He in the Legend of the Three Realms

The guy felt guilty again, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

Standing up and patting the dust, I paused suddenly, and I asked him in a daze, "Who did you just say wanted to see me?"

He frowned impatiently, "Master wants to see you, hurry up."

People come back, don't go to see his group of good disciples, why did you summon me? Could it be that Lu Qiqi went to his old man and said something nice, which made him interested in me, and wanted to see how long the legendary business genius has grown up? How many arms?

No no, even if Lu Qiqi has nothing to do all day long, he won't remember to mention me when he is in a hurry. It must be because I think too much.

I wondered and followed Huangfu Zhuri.

The summoning was too sudden, without any preparation, how about going to see the old man empty-handed, you won't be disgusted, right?

Wait, the style of painting suddenly feels weird. I guess I should visit him as a handyman, and it’s not that the new son-in-law came to see his father-in-law. Why did he bring a gift?

That's right, at this time, I must straighten my back, let him know that I am not a soft persimmon to be manipulated by others, and I must not show my timidity to be underestimated by him.

Although Zhu Sheng is just a loose fairy, people who can ascend to immortality are not simple people.

Judging from the disciples that Mo Sheng accepted.

The original owner Wei Shengling and Lan Xie came from the fairy world, Xuanli was born in the royal family of the South China Sea, Ah Cha Wang was a descendant of the Lord of the Ghost Realm, and Lu Qiqi later became the Demon Lord based on his strength... These apprentices should not be underestimated. It is enough to show that the swabs who can cultivate them will never be small people.

It's a pity that I have collected too little information about Mo Sheng, so I can't accurately judge his character.

From the current point of view, there is generally no need to judge. Staying in other people's territory, life and death are controlled by others, and the swab is so powerful. If he wants to deal with me, it is not something that can be done with one finger .

just now...

I opened my mouth and gasped, my mouth was so dry and uncomfortable, I really wanted to drink a glass of ice water.

It's a snowy day, why do I feel so hot, I really want to take off my clothes to dissipate the heat from my body.

The further I walked, the more I felt like a heat wave was coming, and I even had hallucinations. In the hallucinations, my sense of smell and hearing became particularly strange.

I seem to hear the sound of 'sizzling' and smell the smell of charcoal barbecue.

I asked Huangfu Zhuri, who was also sweating, "Did everyone agree to burn charcoal together today? The temperature is so hot, they are not afraid of fainting from the heat, and besides, burning coal with the door closed is easy to get poisoned."

Huangfu said day by day, "There is no fire, but the master is roasting meat inside the house."

Chapter 118

◎Can anyone think of people who are immortal and daoqi get involved with greasy things?

I don't understand why he can barbecue, and I don't understand why he cooks the whole thing...◎

Can anyone think of a person with a fairy air and dao spirit getting involved with greasy things?

I don't understand why he can barbecue, let alone why his barbecue makes the whole place so hot.

Even the ventilated corridors on both sides are now like a big steamer, and the continuously gathering white mist is suffocating water vapor.

I'm about to be cooked!

I waved my hands up and down to continuously create cold wind, but the wind on my skin was still hot.

"Don't you stop him and let him come here?"

"I stopped them, but he kicked them out and scolded them as unfilial disciples. Lu Qiqi even had a big fight with him. She couldn't take it anymore and went to the hot springs in the back mountain."

Let me go, there is no difference, just change the place to absorb heat.

Unexpectedly, while the childlike innocence of Mosheng Sanren is still intact, he is still a stubborn old man.

I don't even think about how dangerous it is to light a fire in the house by myself. Do you have any safety awareness? If the house is set on fire, so many people will form a group to squat in a ruined temple and drink the northwest wind? !

"It's rare for the master to come back. As long as the house is not burned down, we will turn a blind eye."

"..." It's easy to spoil people if this goes on.

After a few seconds, the sound of sparks splashing at the front corner became more and more obvious, like the sound of dry coals exploding, I frowned, always feeling that something would happen in the next second.

Sure enough, with a loud explosion, the roof was overturned by the heat wave, flew into the air, and then quickly fell to the ground.

I couldn't dodge it, but luckily Huangfu rescued me in time, otherwise the scattered bricks, tiles and wood would bury me underneath.

Collapsed houses happen every year, especially this year.

Huangfu looked calm day by day, as if he had expected this scene to happen.He stepped on the broken tiles on the ground, walked over calmly, and said to me: "The cost of repairing the roof will be charged to your account."

My shoulders slumped.

The goodwill for the bad old man who likes to blow up houses is gone.

A man rushed out of the billowing smoke, leaned on the pillar, bent down and coughed several times, his body kept shaking, and the cough became louder and louder, I was really worried that he had coughed out his lungs.

I only heard Huangfu calling him day by day: "Master, I brought the man here."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party's reaction, I acted like a robot who didn't feel anything, and walked away with a cold face, leaving me in a mess facing a house of debris and an...uncle.

Well, the other party is younger than I expected.

It's not an old man, but a middle-aged uncle.

With messy curly hair on the sideburns, and a face blackened by soot, from a distance, I have nothing to do with immortality.

He stared at me several times.

At the same time, I was also looking at him. The brown gown he was wearing had several holes, and there were scorched marks all around the big holes. The gown style is not so rare and precious, but it is a low-end version in the world of cultivating immortals, low-key luxury, It's just that people who wear it don't always know how to cherish it.

After watching for a few seconds, my eyes lit up, as if I had become a big fat sheep in his eyes.

My face was tense so as not to let the expression betray me, my temples were throbbing, and I always felt that the direction of the plot was a bit wrong.

Generally, there should be important things to talk about when summoned by experts from outside the world.

But from the thrilling opening, to the wreckage, and this scruffy weirdo in front of him, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like I'm here to talk about serious things.

Unexpectedly, my conjecture was soon verified.

"The villain is here, come here quickly, let uncle take a good look at you."

It's really weird!

The words are so wretched, and even the smile has become wretched!

Who else is a villain? !

"Master, the villain...are you calling me? I have no grievances with you, why do you call me like that?"

His brows sank, and he raised his chin and asked, "Huh? Isn't your name Dagong? I want to call you 'little man' to be kinder, but it's a bit swearing. Why don't I call you 'Xiao Da' or 'Little Man'?" Xiaogong'?"

It's all terrible!

How did he manage to go with the flow and call the exit?

I lowered my eyebrows and said, "You can call me Xiaoyi."

"There is zero to have one."

He suddenly said such a sentence, and my heart shrank after hearing it, thinking he saw something, but seeing that his eyes did not change, I should be too nervous.

Before I could smile, the second explosion blew out first, and a huge flame rushed out of the door. The flames brushed my face, and the hair behind me floated in the heat wave.

Then the entire yard and house shook, and the back mountain was also affected. The precarious rocks on the mountainside began to collapse and swept down.

I teleported over to open the protective shield and block the falling rocks for us.

There were a few sounds of panic outside the yard at first, but soon the busy people passing by quickly reacted and opened their protective shields to protect themselves.

After the stone fell, everyone continued to do what they should do as if nothing happened.

They all knew who the culprit of the turmoil was, so they didn't blame them and pretended not to know. They just unanimously decided to avoid this dangerous courtyard today.

He said with a nervous look: "Do you need to make a fuss about a little thing? Sigh, I haven't seen you for a year, and everyone's sense of crisis is even weaker."

"Is this the time to test crisis awareness? If everyone hadn't reacted quickly, they would have been smashed into meatloaf by now! Don't be dazed, put out the fire quickly!" I couldn't bear it anymore. The knuckles of his fingers are itching, so I really want to go and pluck his beard!

"Oh, young man, don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu when you're impatient." He walked slowly to the door of the room where the fire was shining, and waved his sleeves inside, the flames subsided, and all the damaged objects in the room returned to their original state.

Everything looked clean and new, with no signs of fire.

He stepped over the threshold, "Okay, you can come in."

I walked in full of doubts, and the reception room was quite normal, except that the subway shelves scattered behind the curtain on the left were somehow familiar.

"So it's really barbecue." I felt tired and didn't love it anymore.

Wiping the voice: "Xiaoqi brought some barbecue back from your shop, I thought it was delicious, so I made it myself, but no matter how you bake it, it doesn't taste as good as yours, so you can help me to taste which link is wrong. "

Looking at the 'black charcoal' on the fork of his knife, there was a drop of oil dripping with black impurities. I didn't smell the smell of meat, but I could smell a bitter and nauseating smell.

For the sake of my weak stomach, I quickly refused: "No need, I don't need to try this kind of problem, I just need to take a look."

"So powerful?" He didn't seem to believe it.

I rolled up my sleeves, "Master, stand aside and watch me make my pork belly with honey sauce."

Glancing over the shelf, I found that the condiments were complete, and there was enough coal in the iron basin on the ground. I neatly rebuilt the iron shelf, put a few pieces of coal into the slot, lit the fire, and put them one by one on the plate. Sprinkle seasoning on the evenly fat pork belly