Marquis Wu sent Zhuge Dali to visit the old heavenly master

Skill evaluation: Brother, listen to my advice, don't step into the grave of love!If you don't believe me, look at me, so what if I am pregnant with two steel rods?To tell you the truth, I haven't touched housework since I got married...and the price is that I haven't seen money either. 】

Meng Lang: (￣ェ￣;)...

System, you fucking meow, you want me to go farther and farther on the road of no return as a family husband!

After hesitating for a while, Meng Lang decided to keep the special effects technique that made the dishes glow with his hands.

After all, it is a skill that can significantly improve the happiness index of life. Although eating the steamed buns and fried dough sticks that comes with you is fun, it can't satisfy you. It is better to have a balanced and reasonable diet to be healthier.

At the end of the lottery draw, Meng Lang glanced at the points in the Demon Refining Pot, which were already over 300 points in his mind, and smiled slightly, not rushing to upgrade his skills.

One reason is that he is going to take advantage of the next relatively comfortable period of peaceful development to sort out his existing skills.

It was obvious that meng lang could not use the too many and complicated combat skills. During this period of time, he also had the idea of ​​eliminating the chaff and saving the chaff.

Next, he will imbue some of the unused skills to other people in the Haoqi League or Zhang San's core subordinates, trying to maximize the use of these weak skills.

Secondly, it is for long-term considerations. The more points the Demon Refining Pot has, the greater the probability of shipment will be. Since there is no major threat coming to the door in the near future, then temporarily keeping these points to synthesize higher-level items is the best way to make the most of yourself. Advantage, as long as the points are used up before the big decisive battle happens.

Thinking silently in his heart, seeing that the food on the table had been eaten, Meng Lang got up and put away the plate and threw it into the dishwasher, but when he was about to press the start button, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something Someone is calling his name.

【"Meng Lang! Where have you been?"】

With a thought, the [No. [-] Lightness Kungfu in the World] was activated, and Meng returned to the bed in the back room in an instant.

Seeing the little girl's naive and confused look, Meng Lang scratched her cute little nose amusedly: "What, miss me?"

"Hmm~"

Zhuge vigorously shook his little head and arched it in the man's arms, and asked in a waxy voice, "Where did you go just now?"

"I'm a little hungry, I'm going to find something to eat."

"That's it~ Then I'm a little hungry, what should I do?"

"That's troublesome! The ingredients in the refrigerator have been eaten up, and there's no place to buy them in the middle of the night?"

"...Okay then, don't eat, go to bed first~"

"Hey hey~ Actually, it's not like I don't have nothing to eat~"

"Huh? What's there to eat?"

"Old rules, deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk~"

"Ah! I don't...don't! I don't eat, I want to sleep!"

"Hmph~ This is beyond your control..."

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Early the next morning, Bingo Dessert Shop.

Meng Lang was humming a little tune, skillfully making dessert drinks, and behind him, Gua Po Niang was holding a big bagful of delicious pastries that she hadn't eaten for breakfast, and she was lazy to eat with relish.

Zhuge Qing glanced behind the counter, and asked casually, "Old Meng, why are you and Miss Feng and my cousin alone today?"

There was no sign of change on Meng's face: "Dali ate too much supper last night and was a bit indigestible. I asked her to stay upstairs to rest for a while and come back in the afternoon."

"That's it." Zhuge Fox didn't think much about it, nodded and took the dessert set that Meng Lang handed over, turned around and found a seat with Fu Rong and sat down casually.

"Rong'er, today Saturday, have you decided where to spend our two-person world?"

"Well, let me think... How about we go to the beach! We can't go later before the weather cools down completely."

"Okay! I've wanted to try you in a swimsuit for a long time... Well, I mean, I've wanted to see you in a swimsuit, Rong'er..."

While the two were chatting, an anxious figure suddenly ran from a distance in a cloud of smoke.

"Old Qing, it's not good! Something happened in Zhuge Bagua Village!"

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Chapter 521 Mission: Impossible, Impossible, Impossible

Seeing the person coming, Zhuge Qing was slightly astonished: "Old Wang? What did you say?! What happened to Bagua Village?"

"Huh-ha-huh..."

After running in front of the crowd, it took Wang Ye a long time to catch his breath.

"That's what happened. Just now I woke up in the morning and called you to ask if you want to play cards together at night, but the phone was turned off even after making three calls..."

"Shut down?"

Zhuge Fox was surprised, and took out his cell phone from his pocket to look at it.

Obviously it's running normally?

At this moment, Zhuge Qing noticed that Fu Rong's arm around his arm was a little stiff, and with a slight movement in his heart, he pressed his finger to open the blacklist column in the address book...

Sure enough, Pharaoh's number jumped on it.

Turning off the address book calmly, Zhuge Fox opened the X letter with a normal face, and edited the message to Zhuge Bai to ask if something happened at home, and said without raising his head.

"Maybe I accidentally turned on Do Not Disturb just now. Those are trivial matters. Old Wang, go ahead and talk, what happened to Bagua Village?"

Wang Ye looked solemn: "I saw that you have been shutting down the phone, and you were too lazy to get up to find you, so I made up a hexagram for you, and the hexagram turned out to be 'Xia Xia Ji'!"

"Auspicious?!" Zhuge Qing was shocked, "This is not a good omen!"

"That's right! So after that, I did a divination for you in the interior scene... The result is that there will be a catastrophe in Zhuge Bagua Village tomorrow night!"

Speaking of this, Wang Ye's expression was extremely solemn: "A catastrophe on the level of a bloody disaster!"

"……I understand."

After listening to Wang Ye's explanation, Zhuge Qing held his chin and fell silent. Seeing this, Fu Rong could only wait anxiously for him to make a decision.

At this moment, Meng Lang's cell phone suddenly rang a text message notification tone.

Click to open it, and the signature in the sender column is "Spy Boy".