will be conveyed.

Tempura Hao couldn't help it, "Our Rimu Company was plagiarized by you because of the technology, so we had to come to Huaxia to set up a factory!"