"This is the thing. Brother, you have been selling sesame cakes on the street. Do you know if there are any one selling steamed buns on the street?" Wen Erlang asked.

Bai Youmo thought about it and usually sold sesame cakes honestly, but he didn't pay much attention. However, when he made a bet last time, he seemed to have met a steamed bun seller, so he said, "It seems that there is a steamed bun seller..."

Hearing Bai Youmo say this, the fat man asked, "Is the steamed buns made by Xiao Mantle delicious?"

Bai Youmo waved his hand embarrassedly and said, "I don't know this, I haven't eaten it..."

The fat man frowned and said, "It's impossible. Most people want to eat it when they smell the steamed buns she made. Could it be that she didn't have the heart to make steamed buns after I left? Well..."

"I am a seller of sesame cakes. Isn't I going to buy other people's steamed buns to smash my own signature?" Bai Youmo explained.

The fat man thought what Bai Youmo said made sense, so he nodded silently.

Bai Youmo was very puzzled by the matter of Pangpang, but he didn't ask much.

At this time, the fat man sighed and said slowly: "Oh... When my wife and my junior brother saw that I could not understand the 36 steamed buns in Tiangang, they performed a good show, which inspired me to study the 36 steamed buns in Tiangang. However, I never thought that the score of making steamed buns was a rare martial art... Everything is unpredictable, and the ups and downs of life are hard to describe."

The fat man shook his head slightly, and the slim woman came to him and comforted him: "My husband, we have a last resort. In order to restore the safety of the Master's Sect and the children, it is a last resort to abandon her. Let's make up for the children in the future."

The fat man held the slim woman's hand and said no more.

Seeing that it was getting late, Bai Youmo said to everyone: "It's getting late, let's go back first. I'll buy some good wine and vegetables on the way. The three of you stay in the humble house for one night. I'll take you to find the child tomorrow morning."

Bai Youmo sent a message in his mind that the danger was lifted and they asked them to come back first.

Wen Erlang also invited each other at this time: "The humble house is a bit simple, I hope you all don't dislike it."

The three of them looked at each other and nodded.

Wen Erlang glanced at the East Gate Shijiu Sang wrapped in dough and said, "I'll carry him back..."

The slim woman walked to the face that wrapped around the east gate. The face was oval, like a cocoon, and squatted down and poked it with her fingers a few times, saying, "This hardness... It's okay to keep it. I'll bring a few shovels after finishing tomorrow, dig a hole and bury the monster."

At this moment, a fiery red light suddenly appeared inside the face. The slim woman was very puzzled when she saw this and said in confusion: "Hmm? What's going on?"

"Yu Ting! Go away!" The fat man said as he ran towards the slim woman, blocking the slim woman without hesitation, like a mountain.

Half a meter behind the fat man, the dough skin, like a silkworm cocoon, suddenly cracked, and dozens of flames cut small holes into the dough skin, and shot out from inside. A stream of hot flames surged into a heat wave, which seemed to be about to burst into a sea of ​​fire, and the whole forest was like being baked by a ruthless barbecue!

The running flames ignited the trees in the forest, and the smoke spreaded and chaotic...

Immediately afterwards, the dough cracked in half, and a dog-shaped figure with flames broke out from the dough, and the silky dough that was baked into a paste was stuck to it, and a resentment spread out from it as the center!

"The eighteenth floor of hell, the nineteenth floor of the East Gate! I don't die so easily! Ao~ Ao~ Ao~ Ao~ Ao~" The hoarse voice was like the sound of hell, constantly echoing in the burning woods.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!