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Trembling to prepare the meal, the chef asked the waiter to serve it up, but he shook his head and said nothing.

The chef glared at him and asked why. The guy said, "who knows if your food is good or not. If you don't play well, I'll be the first one to die."

"You don't believe my craft. After all these years, who didn't say that the dishes I cooked were delicious, that's the taste of frying with my eyes closed." Said the chef.

The man still shakes his head and says nothing, but the chef has no choice but to deliver the food and wine to Zhang Xiaojian.

Seeing the chef coming, Zhang Xiaojian nodded and laughed and said, "sit down and have a drink with me. It's boring to eat alone."

The chef almost cried and ate with a murderous devil. It was just like putting his head into the tiger's mouth. It's hard to know whether life or death will happen.

However, if you don't agree, it's also irritating the Lord Yan. When she is in a dilemma, Zhang Xiaojian takes out two pieces of gold leaves and hands them to the chef, saying, "this is a reward for you. Sit down."

this makes the chef feel confused. There are still such good things. They are two golden leaves.

He worked hard in this hotel, and he could earn a gold leaf all year round, which is still envied by others. Now, this grandfather gives two golden leaves for no reason. My God, the chef is dizzy with happiness.

Look at Zhang Xiaojian's eyes are not so scared. I feel that the man in front of him is not as ferocious as the legend, which is not very reasonable.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the chef in situ stupefied, mouth also flow out of saliva, gently coughed a sound, poured two glasses of wine, oneself a cup, put in front of the chef a cup, and then pointed to the golden leaf and said, "I don't like the person who pinches and pinches the most, you can put it away."

The chef nodded and quickly agreed, and then sat down on the opposite side of Zhang Xiaojian.

"I have something to ask you. Tell me the truth. Don't lie." Zhang Xiaojian looks at the chef opposite and says.

The chef felt uncomfortable for the first time. He said that he knew that the money was not easy to take. It was not to

"I want to know what the man in my name did." Asked Zhang Xiaojian.

"I've heard that I didn't see it with my own eyes. Our little boy saw it, or I'll call him over. I'll give you the gold leaf. " After the chef finished, he handed over the golden leaf directly.

Zhang Xiaojian chuckled and said, "I'll give it to you if he says it to you. If he comes here, I'll be happy if he says it."

then the chef runs out. When he enters the back kitchen, he finds that the little guy is looking outside. When he comes back, he grabs the chef and says, "you can't swallow two gold leaves alone."

"I'll give you a chance. That grandfather is looking for you. Maybe he'll give you more than I have." Said the chef.

"You fart, you can't say a good word to me. You son of a bitch, we usually have a good relationship. How did we encounter such ungrateful thing as you? You said, I spent money every time I eat." Asked the boy.

"Do you believe it or not? If you let the grandfather wait in a hurry, I can't control your head. You can do it as you see fit." After the chef finished, he squatted in the corner and stopped talking.

"You. Your uncle, you son of a bitch, you... " Not waiting for the last word of Xiaoji scolded, the outside Zhang Xiaojian can't wait.

"I'll do it if I don't come in." Zhang Xiaojian's glass fell to the ground.

The sound of the broken wine glass sounded sharp, which made the three people in the hotel shiver.

The boss didn't know when he also hid in the back kitchen. He and the chef were both looking at the young man in a complicated way.

The boy almost cried, and with a sad look on his face, he walked out step by step, as if he had been on the execution ground.

Zhang Xiaojian poured and drank from herself. She did not look up when she heard the footsteps. She put down her glass and ate a mouthful of food. Then she vomited out her mouth. The expression on her face was called a pain.

All this, the little guy looked in the eyes, felt a black in front of his eyes, a burst of blank brain, almost fell on the ground.

"Is this what the hell people eat?" Zhang Xiaojian mumbled. Then, he took out two gold leaves and put them on the table. His eyes fell on the boy's face. I haven't spoken for a long time.

At that moment, the kid's hallucination seemed to be bound. His feet were quite heavy. If he wanted to run back, he could not move.

"Come on, tell me what you see and hear. The golden leaf is yours," the two people behind saw the scene through the crack of the door. They took a long breath and relaxed a little.

The little guy came to Zhang Xiaojian in front of him. He didn't dare to sit down, but asked tentatively, "Ye, you are not Zhang Xiaojian who kills people without blinking an eye."

Zhang Xiaojian smiles bitterly, nods, says "do not ink, speak quickly."

The little guy put his mind down a little and told the story in detail. Then he went to Jingzhou and Guangyang city. Zhang Xiaojian was stunned.Hongpao people, who is this? He doesn't know. However, their only purpose is to stir up conflicts between themselves and xuantiangu, and then lose both sides.

With a frown, Zhang Xiaojian suddenly remembered the ten-year Dabi mentioned by the Reverend Qingye. She seemed to understand something in her heart. It seems that there should be a reason for Qingye Zun.

After giving the two gold leaves to the boy, Zhang Xiaojian turns out of the hotel, lets go of her perception and searches for the old and the young. However, she finds that these two people are no longer in their original positions and are moving like the north of ice lake city.

Zhang Xiaojian also did not stay, but played a hermit, disappeared from the original place. Time is not long, has caught up with the old and the young two people.

It's already late at night, and the huge moon is floating in the sky, which makes the ice crystals in the air look more beautiful.

If you look at it, the vast expanse of white is as if you were on a hundred miles of snow.

In the night, one old and one young two people rush to the road, gradually in-depth of this millennium cold land.

"Father, how can I feel something wrong? It seems that someone is staring at us," said the boy as he walked.

The old man also frowned and looked gloomy. After a long time, he said, "maybe it's because of the tension."

After going deep into the Millennium ice lake for a hundred miles, the two men stopped, rose to the air, looked around, and then, the old man pointed to a square figure and said, "it should be there."