As the temperature drops and the traditional festivals are getting closer, major schools are already on holidays.

The streets and alleys were filled with joy and festive atmosphere. The only difference was that in an apartment in Huatian District, a strong man sat on the sofa with some anxiety, and the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and the sound of cooking could be heard. The red-hot oil pan could be heard.

The decoration in the living room is very simple, simple, full of modern atmosphere, and the furniture is brand new. The two teenagers are still sitting cross-legged on the sofa and are eating melon seeds.

There are advertisements on the TV, all about the Spring Festival.

"Bai'er, why did you bring her here? You mean to embarrass me."

The man who was restless was Li Jianguo. His face turned slightly red, and he looked at Li Mubai, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, chatting with Lu Fei with melon seeds, and spoke softly, for fear that the person in the kitchen would appear.

"Didn't you tell you a long time ago? Aunt Ping is now betraying the organization, someone is chasing her, and my mother is missing now. Aren't there many women in the family good? I don't want to cook anyway, I think it's good."

Li Mubai turned his head and smiled sharply. He was still holding a black cat in his arms. The black cat stared at the LCD TV with his eyes straight, and the corners of his mouth bent slightly, showing a very humanized smile. If Li Jianguo saw it at this moment, he would definitely be shocked.

"But she...is not good for a woman here."

Li Jianguo scratched his head, his voice very low.

"Uncle Li, it's okay, you're still young. Besides, Aunt Ping likes you as soon as she looks at how Aunt Ping's craftsmanship is today. And Xiaobai and I often go to her Internet cafe to surf the Internet, and she doesn't charge any money."

Lu Fei put one hand on Li Mubai's shoulder, patted him, and said with a smile.

"You...you kids are really ignorant!"

Li Jianguo glared at Li Mubai, a little depressed. He knew that it was not easy to refuse openly if he had short hands and short mouths.

"Who are you talking bad about me?"

Aunt Ping was wearing a pink apron and holding an exquisite porcelain plate in her hand. The plate was covered with a braised sweet and sour fish, with a layer of brown juice on it, and green coriander next to it. The strong fragrance suddenly drifted away, making Li Mubai's index finger move.

"No, who dares to say bad things about you? If you make another cup of tea, we will not be able to stand it."

Lu Fei grinned and laughed, causing Aunt Ping to turn her eyes.

In fact, after more than two months of time together, Li Mubai and Lu Fei have become very familiar with Aunt Ping, and go to the Internet cafe from time to time to find out the news. And just the day before Li Mubai and his friends had a holiday, Aunt Ping took the initiative to go to school to find Li Mubai, saying that she is homeless now and hopes to help her, because the Chinese New Year will be coming soon, so Li Mubai has no objection. Who doesn’t want to have fun during the New Year? What’s more, Lu Fei will go back together.

"Aping, let the child do these things. Bai'er has been cooking since he was a child. You are a guest, so please sit down."

Li Jianguo stood up embarrassedly and then went to serve the dishes.

"No, how delicious can a child make? You don't know my skills, I have eaten a lot before."

Aunt Ping looked at Li Jianguo with a smile, then twisted her waist and walked towards the restaurant.

In fact, Li Jianguo just thought Aunt Ping and Liu Qing were two sisters with great relationships. He didn't know that there was such a big hatred between them, and he only met Liu Qing through Aunt Ping.

"Why are you still standing there? Don't go get the dishes?"

Li Jianguo glared at Li Mubai and said in a deep voice.

"Lu Fei, go, I'll watch TV first."

Li Mubai stretched, then looked at Lu Fei. Lu Fei quickly let go of his hand, stood up, and ran towards the kitchen.

"Wait, Xiaofei, I'm very happy when you come, but I'm not happy if you buy things in the future. Besides, you're here, you can play casually and don't have to do anything, do you understand?"

Li Jianguo spoke to Lu Fei with a smile.

In fact, Li Mubai did not advocate that Lu Fei buys things. Although he was here for the New Year, the two of them experienced life and death together, and their relationship was the same as their brothers. They didn’t have to stick to these secular things at all. Lu Fei’s thoughts were different. These things were done very well, and it might be because they were related to the family’s upbringing since childhood.

Two days ago, the two came out of the department store and they both slowly raised it. When Li Jianguo went to pick them up, he was startled and started scolding Li Mubai directly, saying that he spent money like water, but Lu Fei said that he bought it. Li Jianguo suddenly became very embarrassed. He secretly asked Li Mubai if this child had no concept of money? Li Mubai just smiled but said nothing.

"No, let him have a good rest. Xiaobai got sick a while ago and had not recovered yet. I will do these things. It doesn't matter. I used to do it at home."

Lu Fei turned his head and grinned, but when he saw him sitting on the sofa next to him, his face was still a bit sickly pale, his face became gloomy, and then he strode towards the kitchen.

"I'm sick? What's going on? Have you taken medicine?"

Only then did Li Jianguo turn around and look at his son carefully.

"You're just now discovering?"

Li Mubai smiled helplessly. More than two months have passed, and he has only recovered halfway. He has to be careful every day and dare not blow the wind for fear of a cold. Lu Fei takes care of him meticulously. Even drinking water doesn't allow him to drink cold. Sometimes Li Mubai laughs at him for being more considerate than a nanny. In fact, he knows it very well. Lu Fei feels guilty. Every night he flips around in bed and can't sleep.

After using the seven-star life-suspending method, he would never dare to use it randomly in the future. Not only did he consume his life, but he also made himself like a focused care for patients. What is even more depressing is that he would use Qingxin Xiang every day to consolidate his energy and spirit. He also dared not devour the golden spirit flames now. After all, he has reached the late stage of the false alchemy and may enter the golden alchemy realm at any time. If he encounters the heavenly tribulation and is in his current state, he will be lighting the lamp in the thatched cottage.

So he usually reads ghost hunting notes at home, contacts drawing talismans, and then practices a set of boxing techniques that Lu Fei has passed on to him to strengthen his body, trying to recover as quickly as possible.

When we were together for dinner, Li Jianguo opened a bottle of Maotai and poured a glass of it happily. The mellow aroma of wine mixed with the aroma of the meal, and the few of them were very happy.

Moreover, the dishes are very rich, such as stewed cuttlefish with ribs, sweet and sour carp, cumin beef, tiger skin green pepper, fried radish strips with bacon, etc.

"Aping, sit down. It's only the New Year's Day tomorrow, so you've cooked so many dishes."

Seeing Aunt Ping's busy look, Li Jianguo hurriedly greeted him. Aunt Ping was not polite, took off her apron and sat next to Li Jianguo. Li Jianguo lowered his head slightly, took a sip of white wine, and his eyes narrowed.

"Come some for me, too."

Li Mubai knew that Moutai was very expensive, and even he could not help but drink beer on weekdays.

"No, you're sick."

Li Jianguo spoke in a hoarse voice, his face turned slightly red.

"It's okay, Uncle Li, just let him drink some wine to warm up."

When he was unhappy when he saw Li Mubai, Lu Fei quickly handed him his cup and poured another cup himself.

"Okay, drink less, come and cheers."

Li Jianguo raised his wine glass and shook it at his son.

The three of them had a very happy dinner. After eating, Li Mubai was used to packing up the dishes and washing dishes, but Aunt Ping refused righteously.

Li Jianguo looked at the house with more than 100 bungalows with a sigh. He spent all his savings to buy it barely. As for the decoration, he did it himself, so he was particularly careful. The furniture inside was bought by Li Mubai himself. At that time, he did not hide it from his father, saying that it was earned from his own boss. Li Jianguo couldn't say anything, but just looked at Li Mubai foolishly.

Lu Fei helped clean, while Li Jianguo returned to his study. Although the Spring Festival was approaching, he was still busy and had drawings to read.

Li Mubai, who had drunk some wine, lay lazily on the sofa, his face slightly red, and his long bangs were scattered on his forehead. He was much thinner than before, with a pointed chin and a little dazed, because there was no news about Su Ming, Na Sheng, or even Bai Han, as for Huang Yuelang returning to his hometown.

Su Zhengwen was so anxious that he almost stopped calling the police. Finally, Li Mubai lied and he slowly calmed down.

There is another person, her mother. She has been away for nearly half a year. Now she is afraid that her younger brother will be born, so why haven’t she gone home yet?

My mind was a little confused, and because of the alcohol, my head was drowsy. I began to fall asleep slowly and had a very strange dream.

...

He remembered that this was a huge palace, with various runes engraved on the surrounding walls. One wall was hung with dense gourds of different sizes. These gourds were of different colors, and each of them emitted a faint light, which looked very magical.

In the center of the palace, there is a huge alchemy furnace. This alchemy furnace is at least about a meter high, with very exquisite patterns carved on it, as well as Taoist yellow talismans. Five colors of clouds and mists appear on the top of the alchemy furnace, and the clouds are sharp and scattered, sometimes condensed and sometimes dispersed, which is extremely wonderful.

Li Mubai appeared here in the form of a soul body, looking around, and was deeply shocked.

Next to the alchemy furnace was a boy of seven or eight years old. He was dozing off with a banana fan in his hand. The flames in the alchemy furnace began to weaken gradually, and the shiny sharpness emerging from the top cover began to become unstable.

"Qingfeng! You are lazy again!"

A light shout sounded from the other side. A little Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe with a bun of hair on his head, and a wooden fork on it came over with an angry look. The little Taoist priest looked beautiful, red lips and white teeth, and clear eyes, and had a unique temperament, but there was an exquisite green lamp tied between his fair neck.

"Huh? Why is this person so familiar?"

Li Mubai looked at the little Taoist priest walking from afar and fell into deep doubts. As the Taoist priest got closer, a fresh smell came. When the distance was close, he screamed loudly.
Chapter completed!