Douluo: Reverse Dimension

Chapter 147 It's Nice to Have Someone to Cook

After leaving the Pope's Palace, Song Ke glanced at Wuhundian Academy from a distance, hesitated for a few seconds, and left without stopping.

Regarding the matter of Si Yan, he has been kept in the dark by Bibi Dong for the past year and a half.

He didn't know what happened in it, but he could make a rough guess.

This little girl may have become Bibi Dong's test subject.

His indeterminate black fire is different from the real extreme fire, which has an evil and cold aura. Her flame is cold fire, an extremely rare mutant martial soul.

This kind of flame is purer than the fire of the phoenix, and its adhesion is stronger. Once it is contaminated by a living thing, it cannot be extinguished until it dies.

Bibi Dong noticed this, and used healing as an excuse to observe at the cultivation site, trying to find a way to use this flame reasonably.

After all, there is also a black flame in her body that cannot be dispelled, it is the soul fire of Rakshasa.

In her opinion, Siyan's flame is another form of the fire of Rakshasa God's soul. If she wants to quickly obtain the inheritance of the god position, this flame may become her greatest help.

However, she overlooked one point, that is, Siyan is only less than ten years old, and the flames in her body cannot support her experiments. She must wait until her own strength is raised and even titled Douluo, before she can perfectly play the role of black fire.

But at the same time, Bibidong is a very vigilant woman, she knows that if Siyan becomes a Titled Douluo, she might break out of her control at that time.

The loss outweighs the gain, and she will never do things like throwing a stone at her own foot.

She has only one purpose now.

That is to become stronger!
Strong enough to surpass Tang Hao, this is the only purpose of her life now.

Walking on the road, Song Ke frowned slightly, thinking back to the scene in the Pope's Palace just now:
"Is my approach a bit radical..."

"No, it's not aggressive at all. You can't hide the look in your eyes that wants to kill someone. At that second just now, I'm sure she had the idea of ​​killing me."

Thinking of this, he shook his head:

"It doesn't matter, I don't owe her anything, and I don't have time to think about these things. I will come to inquire about Siyan when I have time next time."

"I just hope that she... is still alive now. After all, I am also responsible for her life and death..."

Thinking like this, Song Ke came to Wuhun City.

He bypassed the most prosperous central city, and came to the most remote place in Wuhun City with light steps.

At the beginning, when choosing the address, An Xiaomian once denied it.

Because this place is really too remote, there is a big forest outside the city wall, and at night, there will be all kinds of wild beasts.

Their howls come together to form a "Symphony of the Night".

However, her objection was useless, the eight titled Douluo couldn't bring back what Song Ke had determined.

"I don't know if the meal is ready." Song Ke saw his own house from a distance through the buildings on both sides of the street.

At that time, a building similar to a three-story Western-style building, with an entire first floor of more than 300 square meters, was transformed into a blacksmith room by him.

The second floor is a place for eating and sleeping, and the third floor is a place for rest and entertainment.

However, Song Ke has hardly used these two places for a year and a half.

He eats and sleeps almost all on the first floor.

He has no time to rest.

Just as he was approaching home, Bubu's voice suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​spirits:
"Little guy, your arsenal is about to be upgraded, let's deal with it tonight."

Song Ke froze for a moment, then patted his head:

"Yeah, how could I forget about this!"

Two days ago, there were signs of a breakthrough in his authority. The breakthrough in authority was like upgrading his soul power. In one and a half years, Song Ke had manufactured more than 600 AK rifles.

And the second-level authority of the arsenal may be opened after the last weapon is manufactured.

But whether the upgrade of Wanqi Fang's authority depends on the increase in the number of weapons manufactured, or the increase in the level of soul power, Song Ke has not yet had an accurate answer.

After Bubu added:
"The second level of authority is to add a new type of weapon to you. You can choose one from the weapon model data provided by Wanqi Fang."

"Remember, once you choose, you cannot change it, so you have to think about your choice."

Song Ke pondered for a while, then subconsciously nodded and said:

"I see."

Zhen Dejian reminded from the side:

"Don't focus on building weapons, your soul power level should also be improved."

"I've seen a lot of suitable targets in the city these days, and I'll do it after you're done with this work!"

The muscles on Song Ke's face trembled twice. At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of being taught by his parents after returning home during the Chinese New Year.

"I see." He replied.

He exhaled, quickened his pace, and Song Ke returned home.

Before the door was pushed open, a smell of food wafted out through the crack of the door.

"It smells so good." Song Ke's mouth curled up slightly, and he stretched out his hand to open the door and walked in.

At this point, An Xiaomian must be cooking.

The hall on the first floor looks old-fashioned as a whole. On the left side are special props for blacksmithing, the furnace, and on the right side are props for testing weapons.

Looking around for a week, the whole hall didn't look messy at all.

It stands to reason that blacksmithing rooms are generally composed of mess, rust, and various finished and semi-finished parts.

But Song Ke's situation was not the same here, thanks to An Xiaomian, because of this matter, the two even had a dispute.

What Song Ke meant was that tidying up is useless. The blacksmith room should look like a blacksmith room. It’s better if it’s a little messy, so it’s easier for you to find parts.
But An Xiaomian's obsessive-compulsive disorder forced her to put some things in the designated area, and finally An Xiaomian won.

"I'm back." Song Ke walked to the spiral staircase, tilted his head slightly, and shouted towards the top.

"Welcome home." An Xiaomian's clear and sweet voice came from upstairs, "Wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Song Ke replied with a smile:
"I'll come right away."

It's nice to have someone cook.

After he finished feeling, he turned and walked towards the side hall, where there was a bathroom.

Pushing open the door, turning the faucet, the sound of rushing water filled the hall.

After washing his hands, Song Ke dragged the floor again, then closed the door and walked out.

Then, he was not in a hurry to go up to the second floor to eat, but walked to the furnace and put the charcoal inside to keep the temperature inside the furnace, which also allowed An Xiaomian to release less flames.

In the past year and a half, this girl has released a lot of flames for forging. This is a part of her body, so releasing it like this will also cause some confusion for her.

But fortunately, with Song Ke's Meteor Field, every time after she drained her evil fire, her soul power could always be recovered immediately, and it was higher every time.

Now, her soul power has reached level 45, and she has entered the soul sect.

Going up the spiral staircase to the second floor, Song Ke came to the door of the kitchen and asked with a smile on his lips:
"It smells so good, what did you do?"

An Xiaomian leaned back, poked her head out and said with a smile:

"Today, I brought a handful of prunes from the old team leader, and I stewed them with the meat."

Song Ke blurted out almost subconsciously:
"You steal other people's food?"

He immediately added:
"I said, why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, An Xiaomian retorted:

"What is stealing? The vegetables he sells to me are so expensive, what should I do with his two handfuls of prunes?"

Sister, how expensive are two handfuls of prunes?Song Ke's expression suddenly collapsed.

After following me for a year and a half, why did this little girl become more stingy than me?

"Okay, do everything." An Xiaomian intentionally paused for two seconds, then smiled, "Don't you want to try?"

Song Ke sighed helplessly, took out the seasoning from the soul guide, placed it on the cabinet and said:

"Don't do this kind of greedy thing in the future, it's not worth it, understand?"

"Understood, I understand." An Xiaomian smiled happily and confidently.

Song Ke groaned again, rolled his eyes at An Xiaomian invisibly, turned around, walked to the table and sat down.

(End of this chapter)