"I hope you are no longer as ruthless as before, and I hope you can really take us into your ideas. Maybe everything we have belongs to you, but don't do anything like you used to do to achieve your goals. You always have to give your feelings more bonds."

"Go."

The Butu Ding didn't want to talk to Meng Po about the past. It was a long-closed past, a past he didn't want to remember.

"I am Ku Ding. I used to be no matter who I was, now, I am Ku Ding!"

Meng Po glanced at Ku Ding deeply, then leaned slightly, saluted, and then hugged Qiao Rourou and left.

It was not until he watched Meng Po leave with Qiao Rourou away that the expression on Ku Ding's face gradually restrained, no more emotional, no joy or fear, like a puppet. He closed his eyes, and when he opened it, the indifference just now disappeared, and he returned to his previous appearance.

He shook his head, knowing his changes, which was not a good thing.

"It's time to eat."

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Underground of the [Black Shop], this place named [Warehouse] by the Kuiding, there was a large pot on the original open space. The bottom of the pot was engraved with mountains, rivers, and the front of the pot was a landform map with a crack in the abyss. It seemed to be a bit old and an old object.

"Sir, I'll put the ingredients here for you. If it's okay, I'll go out first."

Ning Meng seemed to have disliked this place a little. After he put down the corpse, he wanted to leave. After getting the pot Ding nodded, he quickly turned around without leaving for a moment, and even looked a little scared.

The pot Ding didn't care about Ning Meng's departure. He threw the corpse into the pot, and only occupied the bottom, which shows how big the big pot was.

After removing the piece of golden silk yellow paper that he had pasted with saliva, streams of black liquid began to flow out from the holes of the corpse. As soon as the black liquid with as much blood as the human body gathered, it began to wriggle wildly. But for some reason, it seemed as if this pot was bound. If the black liquid was allowed to struggle, it would not be able to leave the range of the pot.

He reached out and pulled the corpse out and put it aside. The cook Ding held the edge of the pot and said:

"The flames rise, the sun rises, and the fire is huge!"

There was no fire source under the pot, but a heat wave occurred in the pot. In just a moment, various crackling sounds were heard, as if the black liquid in the pot was boiled and something changed.

The black liquid first struggled, but after finding that it was powerless, it changed to arching constantly, as if it was begging for mercy to the chef Ding.

However, the temperature in the pot was getting higher and higher, and the ball of liquid became more and more viscous. Ku Ding grabbed a spatula from somewhere and started stirring it inside. After a while, he could pull out the sticky silk of sugar from the ball of liquid.

Ku Ding didn't care about the final struggle of the liquid. Under the boiling of the fire, the liquid evaporated a lot of green air and its color was no longer the original black. When it emitted a red light, the liquid no longer moved. As Ku Ding kept stirring, it finally turned into a translucent crystal, with a little golden color.
Chapter completed!