Chapter Thirty-Eight - One Person Kills It
Stepping into the gate, a slightly sickly young man in casual clothes stood there. It was Jinxi He Xi Ding Muchen.
"Father."
This heart demon did not have the hostility of many previous heart demons, on the contrary, it seemed polite, and slowly performed a fist-cup salute of a military warrior in the game, and said: "Ding Muchen sees father!"
Lao Ding nodded: "Don't be so polite."
"Um."
Ding Muchen nodded, glanced at the many heroines behind Lao Ding, and said with a smile, "Who are these?"
"Introduce yourselves?" Lao Ding said.
"good."
Lin Yixin was the first to step forward: ""Unparalleled Online Games", the heroine, the fantasy, Lin Yixin."
Lin Wan'er smiled and said, ""Slaying the Dragon", the heroine, Cang Tong, Lin Wan'er."
Dong Chengyue pursed her red lips and said with a smile, ""Slaying the Dragon", the second female, Cang Yue, Dong Chengyue."
"oh?"
Ding Muchen rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "I thought Zhanlong's second daughter was Yue Qingqian..."
"Depend on!"
Dong Chengyue stamped her feet angrily.
Su Xiran chuckled: "Okay, the lading team, don't tease them, how about you treat the guests?"
"Um."
Ding Muchen took advantage of the situation to get out of the way, Gong Xun said with a smile: "Father, and everyone, please come to the living room, Tang Yun, Xiran and I are planning to spend the rest of our lives here, and we have nothing else to learn, just learn how to make tea. Knowing that my father is coming, I prepared a can of top-grade Biluochun for everyone to try."
"Um."
Lao Ding and Ding Muchen walked side by side, and said, "Is it really settled here now?"
"yes……"
Ding Muchen smiled awkwardly: "After Fusu leaves, I have nothing to do, so I'll just muddle along~~~"
Lao Ding was stunned: "Isn't it? I remember that at the end of Tianxing, I asked you, Xiran, and Lin Che to jointly open the Beichen Intercontinental Hotel with the theme of the Yueheng series. Didn't I stay as the chairman?"
"I'm so tired, who wants to drive..." Ding Muchen said lazily.
Lao Ding slapped his forehead.
The MMs covered their mouths and snickered, Ding Muchen, this demon is really different from others, if there are wisps of faint dark air lingering around him, everyone will regard him as a member of the White Ding team, not the Black Ding team in front of them .
...
In the tea house in the living room, a group of people sat down.
Ding Muchen started to boil water and make tea, very skillful, it could be seen that he was already a very Buddhist heart demon.
"Taste."
Ding Muchen pushed the cup, and each of them had a cup.
The first sip of Biluochun has a strong fragrance, and the aftertaste is very sweet. People like Lao Ding, who don't know how to taste tea, think it's delicious. He nodded and said: "It's really something."
Ding Muchen smiled awkwardly and continued to make tea.
Su Xiran sat at the side, treating guests as a host, helping Ding Muchen boil water, wash cups, etc.
...
for a moment.
Ding Muchen looked up at Lao Ding, and said, "Father, do you know that I, Ding Muchen, are my father's last bondage. After leaving Wuyuan, my father must go to his real home."
"Home..."
Lao Ding frowned: "What kind of place is that?"
"The home of my father's heart."
Ding Muchen smiled slightly: "Why ask me, I'm not the father, how would I know."
He thought for a while, and said: "Yun'er has left Wuyuan, and she must be busy with this matter. In short, father is here today, just eat, drink, and sleep. Don't worry about other things, but if there is anything, there is nothing to worry about. I, Ding Muchen, stand in the way."
Lin Yixin squinted her beautiful eyes, looked at the legendary "Ji Xi He Xi", and said with a smile: "Team Ding really doesn't look like a demon."
"oh?"
While brewing tea, Ding Muchen smiled and said: "The inner demons are nothing more than hurdles in my heart. My inner demons come from afar, not from my father, from those malice, not from you, so it can be explained. ?"
"Almost mean."
"ha."
Ding Muchen laughed and said, "It's like the sensational ending at the end of Zhanyue. Some readers said it almost meant something?"
Lao Ding immediately blushed and his neck thickened: "This is heartbreaking..."
"oh?"
Ding Muchen asked with a smile: "Father can talk about it."
Lao Ding said calmly: "The original intention of writing Zhanyue was actually to sort out the timeline and make all the stories have a sequence. As for the stories of Lu Li, Lin Xi and Yilu, I didn't really want to write too much. Otherwise, the main storyline will inevitably change the plot, and if readers really want to cry and find it almost meaningless, they can wait for the next book."
"Farewell, farewell..."
Su Xiran laughed and said, "Team Ding and Fusu aren't enough to make everyone cry miserably? Father is also a five-foot man with a strong blood. Don't lie to everyone's tears all the time. It's not kind."
"Oh shit……"
Lao Ding was a little annoyed: "A five-foot man is too much!"
"Hahaha~~~"
Lin Yixin laughed wildly, took Lao Ding's arm, and said, "Father is very angry, do you want me to ask Tianxing heroine Su Xiran a sword for you?"
Su Xiran rolled her eyes: "A top swordsman asked Jianma, isn't this bullying?"
"That's it."
...
Ding Muchen poured tea for Lao Ding again, and said with a smile: "Xiran, father, Lin Yixin, Lin Wan'er, and Dong Chengyue are all newcomers, and it should be the first time in Wuyuan, right? Let's treat you well, and you can tell the cook to be more polite later. Buy some ingredients, such as rabbits and so on, and stew meat for my father at night, I want to have a good drink with my father."
"Well, okay!"
Su Xiran stood up and said with a smile, "Father, I'll go do some work for a while, see you at dinner."
"good."
...
Two hours later, dinner time.
Just eat in the lobby, one pot of stewed rabbit meat, one pot of squid fish, two big pots are enough for everyone to eat. In addition, Su Xiran cooked some chicken and fried a few local vegetarian dishes, all of which are excellent wine dishes Ding Muchen took out two bottles of Moutai from his collection, and wanted to get drunk with Lao Ding, while Su Xiran took some red wine and drank a little with Lin Yixin, Lin Wan'er, and Dong Chengyue.
One of the cooks in charge of the stew pot went down and it was just everyone, so it started.
The meat is delicious, and the wine is spicy.
It is rare for Lao Ding to have such an opportunity. Those who accompany him are once his beloved characters, and now they are sitting beside him alive, so he has one cup after another with Ding Muchen. In less than half an hour, a bottle of Moutai was killed. When Ding Muchen opened the second bottle, Lin Yixin frowned and said, "Ding Muchen, don't drink any more, father can't let him drink so much, you can't let him get drunk. , Could it be that they want to borrow wine to kill people?"
"Won't."
Ding Muchen shook his head, and his voice turned into a thread into Lin Yixin's ears: "Believe me, it may be better for father when he is drunk. The demon playing today is definitely not me, Ding Muchen... If father is drunk, he will be in a state of illness when he is drunk. In the dreamland, that disgusting thing will no longer be able to punish my heart and disgust my father."
Lin Yixin was dubious: "I will definitely watch over my father today, it doesn't matter if I don't sleep all night."
Ding Muchen chuckled lightly: "It doesn't matter, father has you, Lin Yixin, by his side, so I can rest assured."
So, another bottle of Moutai was opened.
Although it is said that Ding Muchen drank a lot and Lao Ding drank less, after finishing the two bottles, Lao Ding also drank at least half of the bottle, which has already exceeded his drinking limit in recent years, half a bottle of white wine, one bottle of red wine, This is Lao Ding's limit, once he exceeds it, I'm afraid he won't remember his last name, it happens every time.
...
At about ten o'clock in the evening.
Everyone went back to their rooms, Lao Ding was sound asleep, and Lin Yixin was wearing armor, holding a long sword and dagger, and guarding the window with gloomy eyes. She was too worried about each other today.
The night in Wuyuan is quiet, the lights of the B&Bs in the distance have been turned off, and there is darkness and chaos between the sky and the earth.
But at this moment, a horn sounded from afar, like the sound of horseshoes. Looking from a distance, under the starlight, there were rows of cavalrymen covered in blood-red radiance all over the mountains and plains approaching the village, and just above the distant mountains, Giant figures tens of meters tall appeared in the moonlight, holding a blood-colored giant hammer in their hands. Every time they took a step, the ground trembled.
"coming."
A ray of white light appeared outside the window. It was Lin Wan'er. She had transformed into a Yueling fighting form, holding double blades and carrying a treasured umbrella behind her back. She said calmly, "How is father?"
"Father is fast asleep."
Lin Yixin frowned: "What's coming this time? It's not like a summoned knight, but a regular army of the Purgatory Legion."
"No matter what comes, we must block it."
...
At this moment, suddenly a figure like a god sounded from the sky.
"Come, stop!"
A figure appeared on the roof of the inn in front of him. Under the moonlight, he was wearing military armor, holding a shining long sword in his hand, and a cloak behind him. He was Ding Muchen's inner demon.
"Jie Jie..."
All over the sky, countless black figures flew over. Looking carefully, it was a large group of dense gargoyles approaching the village.
"court death?"
When Ding Muchen raised his hand, a ray of white sword light flashed across the air, splitting into countless strands in an instant, all the gargoyles in the sky were chopped into pieces, and a bloody rain fell outside the village.
...
"Tsk tsk..."
In the distance, a figure in a Confucian shirt landed on the roof tens of meters away from Ding Muchen, holding an old-fashioned tape recorder in his hand, thinking: "Fan Yi, please refer to Master He Xi tonight, this time I am coming to It's not for anything else, and it's not for assassinating the fallen leaves. Is such a vain thing what my Confucian disciples should do, it's just..."
He stretched his head to look at Lao Ding's room, and said, "Is Lord Lost Ye in here? If he is here, Xiao Fan would like to present a song here, which is considered appropriate to the occasion and fits his state of mind."
Ding Muchen held his long sword, full of sword intent: "Are you courting death?"
Fan Yi laughed again and again, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's here, it must be played."
As he spoke, he placed the tape recorder on the roof and pressed the play button.
...
Immediately, the song inside began to echo—
We who don't know how to express love and hatred
Thought martyrdom was just an old rumor
How painful is the sorrow of parting, how intense is the pain
When the dream is buried in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Only when my heart is broken
...
"Asshole!"
Ding Muchen swooped in with his sword and smashed the tape recorder to pieces. At this moment, Ding Muchen was furious.
"Yoho~~~"
Fan Yi withdrew and retreated quickly, his body turned into a ray of light and flew towards the mountains, only to see a series of giant mountain thrones rising above the mountains, there were dozens of them, Fan Yi laughed and said: "Of course I understand." I understand, Ding Muchen, this Jiangnan is you, but Su Xiran, and the great shame in his Lost Leaves heart, but do you really dare to face it? Behind me, there are dozens of thrones from all walks of life, do you dare to come?"
"Asshole..."
Ding Muchen swung his long sword lightly, and the cloak flew up behind him, with a smile on his lips: "This battle has nothing to do with life or death, but I, Ding Muchen, will slay my father's demons alone!"
Tonight and Hexi, he rushed towards the distant mountain like a meteor falling to the ground, without hesitation.
"Help Ding Muchen!"
Lin Yixin, Lin Wan'er, Dong Chengyue, Su Xiran and others turned into streamers and rushed towards the distant mountain.
...
In front of the window, everyone thought he was drunk, but Lao Ding, who was not drunk, just looked at the distant mountains through the window. Under the moonlight, he burst into tears. The road was difficult and difficult, and he felt aggrieved.
Not humane!