Bone King's Universal Grocery

Chapter 27
"Misha, come to my house for dinner tonight! My grandpa's cooking is really delicious."

"Don't go."

"Then come tomorrow night?"

"Not going tomorrow either."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

Misha: "."

"Misha, why don't you come? Didn't you like the dishes inside when you ate bento with me at noon today?" Lina asked angrily with her small mouth pursed.

"There's no reason, I just don't want to go." Misha replied very coldly.

Lina still heard that just as she was about to continue persuading, she saw the housekeeper standing at the school gate, and at the same time Misha also saw Li Hong.

Misha waved her hand at Lina, and trotted to Li Hong.

Li Hong looked at Lina who looked reluctant and said with a smile, "Misha, your friend seems to be very reluctant to part with you!"

"Hmph! She doesn't want to part with me. She wants to abduct me to her house. Brother, let's go! I'm afraid she will let her housekeeper kidnap me later." After speaking, Mi Xia pulled Li Hong by force. left.

When they got home, Mi Xia went to change clothes first, while Li Hong took out the prepared French fries and ketchup from the storage ring and put them on the dining table.

When Misha came to the restaurant, his eyes were immediately attracted by the golden French fries on the table.

"Wow! Brother, is this your dish? It's so beautiful."

"It's beautiful! This is specially prepared by my brother for you. It's called French fries. Remember to dip it in the ketchup over there when you eat it."

Misha nodded excitedly, picked up a French fries dipped in a little ketchup and stuffed it into his mouth.

Misha's eyes lit up as the French fries entered the mouth. The mellow aroma of potatoes and the sweet and sour tomato sauce made Misha feel like his heart would melt.

One after another, Misha soon ate up the large plate of French fries on the table.

Misha licked her fingers, looking unsatisfied.

Seeing this, Li Hong said: "Mixia, French fries are fried food, eating too much is not good for your health, and according to your usual meal size, a plate of French fries is enough to fill you up, you can't develop violent food. habit of overeating."

Mi Xia was a little disappointed when she heard the words, but she was a very sensible child, and she didn't argue for a second plate. She washed her hands and went back to her room to do her homework.

On the other side, in the small courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, the old man who bought the auxiliary practice scrolls with Li Hong was playing with these scrolls with great interest. After hesitating for a while, the old man inspired the new version of the auxiliary practice scrolls that Li Hong sent .

After spinning around for a while, the old man found himself suddenly appearing in an attic. Opposite him was a beautiful woman in a white shirt. This woman was holding a pen with him and muttering words.

The old man didn't like contact with strangers very much, he frowned and let go of his hand, the pen lost a support point and fell straight down.

The pretty woman facing the old man turned pale with fright. She glared at the old man, and when she was about to say something, a blush suddenly appeared on the cuff of her white shirt.

The bright red spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. The woman was frightened, and quickly took off her white shirt and threw it on the ground.

Under the woman's horrified eyes, the white shirt on the ground gradually turned blood red.

The blood-red shirt suddenly floated up, and a voice came from inside the shirt: "Why do you put down your pens?"

The woman was so frightened that she couldn't speak, while the old man watched all this with great interest, without any intention of answering.

The pen fairy in the blood-red shirt was furious, rolled up the woman with his sleeve, threw her from the attic window, and then turned to look at the old man.

At this time, the old man suddenly discovered that the red shirt just now had turned into a black-haired, distorted facial features, ferocious face, and a red-clothed blood-like female ghost.

Startled, the old man subconsciously took a step back.As soon as he retreated, the old man's foot was actually empty. He turned around quickly and found that there was an abyss behind him.

The old man snorted coldly, intending to mobilize his spiritual power to suppress the pen fairy in front of him, but what he didn't expect was that the powerful power he was usually proud of had disappeared.

The corner of the pen fairy's mouth twitched into an evil smile, and he pushed the old man down with a wave of his long sleeve.

Without spiritual power, the old man naturally couldn't fly in the air. After more than a minute of free fall, the old man finally landed. The moment he landed, the old man clearly felt the pain of bones being broken, accompanied by a scream of pain. The figure of the old man called appeared in the attic again.

The pain in his body suddenly disappeared, and the old man let out a long sigh of relief, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.With this rubbing, the pen on the table fell down again.

The old man's complexion changed drastically, he opened the door of the attic, turned around and ran, after going down hundreds of stairs, the old man realized something was wrong, he seemed to be running on a flight of stairs all the time!

It's a pity that the old man discovered it too late, and the same question as before rang in his ears: "Why did you put down your pen?" Then the old man's eyes went dark and he lost his intuition.

When the old man opened his eyes, he found that he was back in the attic again. This time, the old man resisted the fear in his heart and did not let go of the pen, but the woman on the opposite side suddenly let go, holding a book in his hand. He threw the scissors madly at him, and the moment he was stabbed to death by the woman, the old man heard a familiar whimpering sound: "Whim, why don't you let go?"

After repeating this cycle for more than ten times, the old man broke down completely, gave up resistance altogether, and jumped from the window of the attic before being killed by the red-clothed ghost. This jump made the old man feel dizzy. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had already returned to another courtyard.

The old man trembled with excitement, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, calmed down, and then planned to settle the score with Li Hong.

But what the old man didn't expect was that as soon as he got up, he found that his mental power had increased by about [-]%.

Don't underestimate the one percent. At the old man's level of cultivation, a one percent improvement in mental power is no less than two years of hard work for him. The old man hurriedly sat down cross-legged to practice.

A few hours later, the old man opened his eyes, and the improvement in his cultivation made him feel refreshed.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and praised sincerely: "This scroll really lives up to its reputation. Ordinary auxiliary training scrolls are useless to seventh-level swordsmen and magicians, let alone me. But the scroll made by that brat actually It can increase my spiritual power by [-]%, which is really extraordinary!"

Then the old man turned his gaze to the other three scrolls.

"Md, your cultivation base is in danger of Mid-Autumn Festival, and you have the ability to scare me to death!" After finishing speaking, the old man gritted his teeth and inspired Zhenzi's version of the auxiliary practice scroll.

(End of this chapter)