"Then I'll have to thank my father-in-law." Yin Chengyue waved goodbye.

"Don't dare." Tang Bide also got into the carriage, and soon the carriage dragged him and disappeared into the forest.

"Master, is it not right for you to make a private decision for Miss Qingxia like this? What's more, she already has someone she loves." As soon as the Tang family's motorcade left, a butler-like servant beside Yin Chengyue whispered.

"Mr. Fang, I know you brought up Qingxia, but she is from my Yin family, so she naturally has the interests of my Yin family in mind." Yin Chengyue glanced at the man in military uniform beside her.

"What's more, what's good about that Lin Qing? He's glib. Besides being able to deceive little girls, if he hadn't seen that he was beneficial to Qingxia's practice of the Twin Art, I would have banned him from entering my Yin family.

, He still wants to kick his nose in the face?" Yin Chengyue became more and more angry as he spoke.

"I have given up. This matter is not allowed to be mentioned again." Yin Chengyue said coldly.

"No." Manager Fang saw that Yin Chengyue was unable to make any progress, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

But he smiled bitterly in his heart, because Yin Qingxia and Lin Qing had secretly gone to Tianshan Sect to become disciples without telling her.

But if Yin Qingxia can really return from the Tianshan Sect, she will probably be able to control her own destiny, right?

By then, even if there is no need to marry into the Tang family, the Yin family will regain its former glory.

Falling Dragon City, Yunlong Inn. (For the sake of language unification, this article is all expressed in Chinese characters)

"Bayar, do you think it's really worth it for us to come all the way from the desert to this day?" A man shaved his beard until it turned blue, wearing wide straight shorts and a dark yellow leather coat made of animal velvet.

, looks about thirty years old.

His is a lower immortal, which is quite impressive if you look at the entire Falling Dragon City.

"Lang Mo, what do you know? The barrier of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has been lost. Even if it is not for money, shouldn't we do it for the common people in the world? Don't forget what Grandpa Hamid said before his death. If it weren't for Grandpa Hamid,

Whether you can survive until now is a question." The man named Bayar is a dark-faced man with a short beard, elbow-length sleeves, and a black collarless waistcoat with straight rows of shiny buttons.

, looks particularly eye-catching.

His strength turned out to be that of a Golden Immortal.

"Of course I remember what Grandpa Hamid said. It's just that our strength is so low. Looking at the entire Daxia Dynasty, there are so many people like us. What can we do? We are not as happy as herding cattle and sheep on the grassland."

Lang Mo took a sip of tea.

"You can't say that. Ability may be great or small, but everyone needs to shoulder the responsibility. We are immortal cultivators, and we have to think about everyone. Without the protection of Tiandu City, all the cattle on our grassland may be destroyed.

If people take it away, then who will plow the fields and how will they graze?" There were three of them sitting around a table, and there was a girl with dozens of dreadlocks. Her dark skin made her look a little older.

, in fact, she was only twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the clothes she wore were nothing special except that they were more eye-catching than them.

She is also a descendant.

"Saren is right, maybe we can kill two monsters and make a leather coat for your Ama!" Bayar said with a smile, and his silver teeth looked particularly dazzling.

"Hey, gentlemen, your eight-treasure steamed duck is here." While they were chatting animatedly, a waiter in shorts came over holding a tan steamer.

He gently placed the steamer basket on the table.

"This is our restaurant's signature. It must be eaten while it's hot. Please use it with caution." The waiter bowed and left.

"Kill the monster, it's better if she doesn't become speechless when she sees the monster." Lang Mo shook his head and reached out to open the steamer on the Babao Duck.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Do you think I am the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" Saren frowned and looked at Lang Mo angrily.

Only to find that his face had changed color.

"What's wrong?" Bayar could also see Lang Mo frowning slightly.

"You also said you want to protect the Xia people. Look what they did. This duck is missing a leg and they dare to use it to fool us. It's clear that they are bullying us desert people!" Lang Mo said angrily.

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"Is there a leg missing?" Saren and Bayar looked at the steamer at the same time. The duck was golden and rich in color. It looked delicious, but the only shortcoming was that it only had one leg, or a whole leg.

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"I'm really missing a leg." Saren whispered.

"You couldn't have eaten it secretly just now, right?" Bayar didn't believe it. He raised his head and looked at Lang Mo.

"How is that possible? Why do you think I framed them?" Lang Mo became even more angry when he saw that he had been wronged by Bayar.

"That's really weird. Could it be that the duck in Daxia only has one leg?" Bayar thought while stroking his stubble.

Lang Mo stopped talking, he didn't want to argue anymore.

"How about we wait until the next dish is served!" Saren suggested.

"Oh, my dear guests, this dish is also our restaurant's signature dish, Sichuan-flavored Chicken." While the three of them were sulking secretly, the waiter came over again carrying a plate.

He held up a steaming bowl with a smile on his face.

"Do we have to put this chicken together?" Saren looked at the large bowl of chicken cut into pieces and swallowed.

"Fight, of course I have to fight for it. I will find evidence today that they are cheating on ingredients." Lang Mo was very angry. He waved his hand and all the chicken on the plate flew out and danced in the sky.

Fortunately, there were not many people in the hall, and they were sitting in a relatively remote location, so no one noticed that they were doing something strange.

"Hey, come on, apprentice, let me try it for you. The eight-treasure duck from Yunlong Inn is the most delicious." Qi Gong climbed up from the chimney, and there wasn't even a trace of dust on his body.

He handed Luo Qingshui a tender yellow duck leg.

"Thank you, Master!" Luo Qingshui was very happy. He took the duck leg and opened his mouth to take a bite. After taking this bite, Luo Qingshui's eyes widened.

"Wow, Master Qi, this eight-treasure duck is so delicious!" Her lips were oily, and she excitedly raised the duck leg in her hand and rushed to hug Qi Gong.

"Let me tell you, his Babao duck is the best." Qi Gong beamed.

"Boy, I didn't find anything delicious. Here are some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, rice cakes and fruits, just make do with them!" Qi Gong brought out a plate from nowhere, filled with pastries and fruits.

"Wow, Master Seven, you are so awesome!" Luo Qingshui exclaimed again.

"Well, thank you Qi Gong." Yan Jinyu looked at the not-so-exquisite food on the plate. Although he wanted to refuse, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily, so he had to reach out and take it.

"By the way, Master Seven, you gave us all these to eat, what are you going to eat?" Luo Qingshui had just taken two bites of duck legs when he suddenly remembered something.

The two of them had something to eat, but where was Qi Gong?

"Don't worry about me." Qi Gong took out a rag from his pocket, and there were several pieces of chicken wrapped in it.

"I like eating chicken heads and chicken butts the most. You guys can eat yours." Just as he said that, Qi Gong started to eat the chicken heads and butts.

The three of them sat down on the roof, each eating the food in their hands.

"Let me go, you really are missing your head and butt!" Lang Mo jumped up from the chair angrily.

There was a headless and tailless monster floating in the sky, red and hairless, like a turkey.

"Hey, Lang Mo, you don't have to be so angry, right? Maybe they just didn't put it in?" Bayar reminded in a low voice.

This is in public, not to mention that they are not locals and don't know much about this place.

"His head was not released! How dare he not! I will burn down his kitchen today."

Lang Mo was furious and jumped up to the second floor.

The waiter had just come down from the stairs on the second floor. When he reached the middle of the stairs, he saw Lang Mo with a straight face and was trembling with fear.

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

"Where is your kitchen?" Lang Mo stared at him fiercely, as if he was about to throw him down the stairs if he didn't speak.

"Yes, it's up there." The waiter was so frightened that he hesitated and no longer bothered to ask what he wanted to do. He pointed tremblingly at a room on the second floor.

Without saying a word, Lang Mo jumped up to the second floor and headed straight for the kitchen.

Bayar and Saren sighed at the same time, shook their heads, and got up and followed Lang Mo.

They didn't want Lang Mo to really make the matter a big deal.

"Which one is cooking?" Lang Mo pushed open the kitchen door and shouted fiercely inside.

There was only a dim light on in the room. A fat man and two thin men, one holding a spatula in his hand, and the other two holding a kitchen knife, all stared at him in stunned silence.

This was the first time a guest broke into the kitchen, so the three of them were stunned.

"Sir, may I give you some advice?" The fat man was still calm. He wiped the sweat from his chin and asked in a deep voice.

"Tell me, why do my ducks have no feet, and why do my chickens have no heads and butts?" Lang Mo rushed forward, grabbed the fat man's clothes, and asked in a low voice.

"This, this, this, how did I know!" The fat chef was frightened. Lang Mo spoke so fast and with a desert accent that he couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Shh, don't make a sound." Someone suddenly whispered in his ear, and one of the newcomer's hands was still pressing on Lang Mo's shoulder.

When he turned around, it was Bayar who had arrived.

"What's wrong?" Lang Mo was confused and looked at Bayar outside.

"Listen, there seems to be some movement on the roof of this building." Bayar pointed to the roof tiles above his head.

Lang Mo said nothing. He held his breath and listened to the movement on the roof.

"Master Qi, this duck leg is so delicious, I really want to eat another one!" A woman said in a sweet voice.

"Okay, okay, after the master finishes eating this chicken butt, he will go down and get another one for you." Another very old voice came out.

The fat chef was not a cultivator, so naturally he could not hear such a small sound, but he did not dare to move, so he could only stand there stupidly. The food in the pot was all mushy, and he did not dare to turn it over.

"Damn it, you still want to steal my leg again? I'll fight with you!" Lang Mo was furious when he heard that the old guy wanted to steal another leg.
Chapter completed!