Zhan Yue - Chapter 1660

[Chapter Thirty-Eight]

Stepping into the door, a slightly morbid young man in casual clothes stood there, today He Xi Ding Muchen.

“Father.”

This inner demon did not have the ill-will of many previous inner demons. On the contrary, it appeared polite and polite, and slowly saluted a clasped fist of a military warrior in the game, saying, “Ding Muchen sees his father!”

Old Ding nodded: “Don’t be so polite.”

“Ok.”

Ding Muchen nodded, glanced at the many female protagonists behind Lao Ding, and said with a smile, “Who are these?”

“Introduce yourself?” Lao Ding said.

“good.”

Lin Yixin stepped forward first: “”Unparalleled Online Games”, heroine, fantasy, Lin Yixin.”

Lin Wan’er smiled and said, “”Dragon Slaying”, the heroine, Cang Tong, Lin Wan’er.”

Dongchengyue pursed her red lips and said with a smile, “”Dragon Slaying”, the second female, Cang Yue, Dongchengyue.”

“Oh?”

Ding Muchen touched his nose and said with a smile, “I thought the second daughter of Dragon Slaying was Yue Qingqian…”

“Depend on!”

Dongchengyue stomped her feet in anger.

Su Xiran chuckled: “Okay, cheerleaders, don’t tease them, will you?”

“Ok.”

Ding Muchen took advantage of the situation to move out of the way, Gong Xun said with a smile: “Father, and everyone, please come to the living room, Tang Yun and Xi Ran, I plan to spend the rest of our lives here, and I didn’t learn anything else, so I just learned to make tea. I knew my father was coming, so I prepared a jar of top-grade Biluochun for everyone to try.”

“Ok.”

Lao Ding walked side by side with Ding Muchen and said, “Is it really here now?”

“Yes……”

Ding Muchen smiled awkwardly: “After Fusu left, I have nothing to do, so let’s just pass by~~~”

Lao Ding was stunned: “Isn’t it? I remember that at the end of Skywalk, I asked you, Xiran, and Lin Che to go to the Intercontinental Hotel Beichen with the theme of the Yueheng series. Didn’t you stay as the chairman?”

“Tired and tired, who wants to drive…” Ding Muchen said lazily.

Old Ding patted his forehead.

A few MMs covered their mouths and snickered, Ding Muchen, this inner demon is indeed different from others. If there is a faint dark air lingering around, everyone will regard him as the White Ding Team, not the Black Ding Team in front of him. .

…

In the living room and tea house, a group of people sat down.

Ding Muchen began to boil water and make tea, very skilled, and it could be seen that he was already a very Buddhist demon.

“Try it.”

Ding Muchen pushed the cup, one cup per person.

The first sip of Biluochun has a strong fragrance, and the aftertaste is very sweet. People like Lao Ding who don’t know how to drink tea think it’s delicious, and nodded: “It’s really a bit of a skill.”

Ding Muchen smiled awkwardly and continued to make tea.

Su Xiran sat aside and treated guests as the host, helping Ding Muchen to boil water and wash cups.

…

For a moment.

Ding Muchen looked up at Lao Ding and said, “Dad, you know, Ding Muchen is my father’s last bond. After leaving Wuyuan, my father must go to the real place of return.”

“Homecoming…”

Old Ding frowned: “What is that place?”

“The place where father’s heart goes.”

Ding Muchen smiled slightly: “Why do you need to ask me, I’m not a father, how would I know.”

He thought about it and said: “Yun’er has left Wuyuan, so he must be busy with this matter. In short, my father is here today, just eat, drink and sleep, don’t worry about other things, as long as there is something I, Ding Muchen, stand alone.”

Lin Yixin squinted her beautiful eyes, looked at the legendary “Today and He Xi”, and said with a smile, “Team Ding really doesn’t look like a demon.”

“Oh?”

While making tea, Ding Muchen smiled and said, “The demons in my heart are nothing more than a hurdle in my heart. My demons come from afar, not from my father, from those malicious people, not from you, so this makes sense. ?”

“Almost mean.”

“what.”

Ding Muchen smiled and said, “It’s like the sensational ending of Zhanyue, some readers said it almost meant it?”

Lao Ding immediately blushed and had a thick neck: “This is a heartbreaker…”

“Oh?”

Ding Muchen smiled and asked, “Father can talk about it.”

Lao Ding calmly said: “The original intention of writing Zhanyue is actually to organize the timeline so that all the stories have a context. As for the stories of Lu Li, Lin Xi and Yilu, I didn’t really want to write too much sensationalism. Otherwise, the main story will definitely have to change the plot, and if readers really want to cry and feel almost meaningless, they can wait for the next book.”

“Farewell, goodbye…”

Su Xiran smiled and said, “Team Ding and Fusu aren’t enough for everyone to cry miserably? Father is also a five-footed man with strong blood. Don’t always lie to everyone’s tears, it’s not kind.”

“Oh shit……”

Lao Ding was a little exasperated: “A five-foot man is too much!”

“Hahaha~~~”

Lin Yixin laughed so hard that she took Lao Ding’s arm and said, “Is my father very angry, do you want me to ask Su Xiran, the heroine of Tianxing, for you?”

Su Xiran rolled her eyes: “A top swordsman asked Nanny Jian, isn’t this bullying?”

“That’s it.”

…

Ding Muchen poured tea for Lao Ding again and said with a smile, “Xiran, father, Lin Yixin, Lin Wan’er, and Dong Chengyue are all new arrivals, so it should be the first time in Wuyuan, right? Buy some ingredients, some rabbits, etc., and cook some meat for my father at night, I want to have a good drink with my father.”

“Well, okay!”

Su Xiran got up and said with a smile, “Father, I’ll go to work for a while, let’s see you at dinner.”

“good.”

…

Two hours later, dinner time.

Just eat in the lobby, one pot of stewed rabbit meat, one pot of squatting big fish, two pots are enough for everyone to eat, in addition, Su Xiran cooked some chicken and fried a few local vegetarian dishes, all of which are excellent dishes with wine. , Ding Muchen took out two bottles of Maotai from his collection, and wanted to have a drunken break with Lao Ding, while Su Xiran took some red wine and had a drink with Lin Yixin, Lin Waner, and Dongchengyue.

One of the cooks in charge of the stew pot went down, and everyone was left, so it started.

The meat is delicious, and the wine is spicy.

It is rare for Lao Ding to have such an opportunity. Those who accompanied him used to be his beloved characters. Now they are sitting beside them alive, so they have one cup after another with Ding Muchen. In less than half an hour, a bottle of Maotai was killed. When Ding Muchen opened the second bottle, Lin Yixin frowned and said, “Ding Muchen, don’t drink any more, my father only has such a small amount of alcohol, so he can’t make him get drunk, you demon won’t kill people. , Are you trying to kill someone with alcohol?”

“Will not.”

Ding Muchen shook his head, his voice turned into a thread of silk and entered Lin Yixin’s ears: “Trust me, it may be better for my father when I’m drunk, the devil playing today is definitely not my Ding Muchen… If my father is drunk, he will In dreamland, that disgusting thing will no longer be able to punish my heart and disgust my father.”

Lin Yixin was dubious: “I will definitely guard my father today, it doesn’t matter if I stay up all night.”

Ding Muchen chuckled: “It doesn’t matter, I can rest assured that my father has you, Lin Yixin, by his side.”

So, I opened another bottle of Maotai.

Although it is said that Ding Muchen drank a lot and Lao Ding drank less, but after the two bottles were finished, Lao Ding drank at least half of the bottle. In fact, this has already exceeded his alcohol limit in recent years, half a bottle of white wine and one bottle of red wine. This is the limit of Lao Ding. Once it is exceeded, I am afraid that he will not remember his surname, which is always the case.

…

Around ten o’clock in the evening.

Everyone went back to their rooms. Old Ding was sleeping soundly, while Lin Yixin was wearing armor, holding a long sword and a dagger, and keeping her eyes dim by the window. She was too worried about each other today.

The night in Wuyuan was quiet, and the lights of the guesthouses in the distance had been turned off, leaving the world in darkness and chaos.

But at this moment, a horn sounded from a distance, and it seemed that there was the sound of horses’ hooves. Looking from a distance, under the starlight, there were rows of cavalry soldiers with blood-red brilliance all over the mountains approaching the village, and just above the mountains in the distance, A giant figure dozens of meters high appeared in the moonlight, holding a blood-colored giant hammer in his hand, and the earth trembled with every step he took.

“coming.”

A ray of white light appeared outside the window. It was Lin Wan’er. She had transformed into a Yueling fighting form, holding two blades and carrying a treasured umbrella behind her. She said lightly, “How is your father?”

“Father is asleep.”

Lin Yixin frowned: “What is this here? It’s not like a knight on call, but a regular army of the Purgatory Legion.”

“Whatever comes, we must block it.”

…

At this moment, a figure like a god suddenly sounded from the sky.

“Comeer, stop!”

A figure appeared on the roof of the inn in front of him. Under the moonlight, he was dressed in military armor, holding a long sword with bright light, and hunting with a cloak behind him. It was Ding Muchen’s inner demon.

“Jie Jie…”

In the sky, countless black figures flew over, and upon closer inspection, a large group of gargoyles were approaching the village.

“court death?”

When Ding Muchen raised his hand, a ray of white sword light swept across the air, splitting into countless paths in an instant, and all the gargoyles in the sky were chopped into pieces, and a rain of blood fell outside the village.

…

“Tsk tsk…”

In the distance, a figure wearing a Confucian shirt landed on the roof of Ding Muchen dozens of meters away, holding an old-fashioned tape recorder in his hand, thinking: “In Xia Fan Yi, see Mr. He Xi today, this time I’m here. This is not for anything else, nor is it to assassinate Lost Leaves, such a false thing is something that my Confucian disciples should do, it’s just…”

He stretched out his head to look at Lao Ding’s room and said, “Is Lord Lost Leaves here? If he is, Xiao Fan wants to present a song here.

Ding Muchen held the long sword, full of sword intent: “Are you looking for death?”

Fan Yi laughed again and again, “It doesn’t matter, it’s all here, it must be played.”

Saying that, he put the recorder on the roof and pressed the play button.

…

Immediately, the song inside began to echo—

We who don’t know how to express love and hatred

I thought it was just an old rumor

How painful is separation, how intense is the pain

When dreams are buried in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River

Heartbroken to understand

…

“Damn things!”

Ding Muchen swooped in with a sword and directly smashed the recorder into pieces. At this moment, Ding Muchen was furious.

“Yoah~~~”

Fan Yi pulled away and quickly retreated, his body turned into a stream of light and flew towards the mountains, but he saw that there were dozens of giant mountain thrones rising from the mountains, and Fan Yi laughed and said: “It’s natural to understand. Understand, Ding Muchen, this Jiangnan is you, but Su Xiran, and the humiliation in his heart of losing leaves, but do you really dare to face it? Behind me, there are dozens of thrones from all walks of life, you dare to come?”

“Damn…”

Ding Muchen gently swung his long sword, his cloak was flying behind him, and there was a smile on his mouth: “This battle has nothing to do with life or death, but my father’s inner demon, I, Ding Muchen, will kill it alone!”

Today and tonight, he rushed towards the distant mountains like a meteor falling to the ground, without turning back.

“Help Ding Muchen!”

Lin Yixin, Lin Waner, Dongchengyue, Su Xiran and others turned into streamers and rushed towards the distant mountains.

…

In front of the window, everyone thought that he was drunk, but the old man who was not drunk, just looked at the distant mountains from the window. Under the moonlight, he burst into tears.

Inhumane too!