It was already midday, and Ku Ding was holding his painful head in his bed.

Dreaming?

He woke up in his bed, his quilt was not covered, his clothes were taken off, but he had no effect. He had tables, chairs, benches, teacups and slippers, everything was where he should be, which was so weird that it made people feel heartbroken.

The bathroom still looks like a bathroom, with only some residual smell of shower gel, and no trace of "war". I searched in other corners of the room and found no "clues". Everything seemed to have never been born last night, and it seemed that it was just a fantasy of Ku Ding.

——Is it because of the long-term love that made me think about Meng Po, so I had such a strange dream?

——No, no, no, no, how could I have such a...well...such an evil dream.

The eyes of Ku Ding, which were somewhat difficult to focus, finally frozen on the bronze mirror of the Hundred Ghost Night Banquet that he brought back. He wondered if it was because of the mirror, or if he was unconsciously confused by some illusion.

It was almost noon, and when Ning Meng came to ask him to have breakfast for the fourth time, the Butcher Ding had no choice but to go out, but when he saw Meng Po, who was smiling like a fox who had succeeded in his plan, his heart still beat faster.

On the other side, Ning Meng, who was playing the game, looked back and forth curiously on Ku Ding and Meng Po. From the morning, Ning Meng noticed a strange smell permeated the dining table. He had never seen Meng Po laugh out loud while eating breakfast. This was too strange.

——Do you want to ask what the situation is, why do you feel the back of your back? And Aunt Meng’s smile. She was lucky last night and had a steal chicken. She was so happy.

But when he saw the faces of Ku Ding Jiu together, he still held back what he wanted to ask.

——Forget it, I'll just let it go, let me play my game.

He couldn't afford to offend the two people in front of him, one was because he still had the power, the other... Well, the more beautiful a woman was, the more she could not offend.

The breakfast and lunch meal was not delicious at all. The bauding was strong and cushioned under the rosy face of Meng Po. He could not ask, nor was embarrassed to ask, and could only think that nothing had been born.

However, Meng Po kept picking up food for the chef Ding, and the two of them didn't speak, but they had a tacit understanding, which made Ning Meng unable to stay. Fortunately, Lao Qi and Xian Le integrated the information at this time and came to report, which broke the situation of not talking.

"Sir, Xianledu said that he would investigate what you said as soon as possible. They expected that it would take about ten days and half a month, or it would take longer. After all, they are very top-secret information and it takes some means to dig it out. In addition, when he came, Mr. Jin asked me to tell you that he said that the person who was leaving and the matter of getting the tomb [1] has clearly stated that he would withdraw. They were ready and would assign a team to assist us and be able to leave at any time."

Lao Qi is still very capable of dealing with these trivial matters, which saves a lot of trouble for Ku Ding. He is now dizzy and doesn't know what to do now, so he simply slapped the table and decided to leave immediately and go straight to Sun Maiyu's cemetery.

After tidying up on both sides, bringing the equipment, and then gathering, they head straight to Bochishan.

The sacrificial state is already the territory of Xianledu. So Sun Maiyu's tomb started to stare at it. But when the people from Xianledu entered once, even if the people from Xianledu were marked, other forces would have to see whether the people from Xianledu agreed or not. In other words, if the people from Ku Ding were not involved, Lao Qi would probably be inseparable from this tomb in this life.

This time, except for Lao Qi, most of them were from Xianledu. They were originally led by the old man surnamed Jin, but they were driven away by the Ku Ding's words.

"You are old too. Go back and don't mess with it."

This sentence is also a bit heartbreaking. In terms of age, in the eyes of the old man, the chef Ding was the biggest, but he was retorted by him. He didn't dare to refute it. He asked Bu Lingkun to accompany the chef Ding and did whatever the chef said, and then he watched the chef Ding leave. He had two things to do, one was told by the chef Ding to investigate the past of the bronze mirror; the other was much more difficult to deal with, and it was up to see if he had the fate.

After seeing off Ku Ding and his group, the old man surnamed Jin looked at the seemingly cloudy sky and took a private ride north. This time, he would either live a more prominent future or run towards death, and there were only these two choices.

"Sir, you left me a way of living back then, but now you are back, and I still follow your direction on this road."

After leaving the Chuozhou, it started to rain heavily, covering the sight of the world. The storm seemed to indicate that the old man's journey was difficult to go.

On the other side, Ku Ding and others arrived in the southwest of Jizhou. On the other side, it was sunny for thousands of miles. Occasionally, clouds covered the scorching sun, and a hint of cool breeze was also given.

After the convoy entered the mountainous area, it was really difficult to move forward after walking a dirt road. The team of more than 30 people could only get off the car and swing their legs.

The people from Xianledu brought big bags, and only Lao Qi carried a big backpack on the side of Ku Ding. Ku Ding was almost empty-handed, and even Ning Meng only had a backpack, which was basically the same as an outing position.

"Mr. Ding is not doing anything, right? It's okay, we have extra equipment here. You can put it on first, and you will be the first."

Since he had been to Xianledu from Ku Ding, Bu Lingkun was almost wagging his tail to Ku Ding. He was a talented man. Just the old man surnamed Jin could figure out the position of Ku Ding in the heart of the old man. Such a person could be by his side without currying favor with him, which was a waste of resources. As long as he served Ku Ding well, Bu Lingkun could climb up the pole. He was tired of staying in the Xianledu branch of Chuzhou.

"Our equipment is imported, with excellent quality, which is definitely a hundred times stronger than those idle organizations. And with Brother Jin Li, the team is very easy to capture."

Bu Lingkun is the temporary responsibility of replacing the old man surnamed Jin. The Jin Li he mentioned is actually the leader of the team that Xianledu assisted the Ku Ding this time, or the captain. He should be the junior of the old man surnamed Jin, the kind who is not a kiss, and the national face is not burly, but his body is very well-proportioned, so he undoubtedly has a family son.

This person rarely speaks, and his subordinates should have cooperated with him. They can understand each other in just a few words and actions. If they hadn't asked in advance, Ku Ding would have thought that this was a group of veterans.
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