As soon as the little old man left, Mo Hongxian and a group of people rushed in through the open door. Seeing that Jiang Xingchen was fine, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their high-hanging hearts were relieved.
The little girl cried and threw herself into his arms. She was frightened when she heard her brother's cry just now. She was even more frightened than when her brother was seriously injured and fell into coma after taking fake medicine. She still hasn't recovered yet.
Mo Hongxian and Zhao Danqing immediately asked about the reason. Of course Jiang Xingchen lied to hide it and only said that there was a thief stealing food. When the little old man mentioned Tang Chuxue, he already understood what was going on.
However, Mo Hongxian and Zhao Danqing did not give up there. The thief's movements were too fast. They ran towards him when they heard the sound, but they didn't even see his shadow. He was obviously a master! Not to mention
, they all know that Jiang Xingchen will attract the attention of Xuanyuan Tianzong sooner or later if the Seventh Legion is victorious.
Therefore, no one dared to take it lightly. Jiang Xingchen was now the core of all of them, and nothing could happen to him. Zhao Danqing said, "I'll go find my mother," and ran out.
Jiang Xingchen wanted to tell him that there was no need to trouble your mother, but he couldn't say that now, otherwise the lie would be exposed.
In less than half a month, nearly a hundred security team members surrounded Jiang Xingchen's house, and the surrounding residents also came out. Jiang Xingchen's voice just now was so loud that many people could hear it clearly!
When he saw Zhao Danqing's mother, Jiang Xingchen felt a little nervous. She was 1.8 meters tall, with big shoulders and a round waist. Her arms were as thick as her own thighs. Her eyebrows were as heavy as ink, her eyes were gleaming, and her cheeks were still...
Each one had a trace of flesh hanging on it, looking like a typical tigress. Compared with it, Mo Hongxian was like a kitten. Only then did he finally know whose genes Zhao Danqing had inherited.
"Auntie! Hello!" When Jiang Xingchen greeted him, his voice was much softer than usual, and he spoke softly.
"Boy! You are very good. If you have any difficulties in Hongyuan City in the future, come to me directly! Anyone who dares to mess with you will be beaten by me!" Zhao Danqing's mother looked at Jiang Xingchen and clapped her with her big hand like a cattail leaf fan.
Pat him on the shoulder.
This tone, this tone, these words... Zhao Danqing on the side felt his lips twitch, and a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face.
"Hiss!" Jiang Xingchen grinned after being photographed, and cursed in his mind: "Do all men like to photograph people? Mo Hongxian is like this, and so is Zhao Danqing's mother."
Immediately, he came up with another absurd thought: "How can Uncle Xiang bear it? Their normal night life..."
Jiang Xingchen quickly shook his head and threw away this unhealthy thought. Jiang Xingchen bowed and said, "Wouldn't this trouble Auntie today?"
"Well! Let me take a look first!" Zhao Danqing's mother entered the kitchen, and several torches illuminated the kitchen like daylight.
Soon, Zhao Danqing's mother noticed something strange in the corner inside. She walked over and observed it for a while, her expression gradually became solemn.
"This person's cultivation level is indeed very high. I'm afraid he's not inferior to me. At least he's in the Qi Condensation realm!"
Zhao Danqing grinned when he heard this and said in surprise: "No, is this person so powerful?"
"Look, this wall was scratched off by someone! Moreover, his whole finger was inserted into the blue brick, and he grabbed a large piece, and it was crushed into powder... It's just a little strange. This man is okay.
What are you doing scratching the wall and grabbing the bricks?"
Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice, and thought to himself: "I was burned. I was so stimulated and couldn't vent it. It's strange that I didn't scratch the wall..."
However, he was secretly stunned. In the past month or so, he had only seen Zhao Zixiang and his second brother show their kung fu! Less than a month after the wound on Zhao Zixiang's arm was sutured, he casually crushed the teacup, even though the teacup was made of pottery.
Yes, but also quite hard.
The second brother's head was always smashed by Mo Hongxian, but the wine glasses were broken one after another, but nothing happened to his head.
Now this one was even more outrageous, directly inserting his finger into the brick. Moreover, in his feeling, it seemed that the little old man was stronger than Zhao Danqing's mother said.
After checking, Zhao Danqing's mother finally concluded that the other party had no ill intentions and was probably just for food. Otherwise, with the other party's strength, there would be no need to escape. There were not enough people in the yard that he could kill with one hand.
Although it was determined that there was no danger, now that Mr. Hou valued Jiang Xingchen too much, and Zhao Family Pharmaceutical was also his partner, Zhao Danqing's mother still left more than thirty team members to guard outside. This made the surrounding neighbors speculate.
"What's the background of this new mover? He's very corrupt. Just because there was a thief, the security team kept a vigil at his house!"
"I have to establish a good relationship with his family in the future..."
It was getting dark, everyone said goodbye and left. Jiang Xingchen turned off the lights and lay on the bed. The little girl kept clutching her heart and curled up in his arms when she fell asleep!
Gently patting Mei'er's back, Jiang Xingchen recalled the content of Tang Chuxue's letter and couldn't help but laugh: "Guard, super expert... He seems to like eating very much, and he is very concerned about face. He must be of high status for such a high cultivator.
Why, at least he has the identity of a marquis... How can I tie him to my side... I need to save face, haha..."
At the same time, in the Seventh Army branch, the little old man opened his mouth and was thinking: "How can I convince this kid and make him willing to cook for me in the future..."
"Force... no, Chuxue girl said, this guy is very proud at heart! If you give me someone who would rather die than surrender, there will be no fun!"
"Use your status to suppress him...forget it, when he was still the lowest noble, he dared to negotiate terms with Chuxue girl!"
"Inducement and inducement... will not work. This guy is a genius. He has made several great contributions in more than 20 days. Even the victory of the Seventh Army was all because of him! Moreover, the laws of the empire cannot be abolished, so there is no way I can help him."
too much!"
"It's over, there's no way I can hold this kid, and he's holding the handle... Hey, I seem to be drooling!"
The little old man hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe it, but found that there was nothing there. He couldn't help but feel more annoyed: "This soul, why did you get so much pepper oil for nothing... and that thing that makes people cry..."
At this time, a young officer came to him and said softly: "Old man, the lady has sent a level four monster poisonous mink. She said it was a drum reward for Jiang Xingchen, so you can send it to..."
After pondering for a while, the young officer added: "The young lady also said that it depends on you whether you can get the meat of monster beasts!"
"Ah! This kid can still handle monsters... It's over, he's going to catch him now..." The little old man shouted in frustration, while the young officer had already stayed away with a fearful expression.
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Early the next morning, snowflakes started to fall in the sky again. The little old man walked out of the 7th Army branch with a bag in his hands and a frustrated look. He didn't think of any way to counter Jiang Xingchen all night. Although he didn't want to see it again.
That hateful boy, but thinking about what happened after the news of being caught as a thief last night reached the imperial capital, and the boy's superb cooking skills, he finally went to Jiang Xingchen's house with extremely conflicting feelings.
Arriving at the door of Jiang Xingchen's house, the little old man just knocked on the door twice and Jiang Xingchen came out with a smile on his face.
For some reason, although Jiang Xingchen smiled sincerely, the little old man always felt a little sinister and wanted to kick him hard.
Similarly, when he saw the little old man again, Jiang Xingchen couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He was so burned last night that his lips looked like sausages, but now he was completely fine.
"As expected, he is a super master. His resilience is too strong!" Jiang Xingchen sighed, and immediately smiled again: "I wonder what you call the old man?"
"Hmph!" The little old man puffed up his chest, and a mountain-like momentum spurted out. He raised his chin and said calmly: "There is no need to ask for your name. From now on, just call me ancestor!"
As he spoke, the little old man thought to himself: "First of all, I'll suppress you in terms of momentum. At least let you have the idea not to be rude to the master!"
"Ancestor! This name is really special... Okay, ancestor, I'll bother you later, please come in!" Jiang Xingchen bowed slightly, turned around and walked into the house.
"Hehe! It works! I, a super master at the sixth level of the vitality realm, can't resist the momentum released by a young boy like you..." The little old man's mood improved, the corners of his mouth raised, and he began to think in his heart,
How could this boy prepare himself as a monster to serve him?
"Squeak!" The bedroom door opened, and as soon as the little old man followed Jiang Xingchen into the room, he saw a little girl sitting at the table, flipping through several pieces of white silk, and asked enthusiastically: "Brother! That thief
How did you feel after you entered the kitchen and choked on some mustard?"
"Hey!" The little old man shuddered, and his straight chest suddenly collapsed: "This kid really threatened me with this matter..."
However, the blow to the little old man was not over yet. When he lost his momentum, Meier continued: "Brother! If you tell this story in a restaurant, can it really attract diners... This portrait is so obscene, and diners can't see it
Will you really be interested?"
"Let's talk about it in the restaurant... Oh my God! This guy is so insidious... What, a portrait!" The little old man swooped over to Mei'er and immediately saw his own appearance on the white silk.
"Ah!" Mei'er was startled by the little old man, but the moment she saw him, the little girl burst into laughter. Isn't this the thief that her brother drew?
"That's why I didn't write the following story!" Jiang Xingchen ignored the little old man at all, walked to Mei'er, and said softly: "If the story is told in one go, it certainly won't attract the diners much! But if it is told separately, the diners will
Like you, I always want to know what happens next, so more and more people will come to the restaurant, and this story will spread more and more widely..."
"Hey, we are a city of gourmet food. There are so many people from all over the world. It won't be long before this story will spread even to the imperial capital..."
The muscles on the little old man's face kept twitching, and he wailed silently: "I owe you my mouth, just because you are greedy for stuttering... What kind of monster did Chuxue girl ask me to protect? It's too poisonous. You can think of such evil and smoking tricks."
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At this time, Jiang Xingchen asked again with a smile: "I don't know what to call the old man. Is it really called ancestor?"
The little old man was about to cry but had no tears, and his voice was choked with sobs: "Tang Tian!"