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Opening the channel between the two worlds is very complicated, and it takes a few days to prepare. Gui Chen said this, and he drove people back without explanation.

'Okay I'll let you know. 'Taoist priests occasionally have some domineering attributes.

The big iron bird flew across the sky again and flew to the place it came from.

The Tang family mansion was as peaceful as ever. Under the tree, the old man with a bit of a naughty look happily called his grandson who had just returned home to come over and talk for a few rounds.

The gentle woman studied the method of making small biscuits step by step according to the video tutorial in the small kitchen. The temperature was not controlled properly for the first time, and the test results were slightly burnt black. In line with the principle of not wasting, the woman put all the small biscuits into the into her husband's mouth and start a new round of research.

The husband didn't mind either, and from time to time he would help his wife with some work within his capacity, and accidentally made flour all over his face, and he could only lament that he had no talent in this area.

There was a jingle, and the oven rang softly. The biscuit shyly showed her warm body, and the smell of milk lingered in the tip of her nose. The woman tasted it cautiously, showing a satisfied smile.

"I'll give it to Xinfeng and Dad to taste." The gentle mother held up the small plate with a happy smile.

"I haven't eaten that yet." Tang Zheng was unhappy, grabbed his wife and complained: "Rou'er, I'm jealous."

"Pfft." Jiang Wanrou couldn't help laughing, she squeezed a small bunny-shaped biscuit and stuffed it into her husband's mouth, comforting her: "I thought you were full."

The rich milky taste exploded in the mouth, and the sweet and sour jam neutralized the sweetness, spreading to the heart, and the husband who was comforted by his gentle wife became happy again.

He was indeed not hungry. After all, he ate a lot of failed products just now, and he was just a little jealous.

Thinking of something, he attached his wife's ear: "Rou'er, I think that bastard's suggestion last time was also good."

"What proposal?" Jiang Wanrou blinked, a little confused.

"Let's have another one." The hot air lingered in the ear, with a slightly itchy feeling, and ignited his wife's face.

Finally, she nodded unobtrusively, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "But we are all old."

"Nonsense, Rou'er is exactly the same as the one I met just now, and your husband is still young." Tang Zheng teased, "We are still very young, work hard...it will happen."

This time, he wanted a thoughtful little padded jacket, and the bastard had already bought it.

This time, the red almost drowned Jiang Wanrou's neck, and after a long time, maybe less than half a moment, she hummed in a low voice.

In this way, the great cause of making people is on the agenda.

"Hiss, are you letting the water go today?" The old man tugged at his beard, looked at his grandson suspiciously, and knocked on the chessboard: "Why, absent-minded."

Tang Xinfeng threw down the chess pieces and said innocently, "It's your chess skills that have improved, and your grandson hasn't given birth for a while."

"Of course, old man, I've been making progress. It was all for you before." The old man paused for a moment with his hand pulling his beard, and then he became complacent.

"Yes, yes, after all, my chess skills were handed over to me by your grandfather." Tang Xinfeng smiled helplessly, and dropped another word.

Looking at the chess game, after thirteen moves, he would surely die.

"Dad, Xinfeng eats biscuits, I just baked them." The woman who was still blushing came over with a plate, "It's been a long time, let's take a rest!"

"Wait, I'm talking about winning this game." The old man rolled up his sleeves and quickly settled down. Today, he finally possessed the chess spirit and showed off his chess skills.

Tang Xinfeng twirled a small biscuit and put it in his mouth. Feeling the rich and rich aroma on the tip of his tongue, he praised: "Mom, your craftsmanship has improved again. You can become a chef just around the corner."

"It's all made according to the Internet, whether it's a chef or not, as long as you like it." The eyes of the woman who was praised turned into crescent moons, "There are many other kinds, I will cook them for you next time. "

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it." Tang Xinfeng smiled slightly, turned his head and continued to deal with the chess game in front of him, but the final sweetness turned into bitterness in his heart for some reason.

The mother who got the answer smiled and left, planning to delve into a few more delicious desserts. Xinfeng has lost weight recently, so he needs to make up for it.

By the way, let's stew a black chicken soup tonight.

At the end of the chess game, the black and white chess pieces constitute a rhythmic picture, which is too beautiful for the players in the game.

Stretching for a while, the old man stood up slowly with his hands behind his back. He couldn't wait to find someone to share the joy of victory. Whoever he was looking for was the old man next door.

The green color was blown off by the wind and landed on the chessboard, right between the crosses.

Tang Xinfeng's hands that were packing up the chess pieces paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, he took a black character and placed it on the chessboard that had been checkmate, in the blink of an eye, the chess game was changing, and a small piece of black stone faintly showed signs of resurrection ...

Although small, it has already started a prairie fire.

Is it a doomsday situation?Maybe not!Tang Xinfeng had some epiphanies. Holding black and white chess pieces, he started to play against himself. It may be so for others, but why is he hesitating?

Even that person left so many foreshadowings because he believed in himself. If so, there must be signs of breaking the game.

Somewhere, something affected him.

With a long sigh of relief, he picked up the leaf that fell on the chessboard. There is no doubt that with the negative attitude just now, he will have a high probability of failure.

This is nothing like him!

The young man who was still somewhat negative just now regained his spirited state. This time, he didn't even bother to clean up the chessboard, and left handsomely with his hands in his pockets, his handsome back in a mess.

Find him, bring him back, this trip, that's all!

The leaves were blown up again by the wind and drifted to an unknown distance, a little golden light was fleeting in it...

dark matter realm.

The streamer with its tail was silent for a moment, and drifted towards someone in the nebula who was so bored that he turned the flower rope.

They stared at each other for a moment, and Xian Linyuan took the lead with a smile: "Why are you looking at me with such helpless eyes?"

Don't wonder why he can observe the expression of helplessness from a ball of light, after all, he has a close relationship with this ball of light.

"Stop making petty moves." Liu Guang stated nonchalantly, with a hint of anger.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." A certain person expressed his innocence. It was all arranged by him before, so how could it be considered a small gesture.

Even if he is the master of a world, the filthy and innocent will be punished.

"Your pet is missing." Liu Guang said faintly.

"Throw it away because it's too stupid."

"Throw it directly into the present world!"

"Who knows that, that guy is stupid, so it's not surprising that he got lost." Xian Linyuan tilted his head and said cruel words.

"But I'm not stupid." Liu Guang retorted coldly, wrapping around Xian Linyuan's fingertips. "You should know that these concealments are pointless."

"Tsk." Xian Linyuan sneered, "Didn't you make a little trick?"

"..."

"Dear father, I know you better than you know me." Xian Linyuan held Liu Guang with a smile, "I'm not wrong, your small actions should affect Tangtang's spirit. "

"Human beings are emotional animals, so it is easy to be affected by external objects, and it is only natural for you to do so. His mother, father...everything that was lost and now regained is always hard to let go. "

But that was his Tangtang, someone he trusted so much, Xian Linyuan bet his freedom at the price, his Tangtang would definitely come to him.

Whether it is struggling or difficult to give up, Tang Xinfeng's choice has been clear from the beginning.

Liu Guang struggled between the gaps between his fingertips, quickly squeezed himself out, and said calmly: "The moment he steps into the dark matter world, I will try my best to kill him, this is not a violation of the bet. "

Xian Linyuan smiled sweetly: "Then just try, and I will try my best to stop you. This is not a violation of the bet."

"You shouldn't have feelings." Liu Guang seemed to sigh, "He made you paranoid."

It also made him a stranger...

"On the contrary, I think I was born to have feelings." Xian Linyuan looked at this beautiful but lifeless nebula realm, and sneered at his past self: "Otherwise, I'm really like that." Are you alive?"

"If you are dissatisfied with me like this, why don't you choose to wash away my memory, so that I won't leave."

Liu Guang remained silent. It is true that this is the best way, but he would not do that. No, in the past, he might have already put it into action the moment he caught the core, but after the feeling sprouted, he would It is no longer possible to start.

Washing away everything and making familiar people strange, even in his opinion, this kind of thing is extremely stupid, and it has no other effect except to make the child hate him even more.

"Look, you're hesitating." Xian Linyuan retorted maliciously, "Even you can't give up the existence of such things as feelings. In terms of this point alone, it's the weak will of the world that is stronger than yours." Evolved better."

"The bet continues." Liu Guang refused to continue the dispute, otherwise the emotion called anger might dominate him.

Xian Linyuan lowered his head and continued to flip the flower rope without saying a word. No one knew that he was also panicked. For more than [-] years, he has been persistently provoking his old father, using words to educate(?) understand his feelings (?) Reasonable (?), the effect seems to be a little bit...

At least he is not as clinging to him as he was at the beginning. Of course, it may be purely annoying. Even the great will of the dark matter world doesn't want his core to complain about him day and night.

Alas~ He is indeed a sinful man, he can only sit pitifully on the high tower and wait for His Royal Highness the handsome prince to solve the puzzle, rush into the tower, hack the devil to death, and rescue him out.