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Shi Ziming picked up the wine gourd and took a sip: "When you came to Jinyang City last night, you didn't explain it to me. Why are you willing to tell me today?"

Yang He was helpless: "Zhang Tiannan is stubborn. I told him to keep a low profile along the way, but when Lin Mang appeared, he still subconsciously took action.

I can feel that you are wary of the two of us, which is not good for the next journey, so I can only be frank."

Zhang Tiannan on the other side heard the words and suddenly paused while feeding the horse with a water bag, and then he seemed not to hear it and fed water again.

Shi Ziming nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Although Qin Feng and the other two had not completely let down their guard, the gap between them and Yang He and the others was indeed reduced.

"Since you want to send the Dragon-Suppressing Monument back, why do you still stop and go along the way? Isn't it the safest to rush to Qiyuan City without stopping?" Qin Feng raised such doubts beside the campfire.

Yang He took out some dried meat from his arms and took a bite with difficulty: "If the enemies invading the city are annihilated, the two of us will naturally rush back.

But those enemies were only repelled. Once they find that the dragon-suppressing stele they looted is fake, they will definitely return to find the real dragon-suppressing stele, so I will be careful everywhere along the way, treading on thin ice."

"I see." Qin Feng nodded, and then he thought of something, his face became extremely ugly.

If the enemy really found that the dragon-suppressing stele was fake, wouldn't they be in great danger?

You know, that was an enemy that even the gun fairy, one of the twelve gods, and several thirty-six stars could not kill but only repel at the same time!

Qin Feng looked at Yang He with resentment. If it weren't for this guy, why would he get involved in this muddy water?

Because the meat was too dry, Yang He had to drink a big mouthful of water every time he chewed it. He felt a strange gaze and looked over. He saw Qin Feng's burning eyes: "Doctor Qin, do you want a bite?"

"No need." Qin Feng didn't want to pay attention to him. Dogs wouldn't eat this kind of food.

After a while, he asked again: "If I cook something in this formation, will the smell spread outside the formation?"

Yang He shook his head: "Don't talk about the smell. Even if a monster passes by within ten feet outside the formation, if its strength is not above the fourth turn of calamity, it can't sense that we are here."

This formation is simply a weapon for cheating. Qin Feng muttered in his heart, and took out an iron pot from the Sumeru Ring, prepared the base, added water, and put it on the campfire. After a while, the red soup boiled and exuded a charming aroma.

Qin Feng put the monster viscera that he had collected when he went to the Black Mist Forest to barbecue into the pot one by one. After more than ten breaths, he picked it up and put it in his mouth, with juice flowing, and a satisfied look on his face.

Seeing this, Yang He's meat jerky instantly lost its fragrance. Oh, this meat jerky has never been fragrant before.

Qin Feng invited Shi Ziming, Zhang Tiannan and Cang Feilan to eat together, but did not call Yang He.

Shi Ziming was naturally not polite. He drank and ate meat at the same time, enjoying himself.

Zhang Tiannan hesitated a little, but he only glanced at the meat jerky in Yang He's hand, and this hesitation disappeared. When he finished chewing the first piece of meat, he became uncontrollable.

Of course, these two guys were just incidental. The only person Qin Feng really wanted to treat was Cang Feilan. After all, this was a good opportunity for the other party to take off the black square towel.

But unfortunately, Cang Feilan shook her head and rejected his ill intentions.

The three of them gathered around the iron pot, and the chopsticks never stopped. Seeing Yang He swallowing his saliva, the meat jerky in his hand had long disappeared.

Finally, Yang He couldn't stand it anymore and asked, "Doctor Qin, can I eat some with you?"

Qin Feng certainly didn't want to. He just wanted to disgust the guy who put him in danger, but he couldn't refuse directly, so he could only say tactfully, "Sorry, I don't have any extra chopsticks here."

"It's okay, I have!" Yang He was so excited that he actually took out a pair of chopsticks from his arms!

You're awesome. Qin Feng opened his mouth.

Yang He came to the pot and touched Zhang Tiannan, who was eating meat with his foot.

After all, they had the important task of escorting the Zhenlong Stele. It was impossible for two people to let down their guard at the same time. Even if there was a four-sided spirit-sealing formation to protect them, they had to ensure that one person was watching over the surroundings.

Who knew that Zhang Tiannan only looked up at Yang He, then lowered his head again and quickly picked up the beast meat in the red soup, his mouth non-stop.

"Zhang Tiannan, don't go too far." Yang He said with gritted teeth.

Zhang Tiannan swallowed the monster meat in his mouth, looked up again, and saw the other party's gnashing teeth. He finally stood up reluctantly and jumped to the top of a big tree, observing the wind and grass around him.

And Yang He finally stood beside the iron pot as he wished and ate the delicious food in the red soup.

"Hmm~ this meat!" Yang He widened his eyes.

The taste was a bit pungent, but it was unusually fragrant. When chewing it, it was full of soup.

"Delicious, really delicious, what on earth is this!" Yang He sighed and quickly picked up his chopsticks. He was afraid that if he was slow to pick it up, he would not be able to grab it before the other two.

"This thing is called hot pot." Shi Ziming took a sip of wine and replied slowly.

"Hot pot?" Yang He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't stop. He chewed the meat slices in his mouth and said vaguely: "The person who invented this thing is really a genius!"

You have good vision. Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, blushed and added: "More than a genius, he is simply a genius. If he didn't have a vision and brain that far surpassed the world, how could he invent such a delicious food."

Cang Feilan glanced at Qin Feng with a strange look when she heard this.

Shi Ziming couldn't stand it anymore and spat, "Stinky boy, can you have some shame?"

Yang He was stunned and quickly reacted, "Doctor Qin, did you invent this hot pot?"

"I guess so." Qin Feng coughed dryly. At least in this world, I invented it.

"Amazing, really amazing. I haven't tasted such delicious food in Qiyuan City." Yang He praised sincerely.

Qin Feng had a flash of inspiration and a business opportunity appeared in his mind. Wangyueju is in Jinyang City, and its position as the top brother in the catering industry is unshakable.

However, Jinyang City is a small city after all. Even if the business is booming, the profit that can be earned is also limited. But Qiyuan City is different. It is a heavenly city with a large population and a vast area. If Wangyueju's branch can be opened in Qiyuan City, the profit that can be obtained.

Qin Feng was so excited that he trembled all over just thinking about it.

He glanced at Yang He and asked tentatively: "If this thing enters Qiyuan City, what do you think the business will be like?"

"Needless to say, it will be packed every day, with constant flow of customers!" Yang He did not hesitate.

Qin Feng nodded slightly. The other party was a Qingyu demon slayer, and he must be knowledgeable. He said so, so it must be true.

But it is not so easy to enter Tiancheng, because the water there is deep, and if you accidentally touch other people's interests, it is easy to offend the powerful and be tripped up by the other party.

This matter still needs to be considered in the long run. After this trip is over, think about it carefully.

Shi Ziming saw Qin Feng's thoughts, and his mouth corners slightly raised, but he didn't say much, and drank a sip of wine.

And Zhang Tiannan on the treetop couldn't help it, jumped down, and was eager to hand over to Yang He.

Next, Yang He and the other handover speed became faster and faster, until the meat in the hot pot was empty, they were willing to stop.

After eating and drinking, Yang He cleaned up all traces, and the five people got on their horses again. The task of escorting the Dragon-Suppressing Monument must not be sloppy. They must continue their journey under the cover of night.

The reins were pulled, the horses' heads were raised, dust flew, and the figures of the five people disappeared into the night.

But none of them noticed that on the dark bark, a centipede as thick as a little finger slowly crawled over, and on the black shell, strange red patterns flashed by.