: 340. Maka

(Four more)
"Why...how could this be."
Looking at the Templar who had practiced the eight-door Dunjia and almost opened the four doors in front of him, Bishop Saras was a little flustered and a little confused.
The script should not be written like this!
After Bishop Saras's face changed slightly, he was finally a person who had seen the world. He quickly calmed down and came to the body of Duncan, a Templar in two and two steps. After sniffing the nose, it was long gone, and it seemed that it was not saved.
There was no trace of pity on the face of Platinum Bishop Saras, but directly stripped off the armor worn by the Templar.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s not a pervert, he just intends to take a look at why the Templar suddenly burst into his chest and died.
After removing the armor and top, what appeared in front of Platinum Bishop Saras was a devastated blood mouth. The breastbone and internal organs in the chest cavity were mixed together. It’s hard to tell what is causing all this.
After sighing, Bishop Salas of Platinum secretly said:
"It's a long way to go! It seems that this eight-door Dunjia stunt is strong, but at the same time the potential risks are also extremely high. If you practice rashly, I am afraid that it will end like him."
"If it looks like this, tomorrow at this time, we still have to continue into the dream world and continue to explore Yang Ming's details and experience about the eight-door Dunjia cultivation."
As the saying goes, the mattress wool is always cool, and the mattress is always cool.
Obviously, Bishop Salas, the platinum bishop, finally caught Yang Ming's sheep, so he would not easily let him go.
...
At the same time, the other side.
As the leader of the investigation team, Ning Fengzhi stayed in the morgue with a voter. From busy in the morning to late at night, he has been investigating the cause of Feng Xiaotian’s death and the potential murderer.
Ning Fengzhi looked at Feng Xiaotian lying in the coffin, his brows clenched in a Sichuan shape, and he looked sad.
Although Feng Xiaotian seems to be dead, Ning Fengzhi's intuition tells him that this matter is not as simple as it seems.
Ning Fengzhi would never have thought that Feng Xiaotian was in a fake death, and could only think hard about the real murderer and the murder clues behind it, but obviously, after a busy day, he didn’t have a busy one. result.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong walked in from the outside with a basket, smiling and saying:
"Dad, you worked hard, and I knew you would definitely work till late, and even dinner did not have time to eat, so I boiled it and made meals for you."
With that said, Ning Rongrong put down the basket and displayed the food from inside.
Pork ribs with garlic, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, cold loofah, carrot and egg soup are all very common dishes.
Ning Rongrong cleverly filled a full bowl of rice with tempting rice fragrance on it. At first glance, he knew that it was a fine food from Soto City. The ordinary people generally don’t want to eat it. They are generally nobles. Will carefully select such food.
"Eh, hey."
Ning Fengzhi took over the rice bowl, and the exhaustion on his face was swept away. At a glance, he could see the careful thoughts from the daughter at home, with a narrow path in his eyes:
"When was the little witch in our family so sensible, he would cook for Dad? I guess, is it for your little Langjun's thing?"
Like any daughter, there is a father.
Ning Rongrong was embarrassed by his dad, a shy and boring red appeared on his face, and said with carelessness:
"Dad, look what you said, can't it be that others are sensible now, have you learned to honor your elderly?"
"If it is true, then Dad will have to be touched." Ning Feng made a surprise, saying: "Let Dad try it first, you can make good food."
Before the words fell, he had already picked a garlic-filled pork rib and threw it into his mouth, chewing a little.
Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with the look of expectation, and saw that from the beginning he was careless and his face began to change gradually, just like the Sichuan opera changed his face, from red to purple.
The ribs are fresh ribs, but the problem is that Ning Rongrong used to be the first lady in the past and never cooked. Today, she is still cooking for the first time, and you can imagine how it will taste.
Ning Fengzhi took a bite and only felt that he ate not ribs, but an entire sea. The salty taste simply broke through the sky, and the salty bitter kind.
He twitched his lips and meditation:
"This is biological, this is biological, this is biological..."
Immediately, Ning Feng caused a salty taste with a mouthful of salt and smiled bitterly:
"Rong Rong, how much salt did you put in the end?"
Ning Rongrong seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, his head hanging down, and gestured with the palm of his right hand, whispering:
"that is all."
Ning Feng caused a stiff face. Does her daughter mean that she put a slap of salt?
Oh my God!
Ning Fengzhi felt his tongue bitter for a while, and simply picked up the bowl of carrot and egg soup, intending to moisten his throat and relieve thirst by the way.
But when the soup drank into his mouth, Ning Fengzhi found that he was wrong, and that he was very wrong.
What is this soup?
Why is it so sweet?
I don't need to ask this time to know that my daughter must have used sugar as salt and put more...
Ning Feng quietly put down the tableware, he swears that he would rather starve to death, jump from here, and will never eat his daughter's food again!
"Dad." Ning Rongrong was like a child who did something wrong, and cautiously said, "I can cook well?"
Ning Feng caused convulsions in her heart, but then thought about it, this is the first time that her daughter has prepared meals for herself, and she can not suppress the enthusiasm of the child, which will only make her feel frustrated.
Okay~EbookFREE.me~ Actually, Ning Fengzhi is just making excuses for petting his daughter.
"Very... delicious!"
Ning Feng confuses his conscience, so he said.
"Really?" The worry on Ning Rongrong's face was wiped out, and he was pleasantly surprised: "Dad, is the food I made really delicious?"
"Really!" Ning Feng nodded to twelve points.
"Now that's the case." Ning Rongrong picked up the meal and sent it to Ning Fengzhi's mouth, with a sincere smile on his face, but Ning Fengzhi's napping at the moment was like a witch's smile, saying: "Dad, if you like it, you have more Eat something."
Ning Feng would like to slap himself, look at what you just said!
However, Ning Rongrong's repeated enthusiasm for feeding, Ning Feng forced to endure tears, and ate up the meals delivered by her daughter one by one.
After it was over, Ning Fengzhi had to ignore his conscience, saying:
"True fragrance!"