Hearing this, Wei Yuan frowned slightly and finally waved his hand, "This matter is something, let's talk about it later. After I resolve this Palace of Light, I will return to the Demon Kingdom with you. I want to see which demon king with my mother dares to take care of the family affairs of my family and my mother!"

Although Wei Yuan had no friendship with his mother whom he had never met, he could not let go of Wei Zhengfeng's father. He could be happy and miserable, but his parents had miserable across the world. There was no such reason. So what about the demon king or the demon immortal. He really wanted to bring his mother back and share the joy of family with his father. Whoever stops him, don't blame him for turning against others. Even the demon king, Wei Yuan has never killed him! There are many time-honored stores in Shangjing City of Chu, such as time-honored pancakes and time-honored noodle stalls. It seems that as long as the word "old brand" is mentioned, it can attract a lot of business for the shop.

Old Man Xu runs such an old-fashioned bun shop. In the five years since he arrived in Beijing, this old man who is already over 60 years old dare not expect to have a son and half of his daughter. Even finding an old man seems to be an unattainable thing.

The location of the bun shop is not good, not as good as those of the business located in the downtown market, so the business has always been very light, and the daily income can only be achieved by barely living. However, Old Man Xu is still so happy selling buns. The loss is that some old customers come to take care of them when they see the old man is pitiful, otherwise he would have starved to death if he would have starved to death.

Everyone only knows that the old man in the bun shop is surnamed Xu, and they don’t know anything else. Who has experienced it? He has never heard of these things mentioned by him. I guess even this old man himself should have forgotten it.

On this day, Lao Xu got up early as usual, and just as dawn, he began to knead the dough in the small bun shop. Although the business was not very good, it was a business after all.

"Old Xu, what kind of stuffed buns are today?"

"Old Xu, let's kill another plate tonight. If you lose, please get a bowl of lees."

After the shop opened, the buns in the cage were steamed, and several neighbors, who were also in their sixties, came to chat with him. They were not unfamiliar with their words, and Lao Xu also greeted them with a silly smile on his face and sat down.

The old man didn't make buns well, but his popularity was very good. The neighbors who walked around the streets were happy to say a few words to him. Before leaving, he was buying some buns, and he was just taking care of the business.

But today is different from the past. There are two strange faces in this small bun shop, one man and one woman. The man is dressed in a ranger's clothes, and he looks just like a normal person and can't find it in the blink of an eye. He holds a sword that you can tell at a glance, but his temperament is unexpectedly extraordinary.

The woman covered her face tightly, but even so, her figure made Lao Xu, who had lived for almost his whole life, look straight at him.

However, in the eyes of the neighbors, Old Man Xu is a very honest person. He lives a cautious life all his life. It has never been reported that he has made enemies with anyone, and he has few quarrels, commonly known as cowards.

The cowardly old Xu only dared to glance at the woman's figure, and then dared to look at it again, and shouted, "Oh, what do you two want to eat?"

Although I am a bun shop, I can also have some authentic foods in Shangjing, such as pickled vegetables and porridge."

After the two-faced guests sat down, they just ordered a tray of buns. The common-clothed Ranger ate it on his own, and he couldn't tell whether it suited the taste. As for the woman, she had no intention of reaching out.

There were not many customers in the shop. After a few neighbors who had been able to negotiate bought buns and left, there was only one man and a woman who had eaten half of the buns and stopped continuing.

Old Xu looked at the two people in confusion, and the man seemed to be looking at him.

"Young Master, are you... knowing me?"

Lao Xu wiped his hands covered with flour with rag and asked curiously.

The golfer chuckled and suddenly spoke a name that shocked Lao Xu as if the rivers and seas were surging.

"Clean food!"

These two words are strange, but they are indeed the name of a person, and Lao Xu hasn't heard of this name for five years.

Although he was shocked so much that he did not show any signs of his face. Such a calm state of mind did not look like a lonely old man who could only make a living by selling buns.

"Is this young master saying that my bun is unpalatable?"

Old Man Xu still scratched his hair in disguise and smiled embarrassedly, "Maybe he is old and his skills have declined. If it were in the past, I..." "If it were in the past, you should be killing people instead of lurking in the capital as a spy."

The common-clothed Ranger still spoke lightly, with a small voice, but every word that came into Old Xu's ears was like thunder.

Although Old Xu still looked like he was not very clear, his eyes looked at the direction of the door and window intentionally or unintentionally, as if he was afraid that there would be ears in the partition walls.

These subtle changes could not escape the eyes of the Ranger'er. He chuckled and stopped beating around the bush. He took out something from his waist and threw it next to the half-pack of buns on the table, and spoke directly, "I am Wei Yuan."

Although this name is controversial and has mixed praises and criticisms throughout the world, no one can deny it. The word Wei Yuan can be said to be well-known in anyone's ears.

But this is just in the world of those big names. How could these Dousheng people in the alleys know about it? For them, they have a little more than two copper coins every day. They can save it to the tavern until the end of the month to make a pot of wine lees and go home with a simple meal and drink. This is already a big deal. They probably haven't heard of the name Wei Yuan.

But just as he saw clearly the object that Wei Yuan threw on the table, Old Man Xu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up at Wei Yuan, and said nothing for a while.

He naturally knew what it was. Now that the one that was placed with the half-pack of buns is the tissu waist brand of Haoguo Bantiansi.

The strange name that he just said from Wei Yuan belongs to him. No matter how old he is, no matter how forgetful he is, he is probably never able to forget this name in his life.

The centurion of the Yin Temple of the Great Kingdom's ban on Tiansi was placed in the Shangjing City of Chu. This lurked for five years. Under the nose of the stick, under the hands of Lu Qiu, who was as famous as Guanyu Hall and Jia Xianren, was known by the world as one of the three major poisonous butchers. Every word and action was like walking on thin ice. If you don't pay attention, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Over the years, are there few spies from other countries caught by sticks in the capital? Any one who ends up getting better is probably a luxury to seek a happy way of death.
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