Chapter 245： Your Lao Tan Pickled Beef Noodles is online

Di Lei Zhenjun squinted his eyes narrowly, and the paper saw the expression of Fa Wang staring at the bed with an insidious expression: "Fawang, are you thinking of any rudeness and insignificance?"

"..." Thunder King.

Diorui Zhenjun: "Lingzhen's bed, I advise you not to think about it. A few years ago, I worked with Lingzhen to capture the murderous six-finger violin demon on the rivers and lakes, and brought this violin devil here. Let's live in the bedroom. Who knows that this guy couldn't resist the temptation of this bed and lay directly on the bed. "

The six finger demon?

On the ground, the man in Xianfu couldn't help sweating. This brutality was truly world-famous a few years ago, and even was once commented by foreign media as a monster head that would soon surpass Guapi.

However, in the end, the six-finger demon's ending was that he did not know why he was captured. Until now, he has been deprived of spiritual power and imprisoned in the holy prison. Details have not been announced.

The king swallowed: "What then?"

Di Lei Zhenjun sighed: "Since then, the six-finger demon reached out with five fingers ..."

Thunder King: "Zhenjun said, this Qin Demon's face is black?"

Di Lei Zhenjun shook his head: "No, that is literally."

"..." Fawang, the man of Xianfu.

"The six-finger demon proud of the six fingers, when lying on the bed of Lingzhen, was cut by the adult pillow fairy on the bed." Di Lei Zhenjun: "Master pillow fairy is also the brother It's so good, so outsiders want to lie on this bed, unless the real person agrees, otherwise the end will be terrible. "

The king felt a sudden cold sweat on his back, and took two steps back.

"In fact, you don't have to be so scared. If you accidentally get into a bed or something, Master Pilxian won't take you like that." Di Lei Zhenjun smiled and waved.

"Excuse me, how did Zhenjun do it?" Fa Wang expressed a curious expression.

"secret."

Dilei Zhenjun squinted and smiled.

One year of crisp noodles for another year of bed right ... such a cost-effective thing, he would never go out!

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The bedroom was silent, and the Xianfu man on the ground didn't mean to speak. But Dilei Zhenjun said before that he already thought of a way.

Therefore, only the Fa Wang was left alone to worry, Zhenjun liked to sell Guanzi, and his temperament has not changed since he first contacted.

About another quarter of an hour passed, Di Lei Zhenjun, who was holding Ge You's paralyzed posture, finally got up and looked out the window with a smile: "Here ..."

Then Di Lei Zhenjun quickly got up, and the white dress fluttered as he walked, considering that people who would visit would ring the doorbell, which would disturb these seniors in the villa.

Therefore, he went all the way downstairs and stood directly at the door of the Wang's cottage.

A moment later, an uncle who appeared to be in his early forties, came from a distance with a take-away bag. It was still the deep eye socket, still the long scar that stretched down from the position of the right eye to the neck.

"Oh, hello boss altar." Di Lei Zhenjun said hello from afar.

The boss of the altar came to him and saw a take-away person, he just drew his mouth and said, "Why are you?"

Eight hundred miles of takeaway, the batter has been lost ... if it had not been for ten bowls of noodles in this takeaway order, he would not have come!

The owner of the altar put the bag in the hands of Dilei Zhenjun: "Well, your ten bowls of old almond pickled beef noodles."

Di Lei Zhenjun took the bag, and still had a very sunny smile on his face: "Boss this late-night cafeteria, why did this point start to take out?"

"Business is bad." The boss of the altar spread his hands and said, "It's true that the store opens at night, but the time of day must be used reasonably. I think delivery is good."

"Oh."

Di Lei Zhenjun nodded: "In fact, this time, the boss of the altar was deliberately asked to take delivery, and there was something else."

The boss of the altar grinned immediately. In fact, at the moment of seeing Di Lei Zhenjun, the boss of the altar already felt it.

"Say, what are you looking for?"

The owner of the altar sighed and asked, "Last time I planted your hawthorn seeds?"

It shouldn't be true, he delivered it at the time ... and the story was true.

He has kept it so far. If he did n’t want to say goodbye to the past and reopen a new life, and if someone just wanted to investigate the identity of the stone ghost noodle maker, the altar boss felt that he would not hand over the seeds like that. Go out.

"No, it's not a problem with seeds." Di Lei Zhenjun shook his head with a smile and ran sideways to the door to open a position: "Please ask the boss of the altar to follow me up."

The owner of the altar stared at the door, his expression hesitating.

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To be honest, until seeing the altar boss, Dilei Zhenjun was still doubting the authenticity of his inference. But now, after seeing the altar boss in person, Diu Leijun can already confirm that the spiritual attributes of the altar boss are indeed very similar to the man inside the fairy house.

In addition, when I came to the restaurant to eat noodles, the altar boss personally advised himself to stay away from Xianfu. Dilei Zhenjun has reason to believe that there may be a connection between the man in the Xianfu and the altar owner.

The owner of the altar is very keen. He seems to have felt something. Although he is downstairs, his gaze is always looking at the direction of Wang Ling's bedroom on the second floor.

The afternoon light shone on the scar of the altar boss who looked like a story.

Di Lei Zhenjun remembers that the altar owner said that this was a chaotic battle when he escaped from the ancestral gate, accidentally fell and crashed just to hit the holy artifact in operation. This story sounds weird and somewhat dramatic, but the point is very very mysterious ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Di Lei Zhenjun has always felt that the story in this scar may not be as simple as it sounds.

The boss of the altar gazed upstairs, his eyes narrowed.

Over the years, he has been avoiding the past experience.

Sure enough, can't you escape ...

Hesitating for a long time, he waved his hand and looked at Diu Leijun: "Lead the way."

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When he entered the villa, Father Wang and Mother Wang were still washing dishes in the kitchen. Dilei Zhenjun went in and said hello that he had brought a friend to participate in the interrogation work. The old man was a very casual person, and he didn't ask much questions, so he agreed directly.

The owner of the altar stood outside the kitchen and was surprised when he saw the humility of Di Lei Zhenjun bowing and asking. I don't know why, he felt a feeling of being surrounded by big guys ...

After that, Diorui Zhenjun took the altar boss upstairs.

At the door of the bedroom, the boss of the altar raised his eyebrows with his hands on his back: "Is this right here?"

Di Lei Zhenjun said, "We have caught a man in Xianfu. Please ask the owner of the altar to help you, do you recognize it?"

The altar boss nodded silently.

Just entering the door, on the ground, the sturdy Xianfu man had already noticed a little, and he raised his head with some fear, just hitting the scar face of the altar boss.

The two looked at each other and fell into silence ...

After a while, the man with the fairy charm was so frightened that he was afraid to indent the corner directly: "Brother ... are you here?"

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ps: The design of the "Sheep" person of the tricycle mother has been published (follow the public account: Ku Xuanjun, reply to the keywords: sheep, tricycle, you can view), the teacher of "east" has already painted the design of Wang Ling and Jing Ke (Encyclopedias are currently established), painting skills are excellent ~