Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Yun Jun was very happy these days, and he also accepted himself as the great grandfather. After listening to Di Bo's explanation, he didn't blame him for not looking for his parents immediately. After all, this should be his own business. Now he With her strength becoming stronger, she has the responsibility to find her father, and both Fan Tianluo and Mo Xingchen will go to the devil's office, so everyone can go together at that time, and there will be a support.

Di Bo also told him not to worry, and to go with Fan Tianluo after three years. At that time, Di Bo can also go to search with them, which is more secure. Yes, besides, he still has one wish, that is, to meet Fan Tianluo, the little girl who saved him twice and always smiled kindly at him. I wonder what she will look like in three years?

Time flies like an arrow, time flies like a shuttle, winter goes to spring, and it goes by in a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, three years have passed.

The walls on both sides of the Fanmen courtyard are covered with green climbing grass, which looks like a deep house, revealing a sense of time passing.

On this day, a scorching smell suddenly wafted from Fanmen's kitchen, and a curse was muttered.

"Don't eat it, don't eat it! What sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake, can this still be eaten?" Di Bo was so angry that his beard was raised when he saw the scorched sticky stuff in his pot.

"Grandpa, you must have made a mistake. Xiao Luo's menu says that it should be delicious when it is fried!" Who will the former Yunjun be?

"Damn girl, the old man didn't make it like this on the menu. She must have written the wrong steps!" Di Bo looked at the long menu next to him. He cherishes it like a treasure, and when he has time, he will nest in the kitchen and tinker. The kitchen has been burned down by him several times, but he is still very proud, because he can cook all kinds of colors and flavors, except for the simplest dessert. Osmanthus rice cake.

When Di Bo was about to throw away the black rice cake, he suddenly froze and said anxiously: "Hey, the little girl is about to leave the customs!"

"What!" Yun Jun immediately came out from under the stove with a look of joy.

"Little girl is going out, let's go and have a look." Di Bo immediately patted the dust on his body, and a gust of wind swept Yun Jun up and disappeared into the kitchen.

On the fifth floor of the valley building, in Fantianluo's practice room, Fantianluo, who had been locked up for three years, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at everything that was familiar and strange before her eyes, and the corners of her mouth suddenly opened.

First stretched fiercely, yawned, and then slowly stood up from the tuanpu, surprised in her heart, this kind of cultivation is really amazing, she didn't eat or drink for three years, her body seemed to be in a state of concentration , but the blood is still flowing happily, so you won't feel any discomfort in your legs or feet when you stand up.

The three-year retreat was completely different from the three-year retreat at the Holy Academy. She did not practice alchemy, but she practiced battle qi, soul power, and spiritual power together. Di Bo gave her what she did every day. The medicinal materials are slowly refined and distributed into the three energies to add harmony and coherence.

Because the energy released by the medicinal materials is very powerful, she had to concentrate on observing the changes in her body, feel the changes in energy, and feel that she is slowly becoming stronger.

It's been three years to the outside world, but she feels that it doesn't seem to be that long, and everything before is still close in front of her eyes.