"and then?"
"Gone."
No matter how many plots Tang Yinao added, he never expected Ji Wuhui to say such a thing.
For a while, all the words choked on the bronchus.
I can't vomit it out, I can't swallow, I just feel extrely uncomfortable.
Why is it gone?
The next thing I should say should not be that the protagonist's character suddenly broke out, and the grandfather fell from the sky.
He grabbed the protagonist's shoulder and laughed heartily.
"Young man, I think you are a rare martial arts prodigy in a century. You have a unique foundation. The old man has been looking for a successor for a long ti. I don't know what you think?"
This is the normal progression of the plot.
"Nothing?" Tang Yi couldn't help asking.
"It's gone." Ji Wuhui nodded and put the cup down. "The boss will stop here."
Why doesn't he want to know the next plot?
But the boss doesn't say anything, what can they do with custors?
Give warmth to the boss?
Anyway, the boss is in the store, and it takes two steps to send warmth, right?
Of course, at most, I just think about it in my mind.
No one has the guts to do this.
At most, people familiar with Luochuan made a joke on this topic.
Tang Yi suddenly understood.
It turns out that the pot is on the boss.
The resentnt in his heart now dissipated a lot, and he was used to it.
When the boss acts, why explain it to others.
"It's too early, it's almost noon." Ji Wuhui got up, "Let's go, go to Yuangui's shop for lunch, and then talk about Lei Jie."
"Yes." Tang Yi nodded in response.
It is not so difficult for him to reduce his breath a little and delay the arrival of thunder tribulation.
At the sa ti, he was also a little curious: "Is that the shop opened by the God of Cooking? The one on the side of the alley?"
Naturally, it was impossible not to notice the Yuangui shop next to Origin Mall.
According to the current developnt of Jiuyao City, the lot of Yuangui Xiaodian is absolutely gold, no, the diamond lot is the kind that can't be bought with money.
Of course, no one would dare to say anything about it.
No one dared to whisper the Venerable Pinnacle behind his back.
If you really do this, it is really too long.
Ji Wuhui nodded, and at the sa ti added: "By the way, you can change your na to Boss Yuan."
"Huh?" Tang Yi didn't quite understand what Ji Wuhui ant.
"It's the na of the God of Cooking. Boss Yuan doesn't like other people calling him that way." Bai Lao explained to the side.
"Why?" Tang Yi looked puzzled.
God of Cooking!
And it is recognized by many strong people, how loud this na is.
How can I just don't do it?
Do the strong do whatever they want?
"What do you say?" Ji Wuhui cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "I am called the God of Cooking, but there are people with better cooking skills around . What do you think?"
Tang Yi didn't understand Ji Wuhui's aning for a while.
It is more powerful than the cooking skills of God of Cooking, and is right beside him?
Is there really such a person?
Wait, it seems to be there.
The na of Yao Ziyan suddenly appeared in Tang Yi's mind.
Tang Yi naturally had a very accurate understanding of her abilities, after all, she had eaten several tis in Xuefeng Pavilion.
I can't say Ceng, after all, he is also a mber of the filming team.
Isn't it reasonable to participate in a dinner party?
At the sa ti, Tang Yi also had a very clear understanding of Yao Ziyan's cooking skills.
Completely out of the normal category.
In fact, compared to the **** of fate, Tang Yi felt that the **** of cooking might be more appropriate.
Thinking about it this way, Yuan Gui's idea is not difficult to understand.
There is a person who is better than his own cooking skills. If he claims to be the God of Cooking, he will definitely have a face-slapped feeling.
wrong.
Yuan Gui seems to have never called himself a God of Cooking, this na was given by soone else.
"Okay, let's go." Ji Wuhui got up and put the cup in the recycling facility at the sa ti.
"The things in the owner's shop are indeed convenient." Tang Yi couldn't help but sigh.
Such an intelligent device, even in the fantasy world of Tianlan Continent, would have a little impact on the cultivator.
After all, the intelligence here is achieved through formations.
As for Origin Mall...
It's the kind that doesn't understand it at all, let alone the formation, it doesn't even have spiritual power.
It's more like a rule-level setting.
Beco a world of its own.
Tang Yi thinks that maybe this is the essence of Origin Mall, of course, this is just his unfounded speculation.
...
The weather is clear, cloudless, and breeze.
Bu Lige sat on the rock.
Looking blankly at the magic circle engraved on the ground in front of him, a sigh was heard from ti to ti.
All morning, all morning!
Do you know how I ca here this morning!
He stretched out his hand and took it out of his personal space. When he took it back, there was already an extra apple in his hand.
Click!
After taking a bite, the juice of the pulp blood in the mouth, sweet and delicious.
Bu Lige didn't want to taste this.
Now he has only one idea in his mind-learn a fart!
Isn't it just an elental magic circle? Isn't his undead magic circle better than this?
Why should I learn this stuff?
Ripples in the space, the poetic figure of Bu appeared out of thin air, and then cast his gaze towards Bu Lige.
"Step away from the song."
"What are you doing?"
"How are you learning."
"It's almost there." Bu Lige replied lazily.
"Didn't you say that you can't learn it?" Bu laughed poetically.
Bu Lige pointed to himself: "I'm a genius. Learning a magic circle is not easy."
"Yes, you are a genius." Bu nodded poetically, "The shop is almost over, it's ti to leave."
"Why did you go?"
"Shopping?"
"A whole morning?"
"of course."
Step Lige kept his lips secretly, went shopping by himself, and let him learn this magical magic circle here.
Is there such a sister?
Seeing Bu's poetic preparation to leave, Bu Lige suddenly couldn't help it: "Eh, wait."
"What's wrong?" Bu asked poetically impatiently.
"Well, don't you check it?" Bu Lige pointed to the magic circle.
After all, he spent the whole morning, and if he left like this, he would feel that sothing was missing.
Bu Shiyi slightly helplessly sighed.
"I'm just talking about it casually, and I won't really go to my father for this trivial matter. He is very busy on weekdays."
Are you busy coming to Origin Mall to play a glorious match with your subordinates?
This step Lige just thought about it in his heart, and didn't dare to say it.
"You stand there and don't move." Bu Lige thought of revenge in his heart.
"Huh? What do you want to do?" Bu raised his eyebrows poetically.
Step Lige smiled, magic power surged in his palm, then squatted down and slapped his palm on the ground.
With the infusion of the green magic power, the magic circle started to run, and it even brought out waves of howling wind!
I like fantasy: the god-level store manager please collect it: (mtlnovel)
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