Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

After explaining the rewards for clearing the level, Biwei, who lost her beloved computer, was in no mood to chatter with them, and sent them out with a shake of her hands.Outside Wolong Lake, many people who waited eagerly for their return finally saw the shadows of the three of them. Just as they were about to go up to say welcome back, they were pushed back by Song Guimu's unusually ugly face.

"The other party robbed the item." Song Guimu's face was gloomy, but his tone was calm, "I am responsible, and I will remember to call you for liquidated damages."

He was taken aback by the many words, and just as he was about to speak, Song Guimu said again: "Those two... are members of the Ghost League."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Ghost League?" Unexpectedly, it was Xi Shao who said nothing, "Aren't they..."

"I thought it should be like that too, but I did see Mo Ying." Song Guimu was still calm, not to mention the excitement just now, his expression was so indifferent that even the vitality at the beginning seemed to be burned out, "There is one more , I don’t know him by face, but by his technique, nine out of ten he is Wang Wuxiang.”

"How could it be the two of them?" Many gritted their teeth, with a ferocious expression on their faces, "What the fuck...the ghosts linger!"

Song Guimu hummed lightly, then glanced at the bewildered Zhang Fei again: "Tell him about the ghost alliance...I'm going first."

He picked up his bag, turned and left, and soon merged into the night.Zhang Fei watched him go away, and then turned to ask a lot: "What is the ghost alliance?"

"An illegal organization made up of ghosts." Many scratched their hair, not hiding the worry on their faces. "They seemed to be in the underworld at first, but they were besieged by the underworld until they couldn't do it anymore, so they started to operate in the underworld."

Zhang Fei subconsciously glanced at Zhong Cuo, and the ghost king shook his head, expressing that he had no impression of it.

"The two most powerful ghosts in there are Mo Ying and Wang Wuxiang. Mo Ying is good at attacking and defending, and Wang Wuxiang is good at planning. They are very tricky. The world of heaven is not suitable for ghosts to practice. The idea of ​​accumulating power in the yang world to counterattack the underworld has done a lot of things that hurt nature and reason." Many looked in the direction where Song Guimu left, and said with some difficulty, "His brother is one of the victims."

"About more than a year ago, we planned a general attack on the Ghost Alliance, which can be regarded as a complete victory. At that time, both Mo Ying and Wang Wuxiang were seriously injured. Although they barely escaped, the injuries were definitely not just one or two years old. Those who can recover...why do they appear here?"

Zhang Fei frowned: "The one named Mo Ying is the ghost fairy we met during the Zijin Building incident, and Wang Wuxiang... If he is Mr. Gui, then at least he has been operating secretly since May this year gone."

"Did those two guys take some panacea?" Many gritted their teeth sadly, "Why do I never have such good luck as a partner of justice..."

Xi Shao coughed and interrupted his thoughts: "If it is true that the Ghost Alliance revives, things will be difficult... I will inform the people above about this matter, and I hope you two can help if necessary. "

He said "two", but his eyes were only on Zhang Fei.Zhang Feilue thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, after all, it happened in Linshan, 'I' will definitely help."

Xi Shao didn't mind his deliberately aggravated tone, and nodded: "Thank you."

The two officials left in a hurry, and the lakeside returned to silence.Looking at the dark Wolong Lake, Zhang Fei took a breath of the damp cold wind.

That piece of ghost crystal should have been digested by now, except for the coldness at the beginning, there was nothing superfluous.

It's just... Will eating this kind of thing do him any good?

"...how is your injury?"

"Okay." The wound that fell in the maze has completely healed at this time, and not even a scar can be seen.

"That's good." Zhong Cuo tried to make his tone sound indifferent, as if he had never worried about Zhang Fei's injury, "Ghost Jing..."

"Let's wait and see," Zhang Fei shook his head, "God knows if there will be any bad consequences after eating that thing, and that ghost dragon may not be reliable."

He glanced at his watch and sighed, "It's so late? If you stand any longer, you should watch the sunrise... go home?"

"……Um."

It was late at night, and there were no pedestrians on the road near the mountain. Occasionally, vehicles passed by, and they came and went in a hurry.

"……responsibility……"

"Huh?" Zhang Fei felt as if he heard Zhong Cuo talking, so he looked back at him.

"...If those are really wild ghosts from the underworld, then it is my responsibility to eradicate them." Zhong Cuo said, "Although it is our principle not to deal with the rulers of the underworld, my responsibility will also be my responsibility. bear."

After a moment of silence, he added in a low voice: "Besides, protecting you...no, protecting the priest is also the ghost king's responsibility."

"Is there this one?" Zhang Fei pondered, "When I signed the contract with Bai Wuchang, he didn't seem to say..."

"That's too late!" Zhong Cuo said decisively, "The priests are mortals, and not all of them are as talented as you, so of course they must be protected by the ghost king!"

"is it?"

"That's right!"

"But I still feel..."

"...The premise of 500 million is that the priest abides by the rules."

"...Well, you say yes."

For the first time in history, the clock is wrong, WIN!

On the second day after returning from Wolong Lake, Zhang Fei went to the hospital.

A certain white-haired animal squatted at the door of his house for some reason early in the morning. After touching its chin, pinching its ears, and even feeding it, Zhang Fei patted its head helplessly: "Okay." , you won, take me there."

Someone in the hospital obviously didn't expect Zhang Fei to come. He frowned and stared at him for a while, then looked at the monk squatting at Zhang Fei's feet with peace of mind, and said viciously: "Traitor!"

"Meow." I'm just an ordinary cat... The monk is playing dumb.

"Don't say that~" Zhang Fei smoothed things over.

"...What are you doing here?" After all, he lived and died together in the maze, Song Guimu's attitude was no longer so aggressive.

"Waste utilization." Zhang Fei took out the half of Mushenhua from his pocket, and handed it over, "My sleep quality has always been as good as it could be, so let's forget about this."

Song Guimu was silent.

"If you don't want to pay for nothing, I can sell it to you!" Zhang Fei's eyes sparkled, "This looks expensive, right? I don't want a lot of money from you, so I'll give you tens of thousands of dollars..."

"..." Song Guimu snatched Mu Shenhua over.After froze for a while, he said with a sullen head, "Thank you."

Zhang Fei smiled and didn't speak. Song Guimu was silent for a moment, and said lightly, "Come with me."

He took Zhang Fei upstairs and walked into the ward.

In the ward, a strange fragrance lingered lingeringly. After smelling it for a while, Zhang Fei felt a little dizzy.But after a while, the dizziness gradually receded, and the spirit was more refreshing than before.

He looked at the person lying on the hospital bed: "This is..."

"...my brother."

Zhang Fei remained silent, but Song Guimu was calm: "Mu Shenhua is a rare herb in the world that can repair the wounds of the soul...but the efficacy is still uncertain."

"Your brother..."

"...the methods of those old ghosts of the Yougui League," Song Guimu raised his hand and pressed his forehead, trying to keep his voice steady, "They...have been thinking of ways to come up with energy-produced, powerful weapons ..."

He said it very hard: "My brother... is theirs, the artificial ghost king planned... an experiment."

"Man-made ghost... king?"

"Forcibly depriving part of the soul, resulting in endless soul hunger, that feeling is enough to make people crazy," Song Guimu smiled wryly, "plus some other means, people will get a lot of messy things The power...is like the ghost king."

But "like", not "is".The biggest difficulty for the ghost king is just the experience of that year, but the man-made ghost king is an eternal torment.

"...help me say sorry to your kid." Song Guimu took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, "I know it's not his fault, but... I still can't control myself."

Zhang Fei glanced at the door: "Don't worry, he probably won't care about this."

After bidding farewell to Song Guimu and going out, Zhang Fei saw Zhong Cuo without any surprise.

"Excessive kindness." Holding hands, Zhong Cuo defined Zhang Fei's behavior.

"Is there?" Zhang Fei raised his eyebrows, "Use your brain, Xiao Fei, Comrade Song's personality is easy to understand. Do you think I will give the gift away, and he will not return it?"

He smiled and rubbed Zhong Cuo's head: "I asked Aunt Hua, he paid a year's rent, we have to be neighbors for at least a year, and I exchanged things that are useless to me for a year of neighborhood harmony , plus available helpers, isn’t it a good deal?”

"This is the wisdom of adults~" he finally concluded.

"Ugh...cough, cough."

A line of dark blood came from the corner of his lips, and Mr. Gui leaned weakly on the grand teacher's chair, his face pale.

Mo Ying stood aside, and when he saw him feeling uncomfortable, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but quickly retracted it.

"...that ghost dragon is really powerful." In the end, he said expressionlessly.

"That's right," Mr. Gui smiled wryly, "It's wise to be able to jump over this body and injure my soul to such an extent... I didn't directly conflict with him before."

"...your injury..."

"It will probably take a few months to cultivate. After all, the world of heaven is no better than the world of hell." Mr. Gui slowly propped up his body, "Now even the 'abnormal' side has noticed us... Proceed with caution, just in case."

"I have already contacted 'over there', and they are willing to cooperate, but the time will be postponed."

"Isn't it great, this way we have enough time." Mr. Gui smiled, "Let's go underground for now... We, and the little ghost king, should have a good rest."

His eyes looked into the void, and he blinked slightly. Although his expression was painful, there was a faint smile in his eyes.

"It's the last one, teacher..."

... Is it a dream again?

Only this time the dream was far clearer than before.

The man was standing not far from him, his image was clearer than ever before, he was dressed in white, his long hair was uncombed, he said he looked like a fairy, but there was a bit of murderous aura in his eyes, and let him Zhang Fei looked familiar in confusion.

They are indeed very familiar, as if they have met many times...

"who are you?"

The man smiled and finally spoke.

"My name is Kushi."

Outer Part·Playground

Linshan City recently opened a new playground. It is said to be a new one. In fact, it started several years ago. As a result, many messy things happened during the period, and the project changed hands several times. It was not completed until the end of this year. .Winter is the off-season for the playground, and the boss plans to wait until summer to reopen.But in the past half a year, they couldn't do nothing, so they distributed tour coupons everywhere under the banner of "trying to give advice", and four of them fell into the hands of Changsheng.

Changsheng, who is very loyal and loves teachers and students, approached his teacher Mr. Zhang immediately, and proposed to go to the playground together.

"Are you going to go with Zhan Gui?" Teacher Zhang's eyes are bright.

Now Zhan Gui occupies half of the sky in Ruhua Xiaoju. He is good at everything from shopping to helping the kitchen to serving dishes at the front desk. It is not easy for him to ask for leave—unless a certain teacher uses Gongji to smuggle Aunt Hua.

Changsheng chuckled and admitted it.

A gentleman has the beauty of an adult, so Zhang Fei nodded his head and agreed to the matter. Turning around, he asked Zhong Cuo, "Do you want to go to the playground?"

"Do you think I'm a child?" Zhong glanced at him wrongly.

Zhang Fei pinched his chin and looked at him: "I was thinking, from your appearance to your heart, how can you not be treated as a child by me..."

"..."

In the end, they went together.After entering the playground, Changsheng unkindly left behind the useless teacher and took Zhan Gui away. After Zhang Fei despised his students who did not respect their teachers from a distance, he asked Zhong Cuo: "What do you want to play first? "

"What to play..." Of course, there is no such thing as a "playground" in the experience of the ghost kings of the past. Zhong Cuo looked at the gift maps over and over again, and felt that each one seemed to be very attractive.

The ghost king can't be like a child... After thinking silently for a moment, Zhong Cuo calmly said: "Whatever you want, you can choose."

"I'll pick..." The last time Zhang Fei went to the playground was with his classmates when he was in college, and he hasn't been there since graduation, but there are only a few playgrounds, Zhang Fei looked around, the most conspicuous finger Ferris wheel: "How about going on that one?"

"Ferris wheel? Isn't it too childish?" Before Zhong Cuo had time to nod, a cool voice suddenly came from beside him.

...Why does this voice sound familiar?

"Why are you here?"

Hearing this sound, Zhong Cuo's face immediately sank. He turned around and stared coldly at the person who appeared, his tone and expression were full of unwelcome.

"Why can't I be here?" Song Guimu walked to Zhang Fei with a smile, and shook the ticket bracelet on his wrist towards Zhong Cuo, "I was invited to play, just like you."

"Could something happen here?" Zhang Fei asked.

"It was not peaceful here before, so the new boss asked me to see the situation." Seeing that it was Zhang Fei who asked, Song Guimu answered happily, "After walking around for a whole morning, the cleaning was almost done, so I came here to have fun."

He glanced at the clock with ill intentions: "Then I saw you... I said, since we are here at the playground, don't play those petty things, how about some exciting ones?"

"No problem!" Before Zhang Fei could speak, Zhong Cuo had already answered loudly.

Zhang Fei sighed—the relationship between Song Guimu and them eased after the trip to Wolong Lake, because they basically did the same things, so they would occasionally help each other. Ghost Mu taught him a lot of practical skills. It can be said that they are good friends now.

However, this "they" does not include Song Guimu and Zhong Cuo... These two people probably have a natural discord, and when they meet, they are fiercely gunpowder. Less times.

Fortunately, Naogui Nao, these two people still understand which is more important at the critical moment, and they can cooperate when it is time to cooperate. The problem is that this moment is not critical...

"Roller coaster, pirate ship, rapids... one by one?"

"no problem!"

God bless them not to demolish this unlucky playground——Zhang Fei sincerely prayed.

The playground staff smiled: "Sorry, because of the danger of the project, so...we have a height limit."

"..." Zhong Cuo silently stared at the height sign in front of him. The red line that said "no problem" on it was a small but still obvious distance from the top of his head.

Of course, it's not a problem, he just needs to mess up his hair a little bit, or stand on tiptoe...

"What can I do about this—" Song Guimu's voice came at the right time, "It's just a little bit close, but it's nothing, just fool around and it's over, right?"

As soon as he said this, Zhong Cuo stopped moving immediately. He stood still and looked up at the staff, his feet seemed to have taken root on the ground.

I have to say that the employees in this playground are of good quality, and their psychological endurance is absolutely excellent. Even in the face of the ghost king's aggressive gaze, she can still stand there firmly and keep smiling—although the laughing is almost like crying.

"Okay, okay," Zhang Fei smiled wryly and went to smooth things over, and then showed the staff a gentle teacher-specific smile (glasses bonus, power 200%), "Sorry, my child really wants to play...can't you?"

"We have... regulations..." The eloquent staff stood firm.

"It's okay." Zhong Cuo said blankly, "I'll just wait for you over there."

"If I remember correctly, the height requirements for all your dangerous projects are the same?" Song Guimu asked leisurely.

"Same……"

"..." Zhong Cuo gritted his teeth.Song Guimu smiled, pulled the monk off his shoulder and threw it towards him, and held Zhang Fei with the other hand: "Let's go, Mr. Zhang~"

The owner of the amusement park is very considerate to these guests who come to try it out. Not only are they free to play, but they can even try all kinds of snacks in the playground for free.Zhong Cuo ordered a large portion of popcorn, and sat on a playground chair with his arms in his arms to eat slowly.

Click, click, click...

Xiao Hang slipped out of his pocket and said cautiously: "Master is not in a good mood?"

Zhong Cuo didn't speak, and continued to eat, and he quickly killed more than half of the big bag of popcorn.

"I think we should take revenge on that ghost exorcist!" Xiao Diao shook his fist, which was not as big as popcorn, viciously, "Why don't we take advantage of the opportunity of him being on top, and let's break down that car, so that it's an accident. It can also be said that it is his own responsibility..."

Before he finished speaking, the white cat lying on Zhong Cuo's shoulder had already scratched it with one paw. Under the light of Buddha, Xiao Diao screamed and quickly slipped to the other side of Zhong Cuo's shoulder.

Break the roller coaster... Zhong Cuo subconsciously looked up at the roller coaster that was close at hand. It just so happened that the car that the two people were riding in climbed to the highest point of the uphill.

Both Song Guimu and Zhong Cuo had excellent eyesight, and they looked at each other, only to see Song Guimu smiled slightly, raised his hand, and gave Zhong Cuo a little thumb.

In the next second, the roller coaster roared down!

"...Xiao Hang."

"Ok?"

"Let's study how to break down this car..." After breaking down, bury the guy under it!

Fortunately, Zhong Cuo's rationality overcame his impulse in the end, and Song Guimu got off the roller coaster safely.After he came down, he was still unsatisfied with the feeling just now, so he grabbed Zhang Fei and said, "How about it? Let's play again?"

"Huh? No, it's boring to play too much." Zhang Fei smiled, walked to Zhong Cuo, and grabbed him a handful of popcorn to eat.

Zhong Cuo looked up at him and said nothing.

"Then go play something else?" Song Guimu chased after him, "There are a lot of exciting things here~"

"Don't worry, the old man can't take it anymore~" Zhang Fei said lazily, took the white cat off Zhong Cuo's shoulder, and threw it to Song Guimu.Song Guimu was caught off guard, just in time for the white cat to pounce on his face.

"Oh! Monk, you stabbed me to death!" The white cat's claws didn't retract for some reason, and Song Guimu screamed again and again as a result of scratching his face.

The monk flicked his tail calmly, squatted on his shoulder and licked his paw, looking pure and innocent.

"Not kind." Song Guimu pinched his partner's ears severely, and after glancing at the two people over there, he curled his lips and turned to leave, "Forget it, forget it, I can only be with you if you are not kind... ...Life is miserable!"

Seeing that one person and one cat left, Zhong Cuo swallowed the last few popcorns: "Why, don't you continue playing?"

"Let's play, but those too exciting games are exhausting, so I want to change to something lighter." Zhang Fei smiled, "We... huh?"

His eyes fell to one side of the fence, and unfortunately he saw someone trying to turn over from there, but was stopped by the staff.As a result, the man turned out to be fierce and started fighting with several people.

That look was so familiar, Zhang Fei smiled and took off his glasses: "Wait for me later, I'll find you some snacks."

Unknown bad luck urged wandering ghosts to skilled priests, and the results needless to say.Zhang Fei easily threw the wandering ghost who had hit the gun's muzzle to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and a ghost crystal fell out.

"Well, here it is for you."

The Yin air flowed through the limbs and bones, feeling extremely comfortable... When the ghost crystal was digested, Zhong Cuo jumped off the bench and went to measure his height.

...It's still a little bit worse.

"Don't worry, it will grow there one day." Zhang Fei leaned over to have a look, and patted Zhong Cuo on the shoulder comfortingly, "Look."

He was holding two visit tickets, which looked exactly the same as those given to them by Changsheng.

"This is?"

"The prize for being brave, it's still free to visit," Zhang Fei shook the ticket, "How about we come together when the weather gets warmer?"

He smiled: "The two of us are together."

"...I thought you would prefer a few more people."

"Only two, the fat and water will not flow into the fields of outsiders~"

Zhong Cuo admitted that words such as "the two of us together" and "the fat and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders" sound quite... pleasing to the ear.

He nodded as seriously as possible: "I don't like this kind of place very much... But, good."

"Go play the Ferris wheel? I want to see what it looks like on it."

"……Um."

Before playing the Ferris wheel, Zhang Fei bought an ice cream by the way—few people eat it in winter, so the owner enthusiastically gave him a super-large portion, which was so big that he had to hold it with his hands to eat it.

"Who would eat ice cream at this time..."

"It's not there, it's still an acquaintance." Zhang Fei nodded towards the window of the Ferris wheel, and Zhong Cuo looked out, just in time to see Zhan Gui and Changsheng.

Chang Sheng was holding an ice cream that was about the same size as the one in his hand, and was licking it bit by bit. Zhan Gui followed him, looking a little helpless, but Chang Sheng fooled him with a hippie smile.

"His body really dares to ruin it...I have to persuade him later." Zhang Fei clicked his tongue, very dissatisfied with someone's behavior at such a costless manner.

However, he also admitted that the two seemed incompatible, but they felt very harmonious together. When Zhang Fei was staring at them, he happened to see Chang Sheng rubbing ice cream on his face, and Zhan Gui went around to help him wipe it off.

The very intimate gesture looks more like a father and son than the two "real cards"... Zhang Fei turned his head and glanced at the clock. He was seriously dealing with the ice cream, his face was spotlessly clean.

I really don't cooperate!

A subtle idea popped up in his heart, Zhang Fei carefully walked up to Zhong Cuo, and seemingly unintentionally patted him on the shoulder——

This shot was very effective. Zhong Cuo was always afraid that he would drop the ice cream, so he used all his strength in his hands, but he was not very prepared. Zhang Fei leaned forward and fell into the ice cream without moving his hands. .

"..."

"..."

Zhong Cuo raised his head, his face was covered with cream, he looked like a cosplay-failed Santa Claus: "Zhang - Fei -"

"..." Zhang Fei retreated decisively, but unfortunately the Ferris wheel was too small, and he couldn't get anywhere no matter how much he ran.

Zhong Cuo rushed forward angrily and retaliated decisively, so half a minute later, Santa Claus became two.

"Stingy!" Zhang Fei muttered.

"You deserve it." Zhong Cuo gritted his teeth.

Finally, they cleaned up almost the same, and the Ferris wheel came to an end.

There are a little more people in the playground at the moment, most of them are parents with their children, and some people who look like couples hold hands very intimately and shine brightly unceremoniously.

Comrade Zhang Fei, a member of the death group, dismissed these people: "It's so cold, why don't they stick together when it's 38 degrees..."

"Jealous." Zhong Cuo pouted.

"It's not jealousy..." Zhang Fei snorted, his eyes swept away, and he happened to see two aliens.

He rubbed his eyes and asked uncertainly, "That...are two men?"

"...It should be." Zhong Cuo also looked at the past.

Those were two men who looked about the same age, both in their 20s. They didn't look like brothers, let alone father and son. If they were classmates and friends...the attitude seemed a little too intimate.

The Ferris wheel is not popular now, there are not many people nearby, and they happen to be standing under a tree, so it looks like there is no one around here... Those two people seem to think so, after walking here, one of them After poking his companion lightly, he actually...

Zhong Cuo's eyes widened suddenly, and in the next second, his eyes were pitch black—Zhang Fei covered his eyes.

"What are you doing!" Fortunately, he still knew that this was an embarrassing situation, so he lowered his voice even though he shouted.

"Don't look at evil, do you understand?" Zhang Fei taught him sternly, with a serious attitude, "Children look at the needles of the president that they shouldn't look at!"

"I'm not a child!"

"You are a minor!"

"Then you shouldn't watch either!"

"I have my eyes closed."

Liar... Zhong Cuo didn't say anything, because Zhang Fei also covered his mouth.After a while, the light finally reappeared in front of his eyes, and the two of them naturally disappeared, only Zhang Fei was left whistling there as if nothing had happened.

Zhong Cuo looked at him angrily.

"I'm thinking about the mental health of teenagers..." Zhang Fei spread his hands, "Kids don't watch restricted-rated stuff."

"What kind of limit is a kiss..." Zhong Cuo said, suddenly stunned, "...But, are those two men?"

"What's wrong with men?" Zhang Fei took the time to educate his children, "The times have changed, men and women are the same."

"Then why are you blushing?" Zhong Cuo glanced at Zhang Fei.

"Close your eyes and hold back."

"...a liar."

Outer Part · New Year's Eve Dinner

"Farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers, say goodbye to the old year~"

Holding a large pile of clothes and throwing them into the washing machine, Zhang Fei looked back at the room that had been cleaned up and took a deep breath.

The most annoying thing about Chinese New Year is cleaning the house. He is still a tidy person on weekdays, and it took him a whole morning to keep the room spotless.If he was alone at home, he would make do with it, but...

He turned his head and glanced at Zhong Cuo who was tidying up the room seriously, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

The kid spent the first year by his side, so he couldn't be fooled, right?

It has to be said that this year is a bit unusual for Zhang Fei-the extra clock is one of them, and Aunt Hua will not spend this year with him, which is also one of them.

Aunt Hua's son is about the same age as Zhang Fei. He is currently studying for a Ph.D. in the United States. He won a first-class scholarship this year, so he wants to take his parents to the United States to celebrate the New Year.Aunt Hua complained to Zhang Fei for a few days, "How can this kid waste money like this", then happily packed her bags and carried her husband to the other side of the ocean.

In the past, Zhang Fei would just tidy up the house and wait to eat Aunt Hua's dumplings, but this year he had to do it himself. Out of laziness, don't expect him to make the dumplings. After tidying up the house, he called Shang Zhangui , moved the Eight Immortals table, the largest in Ruhua Xiaoju, upstairs.

Of course, Zhan Gui had nowhere to go during the Chinese New Year. As a matter of course, Zhang Fei invited him to have this New Year's Eve dinner together—in addition to the crowds, Zhan Gui, a first-class excellent laborer, had also made him covet for a long time.

Putting down the dead huanghuali wood Eight Immortals table, Zhan Gui took a slight breath and brushed the dust off the Eight Immortals table.

"It's hard work." Zhang Fei handed over a glass of water, "Is there anything you want to eat tonight?"

Zhan Gui was silent for a moment: "...Can I call someone else?"

"Changsheng?" Zhang Fei raised his eyebrows, "If I remember correctly, didn't he go to Kunming or Hainan for the winter? Can he come back?"

Not to mention whether he can't come back, the grandson will be snatched away during the New Year's Eve... Will the principal be anxious with him?

"This..." Zhan Gui hesitated for a moment, seemed to want to say something, then swallowed it back, just stood there with a helpless smile on his face.

"...If he can come, I don't lack a pair of chopsticks here," Zhang Fei thought for a while, then added seriously, "But if the principal gets angry, I don't take any responsibility."

The two put the table in a suitable place, and Zhang Fei started to rummage through boxes and cabinets. After a long time, he finally dragged out a box. While dragging, he rang the clock by mistake: "Xiao Fei, come and help!"

Zhong Cuo had just finished his work and was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Hearing this, he went over to look at it, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Hotpot," Zhang Fei tapped the lid of the hotpot in his hand, and it made a loud noise, "This is a family heirloom of our family~"

Heirlooms... that's it?

Zhong Cuo twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned his head subconsciously—he didn't want to admit that this thing was his "family heirloom"...

To say that this hot pot does have a certain origin, it was passed down from the generation of Zhang Fei’s great-grandfather—his great-great-grandfather was an ignorant gangster. Copper hot pot.It was also because he was ignorant that he actually regarded the brass as real gold, and secretly hid it with great importance, and handed it to his son, who passed it on to his son, and finally fell into Zhang Fei's hands.

Of course he won't be as stupid as his great-grandfather, but this hot pot is really extraordinary, it will be a hundred years younger next year, but it's still shiny and rust-free.What's even more ridiculous is that the bottom of the hot pot needs to be seasoned to bring out the flavor, but this pot doesn't need it. It can also be boiled with fresh water, and it doesn't need to be dipped in the meat. It's delicious when eaten empty.

Zhang Fei ostentatiously talked about the benefits of hot pot, and Zhong Cuo said coldly: "Even if it really smells like the bottom of the pot because it has been cooked for 100 years, are you sure the bottom of the pot 100 years ago can still be eaten?"

"...you have to believe in miracles." Zhang Fei said seriously.

Not to mention Zhang Fei's bragging effect, this hot pot is indeed full of weight, and it occupies the middle of the Eight Immortals table after it is served.After putting the hot pot away, Zhong Cuo stared at the human face reflected on the brass, a little lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Suddenly there was more weight on my body, "Eat more meat and grow faster, if you can eat this pot, maybe you can grow a few centimeters~"

"..." Someone who cared about height since the playground incident gave his priest a hard look, "I'm thinking how many people will come tonight."

"I, you, Zhan Gui, and longevity are coming too," Zhang Fei snapped his fingers, "Anything else..."

"next door?"

"My son is so sweet."

"Ask for trouble." Zhong Cuo said, "Are you sure he will come?"

"Anyway, there's a lot of meat prepared tonight, so the hot pot will be lively if there are more people eating it, right?"

"Meow~"

"Monk, don't make trouble."

Song Guimu's home was no different from usual. Blank talisman paper cinnabar and other messy materials were thrown all over the house, and clothes were scattered everywhere, which well showed the decadence of a single man... no, a teenager.

He himself was lying on the bed, posing in a corpse-like pose, and the monk was squatting beside him, plucking his ears with his paws.

Song Guimu turned over: "Hungry? I remember there are quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator, you know how to use a microwave..."

"Meow." The monk flicked his tail, just right on Song Guimu's ear.

"Don't pick, I eat the same food as you, okay..." Song Guimu half-raised his body, "It's not easy to order dinner at this time, and I forgot to make an appointment in advance, even the downstairs is closed... Make do with it, huh?"

Before the monk could answer, the doorbell rang.

"... who?" Usually very few people come to this place, and his customers usually call him and knock on the door... It seems that only the courier and the next door.

He jumped out of bed, walked to the door with his slippers on, and glanced at it—as expected.

"Is something wrong?"

"Are there any plans for the evening?" Zhang Fei smiled like a teacher, "If not, would you like to come to my house to eat hot pot?"

Song Guimu lowered his eyes: "Are you sure you want to invite me?"

"I've prepared too much. If I don't finish eating, my refrigerator won't fit." Zhang Fei compared his door, "Just a child, a zombie, and me, eating hot pot isn't a big deal, is it? "

"……All right."

"Meow~" Compared with a dishonest person, the monk's performance was much more active. It jumped decisively from Song Guimu's shoulder to Zhang Fei's, looking like a dog leg if it has meat.

"Monk!" Song Guimu Qingjin said, "If I remember correctly, you should be a vegetarian!"

"Meow." Tail covered ears, I couldn't hear...

"I've also prepared a lot of green vegetables, all in five colors."

"Meow~"

"Monk, you traitor..."

It’s not Zhang Fei’s big talk that he has all kinds of colors. He prepared carefully for this hot pot all morning. He piled up the plates and bowls, and filled a table of eight immortals—red and white, beef and mutton piled up like hills. , green, oily, crispy and raw, are all kinds of vegetables.Light mushrooms are prepared from oyster mushrooms to golden needles. The tender tofu is cut into regular cubes, and the translucent vermicelli is placed in bunches on the plate. At a glance, the entire Eight Immortals Table has become a temple of hot pot. Baoxiang solemnly exudes the golden light of appetite.

When Song Guimu entered the door, he was busy arguing with the monk, and when he saw the table of the eight immortals, he made up his mind