Qu Yong closed his eyes and meditated. He recalled every action of the children just now in his mind. It seemed that he could turn his brain into a movie and use the remote control to watch it. Fast forward, pause, slow play, a lens roll and slow play hundreds of times, he can see clearly, carefully, not miss every detail, but it is a pity that even if he can see clearly, he still can't find it. Who stole his invitation?

"What if he didn't come to steal the invitation just now, but instead stabbed me with a knife?"

Qu Yong immediately denied this possibility, because as long as anyone has any hostility towards him, he will become alert and his body will react naturally. After all, stealing something is different from killing someone.

This time it was obviously a careful plan, and the person who took action was definitely a big pickpocket with more than ten bells, a big master. He deliberately used children to block him, squeezed into his own personal distance, and then quietly stole I got an invitation from myself. It seems simple but is not simple at all. As expected, there are many experts in the world, and the heroes of the world should not be underestimated at all.

He raised his voice, looked around, and said loudly: "I don't know which master or senior, Qu Yong has learned his lesson, and he is convinced. I will never return this invitation. I just want to invite you to show up so that Qu Yong can visit you in person." I want to know which master did it?"

"I don't dare to be a superior person! I am the inferior person." Accompanied by a childish and sharp voice, a child who was only half a person's height actually walked out. He pointed at his nose and smiled: "Haha. I heard. It is said that Danjin masters have transcended the realm of mortals and begun to approach the existence of land immortals. Unfortunately, when I saw them today, it was nothing more than that."

The thief is actually still a child, not a dwarf, but a real child. He is wearing the dirty clothes he just played football with and holding a gold-gilded invitation in his hand. Qu Yong only admires him and does not despise him because of his young age. , he clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Dan Jin is also a human being. If anyone tries to think that he is an "immortal", it is really a joke."

"Oh, you are quite interesting." The child looked him up and down, patted the invitation in his hand, and said, "You are true to your word, this invitation is already mine."

Qu Yong noticed that the two middle index fingers of his right hand were different from ordinary people. They were extremely slender and long, and there seemed to be no bones. A quick scan revealed no other strange things. Qu Yong said: "I definitely keep what I say. This The invitation is already yours."[

"Hahaha! Very good, very good! My name is Maruyama Kotaro. If you remember this name, I can pick up nineteen bells!" The kid Maruyama Kotaro turned away and suddenly turned around again, making a face and saying: "Actually, haven't you noticed that from the moment you left the imperial city, there was a large swarm of flies surrounding you. These flies will buzz around you and want to suck your blood!"

"I know. Thank you!" Qu Yong nodded. He thought this child was very interesting. Interesting people are often more interested in interesting people.

He didn't seem to realize that he was being tricked. He hummed a song in his nose and continued walking until noon.

Finally he saw a square. There were not many people in the square, but there were still a few people. At this time, most ordinary people had gone home to cook. Qu Yong walked to the center of the square, which was surrounded by It is surrounded by circles of concentric terraces, and the final center point is a small fountain, but there is no water spray now. Qu Yong sat in the center of the fountain, stretched there, and then looked at He breathed in the air and murmured to himself: "It would be great if there was a pot at this time, preferably a big pot with a diameter of more than five meters!"

He must be stupid, he actually said such words to himself.

Unexpectedly, in less than five minutes, a big man, shirtless in the middle of winter, ran over with a big pot in his arms, placed it at Qu Yong's feet with a "bang" sound, and then, again He left without looking back.

The mouth of that pot is more than five meters in diameter.

Qu Yong was very satisfied with the pot. He touched his nose and said, "Well, now that we have the pot, it's best to bring some water so that I can wash my hands and wash the pot."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red-faced girl ran out of nowhere, holding a large bucket of hot water in her hand, placed it in front of him, bowed, turned around and left again.

The boiling water was scalding hot, white smoke was rising in the cold air, and it looked like it was at least seventy or eighty degrees.

Qu Yong seemed not to feel the scalding heat of the boiling water. He picked up the hot water with his bare hands, washed his hands, and then washed the pot. The large iron pot was not light, but he lifted it with one hand, washed the pot and poured water. Easily, like lifting a small spoon.

"What are we going to eat? Yeah. Okay, just scrambled eggs with tomatoes. It's nutritious, delicious and pretty."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately delivered them, a large basket of large, round free-range eggs, a large basket of large, red tomatoes, and even bottles of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but unfortunately there was no chili. .

Qu Yong used the water to wash the tomatoes again, and then started to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. There was once a joke that a man must learn to cook egg fried rice in his life. If I learn egg fried rice, I will not starve to death easily, and a man If a man doesn't starve to death and eats well, the best thing for a man to learn is to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Apparently, Qu Yong is also good at scrambled eggs.[

He poured half a bowl of rapeseed oil into the pot, then held the bottom of the pot with the palm of his hand, lowered his waist and fell down. There was a "rumbling" sound in his bones, "swaying" and "swaying". If you are a master, you can hear it. It was clear that the sound was not the kind of bone friction or joint crackling, but the sound of tiger and leopard thunder.

But today Qu Yong's tiger and leopard thunder sounds are different from those before. Now his thunder sounds are rolling from his internal organs, stirring up the blood energy all over his body, and his palms are red. Emitting a high red heat, it burned directly on the bottom of the huge pot, as if a fierce fire was burning on the bottom of the pot. The big pot began to slowly turn red, and the oil in the pot made a "squeaking" sound.

He actually didn't light a fire at all, he just relied on his own secret energy to circulate his energy and blood, exuding high heat and cooking the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

He stir-fried the tomatoes in a large pot, then looked at the pot of bright red and yellow dishes and sighed: "It would be great if there were twelve plates at this time."

He asked for a plate, and it would be there soon, a white plate.

"Nice plates." Qu Yong took the stack of plates from the person who brought them, and then threw them on the ground. The ground was made of cement, but the plates spun around slightly after landing and were intact. .

Qu Yong put a little of his own tomatoes and scrambled eggs on each plate. Then, he sat down and said: "Now there are tomatoes and scrambled eggs on every plate, which is not bad. If at this time, there are twelve Wouldn't it be better if you come and eat with me personally?"

The sun is very good. Under such a beautiful sun, twelve bowls of vegetables, including beautiful tomatoes and scrambled eggs, are laid out.

Will anyone come to eat these scrambled eggs?

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps in the square. It was a young man in brocade clothes walking slowly. His clothes were luxurious and straight, his hair was combed meticulously, and the jade ring on his middle finger was also valuable. Look. He was a kid from a rich family, but his face looked like he had been suffering from tuberculosis for more than ten years and would cough up his lungs anytime and anywhere.

But instead of coughing out his lungs, he told Qu Yong, "My name is Jintian Feng, and I want to eat tomatoes and scrambled eggs."

Qu Yong looked at him and said, "There are twelve bowls of scrambled eggs with tomatoes here. Which one do you want to eat?"

Then Jin Tianfeng said: "Is there any difference?"

Qu Yong said: "There is no difference, it just depends on everyone's taste."

Kaneda Kaede said: "Oh, please tell me what kind of tomato scrambled eggs should be eaten according to what taste."

Qu Yong looked at him, then shook his head and said, "No, you are not qualified to eat my tomato scrambled eggs."

Jin Tianfeng said: "Why don't I have this qualification?"

Qu Yong said: "Because I said you are not qualified, you are not qualified."

Jin Tianfeng took out a bright lipstick, smeared it on his knife-like lips, then pointed it at Qu Yong and said: "This is not an ordinary lipstick, it is also a pistol, a A pistol with only one bullet, now I ask you again, am I qualified to eat a bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

Qu Yong still remembers the summer four years ago, when he was pointed at a gun for the first time. It was also the time when he realized the power of firearms. Four years later, when he was pointed at a gun, he no longer had the heart palpitations he had at that time. , he looked at the man as if he were a clown, and said: "I'll give you a chance. You put away your gun, then turn around and walk away. Just pretend that this never happened."

Jin Tianfeng smiled contemptuously and said: "I also want to say something to you. If you don't agree, I will shoot."

But his threat was weak. The moment he refused, Qu Yong kicked off a piece of cement and flew straight into the man's eyes. Then his body flashed like a wisp of fragrance, and he went up. Step and grab the man's wrist.

Jin Tianfeng's eyes blurred, and Qu Yong had long since disappeared. When he realized what was happening, he felt an excruciating pain in his wrist, "Ah!" His lipstick fell to the ground, and he could clearly hear his bones breaking. sound.

After Qu Yong crushed his wrist bones, he threw him away as if he were throwing garbage, and said calmly: "If you don't have this ability, you'd better not come and eat my scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

The young man had some backbone. His bones were crushed to pieces, but he only screamed. He gritted his teeth and held his wrist in his hands, stood up, and said, "I can give you money. I can give it to you no matter how much you want. I Just an invitation."

"Oh?" Qu Yong seemed to be interested in money and said, "How much can you give me?"

Jin Tianfeng regretted deeply. If he had known that Qu Yong could be bribed with money, he would not have tried to show off his strength by himself. He regained his confidence and said, "I can give you whatever money you want."

"What a loud tone!" Qu Yong stretched out his palms and said, "I want this number."

"What does this number mean?" Kaneda Feng asked: "What is ten?"

Qu Yong said: "It's two hands. It's the weight of the banknotes that my two hands can lift."

Kaneda Feng was born in the business world and was good at mental arithmetic since he was a child. He quickly calculated in his mind that one thousand yen is almost equal to 1.15 grams. If Qu Yong can lift a hundred kilograms of weight with one hand, then, after calculation , which is about 33.4 million yen. This price is obviously not too high for him.

"No matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, it's terrifying to be able to lift three hundred kilograms with both hands! I can still bear it!" He agreed in one breath, "Okay."
Chapter completed!