"Brother Huo, you want to eat?" Yu Dapang saw Huo Yichen's extraordinary origins at a glance.

Can Baili Shuya's maid be beaten to death with one move, can it be ordinary?

This immediately activated the little fat man's thigh holding mood.

He is not good at fighting, it's okay!

He knows how to cook, someone is covering it!

"What?" Huo Yichen lowered his eyes to look at him. This was the first time he looked at Xiaopang directly.

He didn't like to eat at first, but after staying with Yun Qingyan for a long time, he did not know when he developed the habit of not having three meals a day.

Yu Dapang patted his chest with one hand, swallowing the mountains and rivers with extraordinary momentum, "Look for me for dinner!

My craft, I dare to say that Tianyuan is second, no one tells that Tianyuan is first!

Huo has what he wants to eat, just ask, as long as there are ingredients, I can do anything. "

Seeing the dog-legs that Big Fat can't wait to hug others' thighs, Yun Qingyan and the others felt a little pain in their eyes.

"That's right. This year is going to pass, Big Fat, did you give your parents a letter? I communicated with my dad a few days ago, and he said that your dad and mom asked about you." Ji Weiran seemed to think of something. , Suddenly raised a sentence.

Since a few people became friends, the parents of the family in Beianguo have also had more contacts with each other.

"Oh. Forgot." Yu Dapang slapped his head, his face showing annoyance, "I'll write a letter later, please send it to the light feather carrier pigeon in the palace."

There seems to be a barrier around the Dead Wilderness. It is very difficult to communicate with the outside. Unless it is a communication crystal with the special characteristics of the palace, ordinary communication crystals cannot communicate with people in the Dead Wilderness. Everyone usually uses one that has been trained to be extremely fast. Homing pigeon.

This is also the reason why Yun said that he could not use the communication crystal contact.

"This year... is over?" Yun said that he was startled by Ji Weiran's words.

"Yeah. Master, don't you know?" Ji Weiran rolled his eyes, "You are closed until you forget the years, winter and autumn!"

Yun lightly touched his nose, "When I first came to the Holy City, I didn't feel any festive atmosphere..."

There are primordial people everywhere, fighting, shouting, and the excitement is lively, but there is no festive celebration at all.

"Of course not." Ji Weiran looked helpless, "There are cultivators in the holy city.

Nor pay much attention to the festivals of these ordinary people. When you visit Beianguo or Starfall Empire, you can feel the festive atmosphere. "

Practitioners pursue an endless lifespan through practice, and even some cultivators, who spend three or five years in retreat, how can they care about the passage of time?

On the contrary, the shorter the life span, the more cherish the scenery around him.

Yun lightly touched his chin, thinking of the grandfather who stayed in the Eastern Sea Realm and the missing brother Guanghan, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

It's New Year, but the whole family is scattered...

"Yun said lightly to come back, plus the holidays! We must have a good meal!" Ji Siwen's eyes beamed, Wanling City is located in the Warcraft Forest, so it has a strong cultivation atmosphere, and the Ji family is a cultivation practice. Noble family, he rarely celebrates these secular festivals.

But this does not hinder his understanding.

Good things = celebration = eat.

"No problem! Wrap it on me." Yu Da Pang pointed his fingers and muttered to himself as he counted the dishes to be made, "Shrimp fried eel, Linglong fish crispy soup..."

Then, he suddenly felt a pain in his head. He just turned around and saw Yun Qingyan. He was puzzled, "Sister Yun, what's the matter?"

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