Douluo's Stalking Lottery System

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"How... how could this happen."

Seeing the Templar who had cultivated the Eight Door Dunjia and almost opened the four doors before him died tragically, Platinum Bishop Salas was a little panicked and a little confused.

The script shouldn’t be written like this!

After Platinum Bishop Salas's complexion changed slightly, he was finally a person who had seen the world before. He quickly calmed down. He came to the body of the Templar Duncan in three and two steps. When he squatted down, he probed with his fingers. After taking a sniff, there was no life left, and it seemed hopeless.

Platinum Bishop Salas did not have a trace of pity on his face, but directly stripped away the armor worn by the Templar.

Don't get me wrong, he is not a pervert, he just intends to see why the Templar suddenly burst his chest and died.

After removing the armor and jacket, what appeared in front of the platinum bishop Salas was a devastated bloody mouth. The breastbone and internal organs in the chest cavity were all mixed together. It was already completely different, just like chewed jelly in the same pool, and like a baby. It’s hard to discern what caused all this.

After a sigh, Platinum Bishop Salas secretly said in his heart:

"It's a long way to go! It seems that although this eight-door Dunjia stunt is strong, the potential risk is also unusually high. If you practice rashly, I'm afraid you will end up like him."

"If it looks like this, at this time tomorrow, I have to continue into the dream world and continue to dig out Yang Ming's details and experience in the Bamen Dunjia cultivation."

As the saying goes, the wool of the mattress is cool for a while, and the mattress is always cool.

Obviously, Platinum Bishop Salas had difficulty catching Yang Ming, and naturally he would not let him go easily.

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At the same time, the other side.

As the leader of the investigation team, Ning Fengzhi stayed in the morgue with a group of people. From morning to late at night, he had been investigating the cause of Feng Xiaotian's death and possible potential murderers.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Feng Xiaotian who was lying in the coffin, frowning in the shape of Sichuan, frowning.

Although Feng Xiaotian seemed to be dead, Ning Fengzhi's instinct told him that this matter was not as simple as it seemed.

Ning Fengzhi would never have thought that Feng Xiaotian was in a suspended animation. He could only rack his brains to ponder and think about the real murderer and the murder clues behind it, but obviously, after a busy day, he didn't have a job. result.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong walked in from outside holding a basket and said with a smile:

"Dad, you have worked hard, I know you will work late, and you don't even have time to eat dinner, so I boiled it and cooked it for you."

As he said, Ning Rongrong put down the basket and displayed the food one by one.

Garlic pork ribs, scrambled eggs with tomato, cold loofah, carrot and egg soup are all very common dishes.

Ning Rongrong obediently served a bowl full of rice, with the tempting aroma of rice lingering on it. At first glance, he knew that it was fine food from Soto City. Ordinary people are generally not willing to eat it. They are usually nobles. Will carefully select such food.

"Hey hello."

Ning Fengzhi took the job, and the exhaustion on his face was wiped away. At a glance, he could see the careful thoughts of his daughter from the family.

"When did our little witch be so sensible, she would actually cook for Dad? I guess it's because of your little man?"

There is a kind of father if there is a daughter.

Ning Rongrong was embarrassed by his father, a shame and dry red appeared on his face, and said,

"Dad, see what you said, can't it be that people are now sensible and have learned to honor your old man?"

"If it's true, then Dad will be moved a bit." Ning Fengzhi exclaimed, and said, "Let Dad have a taste first. How good is your meal?" 22wenxuew.com

Before the words fell, he had picked out a piece of garlic-scented pork ribs and threw it into his mouth, chewing it a little.

Ning Rongrong looked at Ning Fengzhi with expectant eyes, and saw that his face began to change gradually from the beginning of his carelessness, just like the face of Sichuan opera, from red to purple.

The ribs are fresh ribs, but the problem is that as a daughter, Ning Rongrong has never cooked before. Today is still the first time to cook. You can imagine how it will taste.

Ning Fengzhi took a bite, and only felt that what he was eating was not the ribs, but the whole sea. The saltiness simply broke through the sky, the salty and bitter one.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and muttered in his heart:

"This is my own, this is my own, this is my own..."

Immediately, Ning Fengzhi contained the salty taste of salt, and smiled bitterly:

"Rongrong, how much salt did you put in?"

Ning Rongrong also seemed to realize that he had done something wrong, with his small head drooping, he gestured with the palm of his right hand, and whispered:

"that is all."

Ning Fengzhi's complexion became stiff. What her daughter meant was that she put a slap in the mouth of salt?

Oh my God!

Ning Fengzhi felt his tongue feel bitter, so he simply held up the bowl of radish and egg soup, intending to moisten his throat and quench his thirst by the way.

But as soon as he drank the soup into his mouth, Ning Fengzhi realized that he was wrong, and that he was wrong.

Is this really soup?

How can it be so sweet?

This time I don’t need to ask, it must be my daughter who used sugar as salt and put too much...

Ning Fengzhi silently put down the tableware and chopsticks. He swears that he would rather starve to death, jump from here, and never eat his daughter's food again!

"Dad." Ning Rongrong was like a kid who did something wrong, cautiously said, "Is it okay for me to cook food?"

Ning Fengzhi's heart twitched, but after another thought, this was the first time her daughter had cooked food for herself. She could not discourage the child's enthusiasm. This would only make her feel frustrated.

Well, it was actually Ning Fengzhi who was making excuses for petting his daughter.

"Very... delicious!"

Ning Fengzhi said, ignoring his conscience.

"Really?" The worries on Ning Rongrong's face were swept away, and he was surprised: "Dad, do I really cook delicious food?"

"Really!" Ning Fengzhi nodded definitely.

"That's the case." Ning Rongrong picked up the food and brought it to Ning Fengzhi's mouth, with a sincere smile on his face, but at the moment Ning Fengzhi dozed off, his eyes looked like a witch's smile, and said: "Dad, if you like it, you will be more. Eat some."

Ning Fengzhi wanted to slap himself in the face, and see what you said just now!

Despite Ning Rongrong's repeated enthusiasm for feeding, Ning Fengzhi resisted the tears and ate up the food given by his daughter.

After finishing, Ning Fengzhi still ignorant of conscience, said:

"It's so fragrant!"