Warden of Heaven

Chapter 553 Chao Wendao, You Can Die In The Evening!

As soon as Guo Xiaofeng left, Chen Feng also left Tianji Pavilion and returned to Yuhu No.[-].

It is still very easy to calculate only one hexagram every day.

However, until now, no one from the Luo family has been attracted, which made Chen Feng a little anxious.

hum!
With a thought, Chen Feng entered the prison where ghosts were held.

"Father, will Princess Xiaoxiao come back?"

As soon as he came in, Erdan Xuanyuan ran over and asked pitifully.

Chen Feng looked at him playfully and said with a smile.

"Why, if you don't get beaten for a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over?"

"Xiaoxiao is not here, I can do it for you."

When Xuanyuan Erdan heard this, Ji Lingling shuddered, and hurriedly retreated with a smile.

"No no."

"I just think it's a little weird."

"What's so strange?" Chen Feng asked in surprise.

"Father, why did Princess Xiaoxiao say that she didn't want to meet you before the battle?"

"The knife you got, I'm afraid you have enmity with Princess Xiaoxiao!"

"I'm worried. The next time I see Xiaoxiao, you two will fight."

What Xuanyuan Erdan said made Chen Feng frown and remained silent.

Chen Feng hadn't thought about this question.

But Ling Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, and he couldn't force him to ask.

However, Chen Feng couldn't make Chen Feng discard the knife.

After dripping blood, Chen Feng and Nine Dragon Blade already had the feeling of being connected by flesh and blood.

The Nine Dragon Blade seemed to be a part of Chen Feng's body, inseparable.

This feeling has never been experienced in any other magic weapon of Chen Feng.

"Don't think so much."

"Whoever the knife has enmity with, that is the knife's business."

"But the owner of the knife is me, whoever it wants to kill, it can't let it!"

Chen Feng frowned, and responded domineeringly.

Then, with a thought, the Nine Dragon Blade came through the air and was held in Chen Feng's hand.

Looking at the flickering cold light above the blade, Chen Feng said in a deep voice.

"I know, you have consciousness and life."

"But listen carefully, since you recognize me as Lord, you must obey my will!"

"Otherwise, I will spare no effort to destroy you!"

hum!
When Chen Feng's words fell to the ground, Nine Dragon Blade suddenly buzzed, as if responding to Chen Feng's words.

Full of spirituality!
At the same time, Chen Feng could clearly feel that Nine Dragon Blade was assuring him that he would never betray him.

"Okay, don't worry about it." Chen Feng patted Xuanyuan Erdan on the head, then went to another room and found Qian Jingyu.

"Yu'er has seen the master!"

Qian Jingyu was on the bed, practicing cross-legged, when she saw Chen Feng coming in, she hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Don't be too polite!"

Chen Feng smiled, but then his expression suddenly changed.

I saw that Qian Jingyu's whole body was surrounded by black mist, and the cold air was overwhelming, giving people a feeling of frost.

Of course, this is not the main thing. What really shocked Chen Feng was that the Nine Dragon Blade buzzed!

It seemed that there was something about Qian Jingyu that made Nine Dragon Blade excited and crazy!

"Cultivation method!!!"

Chen Feng blurted out that he and Nine Dragons Blade were connected, and immediately understood Nine Dragons Blade's excitement.

Qian Jingyu was taken aback for a moment, then said to Chen Feng with a shy face.

"Master, Yu'er is grateful for the cultivation technique bestowed by her master, so she dare not neglect her day and night."

"I finally gained something today and successfully entered the first floor of the Nine Yin Soul Refining Art."

Chen Feng nodded, but he was a little shocked inside.

He never thought that the Nine Yin Soul Refining Art was actually related to the Nine Dragon Blade!
"Yu'er, you did a good job."

"this is for you!"

With a thought, Chen Feng handed the God of Cookery Record to Qian Jingyu.

"This is written by the God of Cookery in the Heavenly Court. It should be helpful to your cooking skills."

Qian Jingyu couldn't help being overjoyed when she heard this, and hurriedly took it over, thanking Chen Feng a thousand times.

"Thank you master!"

Qian Jingyu is a famous chef and has a special interest in cooking.

Now, she has received the inheritance of the God of Cookery, how can she not like it?
Chen Feng smiled, and suddenly took out his mobile phone, and said to Qian Jingyu.

"Go and fry a few dishes first."

"However, this time, I will explain while cooking."

"I'll record it and show it to God of Cookery!"

When Qian Jingyu heard this, her delicate body trembled with excitement, and she said in surprise.

"Master, are you going to ask Master Cookery to guide me?"

Chen Feng pouted, playing with taste.

"Wrong, I am going to let the God of Cookery worship you as a teacher."

"Ah?" Qian Jingyu was stunned and dumbfounded.

Chen Feng didn't explain, and directly recorded Qian Jingyu's cooking process.

Knowing that it was for the God of Cookery, Qian Jingyu was extremely nervous.

While cooking, he explained every step very carefully, without missing every detail.

I'm afraid that if I don't do something well, it will make the God of Cookery unhappy.

It was an extremely easy meal before, but this time Qian Jingyu was sweating profusely, as if she was doing hard work.

"Master, do you really want to show it to Master Chef?"

"Would Master Chef think I'm stupid or that I'm poor at cooking?"

Qian Jingyu wiped off her perspiration, asked anxiously with a nervous face.

"Haha, be confident."

"The God of Cookery is not as good as you!"

"I'm leaving, see you later!"

hum!
With a thought, Chen Feng took the prepared meal and went to the prison where the gods were held.

"Master prison officer, I thought of it, I thought of it!"

As soon as Chen Feng came in, the God of Cookery rushed over with excitement.

"I finally know why when I use cooking words to solve the No. 18 procedure, there will be a stagnation!"

"It's because my face is too big, and the flesh on my face trembles violently when I shake the spoon continuously."

"These 18 procedures, the force of shaking the spoon is getting bigger and bigger, and the flesh on the face will naturally shake faster and faster."

"When it came to the No.18 procedure, it just reached a critical point, resonated, and missed a beat!"

"Master Prison Officer, you are so awesome to wake up the dreamer with just one word!"

The prison officer looked at Chen Feng excitedly, his eyes full of admiration.

puff!
Does this work too?
Chen Feng almost didn't laugh, he babbled nonsense, and hit the right spot.

"Ok!"

Although he was smiling in his heart, on the surface Chen Feng put his hands behind his back, made a look of satisfaction, and nodded dignifiedly.

"It seems that you are not too stupid!"

"Isn't it thanks to the prison officer's guidance!" The God of Cookery hurriedly said with a smile.

"Hey, it smells so good, why is it so fragrant?" God of Cookery just finished speaking, suddenly sniffed hard with his nose, and said in shock.

Then, when he raised his head suddenly, he saw the big meal floating above his head, and his saliva almost flowed out.

"Master Prison Officer, this food is delicious!"

"I, can I eat, I can't help it!"

"It's just for you!" With a thought, Chen Feng dropped the food on the table.

Delicious food, full of color and fragrance, makes the eyes of the God of Cookery straight.

With a whoosh, he rushed over and buried his face in the plate.

"Fragrant, so fragrant!"

“I have never eaten such a delicious meal!”

"My God, if I can't eat anymore, how can I live!"

"I am not worthy to be the God of Cookery, not worthy of being the God of Cookery!"

While eating, the God of Cookery cried and laughed like crazy.

Qian Jingyu always thought that this meal was a test for her by the God of Cookery, so she put extra effort into it.

Almost all the skills have been brought out, and the taste is much better than the random ones made before.

Even God of Cookery fell into madness after taking a bite.

Even his confidence was hit hard, and he began to question his status as the God of Cookery.

After the wind blew away, the God of Cookery licked the plate and burst into tears.

"It's so delicious, the prison officer's cooking skills are a hundred times better than mine."

"This God of Cookery, I am not worthy, I am not worthy!"

When Chen Feng saw this, he put his hands behind his back and said majestically.

"You don't need to belittle yourself."

"The reason why you can't make it so delicious is because you don't know how to stir fry."

"However, I can give you a chance."

"As long as you agree to one condition, I am willing to pass on this fried word formula to you..."

Pfft!
Before Chen Feng finished speaking, the God of Cookery knelt down, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly.

"Promise, no matter what the conditions are, I promise everything!"

"Uh... You really don't want to listen, what's the condition?" Chen Feng played with his taste.

"No need!" The God of Cookery shook his head resolutely, "Even if you let me eat shit every day, I'm willing!"

What the hell!

Chen Feng was shocked, he dared to say such a thing!

This is the God of Cookery, he pays more attention to food than anyone else.

Now, to swear by eating shit every day, it seems that his determination has reached the point where he cannot be shaken.

"Are you sure you don't regret it?" Chen Feng asked solemnly.

The God of Cookery raised his head proudly, his eyes were deep, and he stared into the distance, feeling a sense of loneliness that was overwhelmingly high, and said with a sense of loss.

"Chao Wendao, Xi can die!"

When Chen Feng saw this, he couldn't help being in awe.

Helping the God of Cookery up, he patted the God of Cookery on the shoulder, nodded slowly, and said affectionately.

"Good job, from then on, I'll feed you shit every day!"

puff!
The God of Cookery originally had a tragic face and awe-inspiring righteousness, but when he heard this, he fell directly to the ground.

(End of this chapter)