343 Chapter 342. Really Fragrant

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"How... how could this happen."

Seeing the Templar who had practiced eight Dunjia and almost opened four doors died tragically in front of him, Platinum Bishop Salas was a little flustered and confused.

The script shouldn't be written like this!

After the complexion of the platinum bishop Salas changed slightly, he was finally a person who had seen the world. He quickly calmed down and came to the body of the Templar Duncan in two steps. While squatting down, he probed with his fingers After sniffing, there was no one left, and it seemed hopeless.

Platinum Bishop Salas didn't show a trace of pity on his face, but directly peeled off the armor worn by the Templar.

Don't get me wrong, he's not a pervert, he just intends to find out why the templar suddenly burst his chest and died.

After taking off the armor and jacket, what appeared in front of Platinum Bishop Salas was a bloody mouth full of scars. The sternum and internal organs in the chest cavity were mixed together. It's hard to tell what's causing all this.

After sighing, Platinum Bishop Salas thought to himself:

"There is a heavy responsibilities and a long way to go! It seems that although this eight-door Dunjia skill is strong, the potential risks are also extremely high. If you practice rashly, you may end up in the same end as him."

"If it looks like this, at this time tomorrow, I have to go to the dream world and continue to dig out the details and experience of Yang Ming about the cultivation of the eight sects of dunjia."

As the saying goes, the wool mattress is cool for a while, and the mattress is always cool.

Obviously, Platinum Bishop Salas managed to catch Yang Ming, so naturally he would not let him go easily.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

As the team leader of the investigation team, Ning Fengzhi led a group of people to stay in the morgue from morning to night, investigating Feng Xiaotian's cause of death and possible potential murderers.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Feng Xiaotian who was lying in the coffin, his brows were furrowed into a Sichuan shape, and he looked worried.

Although Feng Xiaotian seemed to be dead, Ning Fengzhi's intuition told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Ning Fengzhi would never have thought that Feng Xiaotian was feigning death, so he could only rack his brains to ponder and think about the real murderer and the clues behind him, but obviously, after a busy day, he didn't come up with a single one. result.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong came in from the outside holding a basket, and said with a smile:

"Father, you've worked hard. I knew you would work late, and you wouldn't even have time to eat dinner, so I boiled it and cooked it for you."

With that said, Ning Rongrong put down the basket and displayed the meals one by one from inside.

Garlic pork ribs, tomato scrambled eggs, cold loofah, carrot and egg soup are all very common dishes.

Ning Rongrong obediently served a bowl full of rice, with the tempting aroma of rice lingering on it, one could tell at a glance that it was high-quality food from Suotuo City, and ordinary people were generally reluctant to eat it, and it was usually the nobles. Such food will be carefully selected.

"Hey, hello."

Ning Fengzhi took the job, the exhaustion on his face was swept away, and he could see his daughter's careful thoughts at a glance, and said narrowly in his eyes:

"When did the little witch in our family become so sensible that she could even cook for daddy? Let me guess, is it because of your little lord?"

What kind of daughter is there, what kind of father is there.

Ning Rongrong was embarrassed by her father's words, a shy and dry blush appeared on her face, and she said coquettishly:

"Father, look at what you said, can't it be that people are sensible now and have learned to respect your old man?"

"Then if it's true, then Dad will be touched." Ning Fengzhi was amazed, and said: "Let Dad taste it first, whether the food you cook is delicious."

Before the words fell, he had already picked out a spare rib full of garlic flavor and threw it into his mouth, chewing it a little.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi expectantly, and saw that his face had gradually changed from his inattentiveness at the beginning, just like changing faces in a Sichuan opera, from red to purple.

The ribs are fresh ribs, but the problem is, Ning Rongrong has never cooked in the past as the daughter of a daughter, and it is the first time to cook today, one can imagine how the taste will be.

After Ning Fengzhi ate it in one bite, he felt that what he ate was not pork ribs, but the whole sea, the salty taste broke through the sky, the salty and bitter kind.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered in his heart:

"This is my own, this is my own, this is my own..."

Immediately, Ning Fengzhi took a mouthful of salt and said with a wry smile:

"Rongrong, how much salt did you put in?"

Ning Rongrong seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, with his head lowered, he gestured with the palm of his right hand, and whispered:

"that is all."

Ning Fengzhi's face froze. What does the daughter mean, she put a slap of salt?

Oh my God!

Ning Fengzhi felt his tongue become bitter for a while, so he simply picked up the bowl of radish and egg soup, intending to moisten his throat and quench his thirst by the way.

But as soon as the soup was in his mouth, Ning Fengzhi realized that he was wrong, and it was a big mistake.

What the hell is soup?

How can it be so sweet?

This time, I don't need to ask, I know that my daughter must have used sugar as salt, and put too much...

Ning Fengzhi silently put down the bowl and chopsticks. He swore that he would rather die of starvation and jump from here than eat his daughter's food again!

"Father." Ning Rongrong was like a child who did something wrong, cautiously said: "Is my cooking okay?"

Ning Fengzhi twitched in his heart, but on second thought, this was the first time his daughter cooked meals for him, and he couldn't discourage the enthusiasm of the child, it would only make her feel frustrated.

Well, in fact, Ning Fengzhi was just looking for an excuse for doting on his daughter.

"Very...delicious!"

Ning Fengzhi said so without conscience.

"Really?" The worries on Ning Rongrong's face were swept away, and he said in surprise: "Father, is the food I cook really delicious?"

"Really!" Ning Fengzhi nodded with absolute certainty.

"In that case." Ning Rongrong picked up the food and brought it to Ning Fengzhi's mouth, with a sincere smile on his face, but in Ning Fengzhi's dozing eyes at the moment, it was like a witch's smile, and said: "Father, if you like it, you can eat as much as you like." Eat some."

Ning Fengzhi wished he could slap himself, look what you said just now!

Unable to resist Ning Rongrong's enthusiastic feeding, Ning Fengzhi suppressed tears and ate up the food his daughter gave him bite by bite.

After it was over, Ning Fengzhi still wanted to ignore his conscience and said:

"It's delicious!"