Chapter 1831 New Year's Eve
"Brother Huo, do you want to eat?" Fatty Yu saw at a glance that Huo Yichen had an extraordinary origin.
Can you beat Baili Shuya's maid to half-dead in one move, can you be ordinary?
This immediately activated the little fat man's mood to hug his thighs.
He's not good at fighting, it's okay!
He can cook, and someone covers it!
"What?" Huo Yichen looked down at him, this was the first time he had looked directly at Fatty.
He didn't like to eat at first, but after staying with Yun Qingyan for a long time, he somehow developed the habit of not having three meals a day.
Fatty Yu clapped his chest with one hand, swallowing the mountains and rivers with extraordinary aura, "Find me for dinner!
With my craft, I dare to say that Tianyuan is the second, and no one will say that Tianyuan is the first!
If Brother Huo wants to eat, just ask, as long as there are ingredients, I can do anything. "
Seeing the dog-leg appearance of Big Fatty who couldn't wait to hug someone's thigh, Yun Qingyan and the others felt a little pain in their eyes.
"That's right. This year is coming, Fatty, did you send a letter to your parents? I communicated with my father a few days ago, and he said that your parents asked about you." Ji Weiran seemed to think of something , suddenly mentioned a sentence.
Since a few people became friends, the family parents in Bei'anguo have had more contacts with each other.
"Oops. Forgot." Fatty Yu patted his head with a look of annoyance on his face, "I'll write a letter later and ask Guangyu carrier pigeons in the palace to send it there."
There seems to be a layer of restrictions around the Dead Wilderness, and it is very difficult to communicate with the outside world. Unless it is a communication crystal with the characteristics of the palace, ordinary communication crystals cannot communicate with people outside the Dead Wilderness. carrier pigeon.
This is also the reason why Yun Qingyan couldn't use the communication crystal contacts before.
"This year... is over?" Yun Qingyan was taken aback by Ji Weiran's words.
"Yes. Master, don't you know?" Ji Weiran rolled his eyes, "You are so closed that you forget the years, winter and autumn!"
Yun Qingyan touched his nose, "When I first came to the Holy City, I didn't feel any festive atmosphere..."
There are Yuan Zhe everywhere, fighting, shouting, lively and lively, but there is no festive celebration at all.
"Of course not." Ji Weiran's expression was a little helpless, "There are cultivators in the holy city.
They don't pay much attention to the festivals of these ordinary people. When you go to Bei'an Kingdom or Xingluo Empire, you can feel the festive atmosphere. "
Practitioners pursue endless lifespan through cultivation, and even some cultivators, once retreating for three years and five years, how can they care about the passage of time?
On the contrary, the shorter the lifespan, the more cherish the scenery around you.
Yun Qingyan touched his chin, thinking of his grandfather who stayed in Dongmingjing, and Brother Guanghan who disappeared, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
It's New Year's Eve, and the family is separated from each other...
"Yun Qingyan is back, plus the festival! We have to have a good meal!" Ji Siwen's eyes lit up, Wanling City is located in the forest of monsters, so the cultivation atmosphere is strong, and the Ji family is a cultivation In the family, he rarely celebrates these secular festivals.
But that didn't stop him from understanding.
Good things = celebrate = eat.
"No problem! Wrap it on me." Fatty Yu pointed his fingers, and muttered to himself, counting the dishes to be made, "Shrimp bursting eel, Linglong fish crispy soup..."
Then, suddenly felt a pain in his head, and when he turned around, he saw Yun Qingyan, and he asked in confusion, "Sister Yun, what's the matter?"