Lord of the Low Version System

On the planet Terra, Xi Tong opened his eyes slyly, because he felt that the pieces of the world's strange objects on his body shook slightly.

This thing has never moved, but this time, across countless worlds, it suddenly moved a bit, and even sent out a kind call.

The humanoid emperor and Xitong's ontology are integrated through blood connections and spiritual resonance, and this call is naturally transmitted through Xitong as a bridge.

So Xitong knows what it is better than anyone.

Xi did not wait for Su Daqiang to open the cloth bag, and Xi Tong pressed it with one hand.

"Mr. Su, your nephew worshipped under my door. It stands to reason that we are a family, so why don't you say two things. See you, see you!"

But Su Daqiang shook his head firmly.

"Master, because you are a family, you have to listen to me more."

Xi Xiong's hand pressed the cloth bag, it seemed that Su Daqiang was not allowed to open, but actually he did not want Su Daqiang to take it back.

"What do you say."

Su Suqiang recalled for a few seconds, "In ancient times, my Su family was also a big family ..."

In a nutshell, Su Jiazuo was too broad. As for how wide, Su Daqiang could not say, and his ancestors were unclear.

I just had a big accident thousands of years ago, the mountains and rivers were broken, the smoke was everywhere, I don't know how many families like Su family fell overnight.

Su Daqiang didn't know where the Su family had been mixing up. He only knew that, starting from his memory, Grandpa hit the iron in Shilipo and hit it all his life.

As for this cloth bag, his grandfather gave it to his father before his death, and his father gave it to him before his death.

Su Daqiang didn't know what it was, but only learned from the last words of his ancestors that it was the hope of Su's revitalization.

However, Su Daqiang was very skeptical.

Su Su's family has become like this bear, and it is also rejuvenating. The talents in front of it are Su's hope for rejuvenation.

Before his death, Su Daqiang felt that there was no return, and he planned to dedicate heirloom to the master, but because of his father's last words, he did not take immediate action.

But the behavior of the eldest son and second son broke his heart this time. At the same time, the strength shown by the third son made him firm his mind.

The youngest son is Su's hope for revitalization. Everything next to him is empty. The younger son's prosperity is more important than anything.

The only thing that Su Daqiang is worried about now is that the ancestors casually messed up their grandchildren with a junk thing, or the valuable things in the eyes of the ancestors were worthless in the eyes of superiors.

After all, an expert can easily change a table of delicious dishes, into a jar that can cook rice, a fan that can fan the wind, and it is likely to look down on earthly vulgar things.

Xi Xitong Shunshui pushed the boat to pick up the cloth bag, and did not take it apart.

"Send the goose feathers thousands of miles, the gift is light! It's worthwhile, leave this thing with me."

Su Daqiang felt a joy in her heart, and then she was slightly lost.

Master Gao did not even take a look at it, and it is estimated that he will not look at it in the future. It is estimated that there is nothing in the bag.

Sending goose feathers thousands of miles away, the gift is light and affectionate, it is worthy of being an expert, just saying a word can make people incomprehensible.

At the same time, the slain iron sword faction from the hundred miles away, the eldest son and the second child of the Su family nodded and bowed in front of a young man in a Chinese suit, which was extremely charming.

"Second Brother, look at this dish, as thin as a cicada's wings, as light as light, but with jade brilliance and whiteness. This thing is definitely a fairy baby."

"Second Brother, look at this spoon, look at the pattern above. This big birthday peach doesn't look like the legendary prince of the West Queen? Look at the bird next to it like the legendary blue bird? I'm sure this spoon There are secrets about the Kunlun Mountains, secrets of Peach, secrets of longevity ... "

Xi Tong had eaten at Su Daqiang's house before. The rice cookers were given away directly, and the plates and saucers were naturally left there.

However, Xi Tong never expected that the two brothers could still draw a few spoons, saucers and other small things under their noses, and the ability to hold sheep by hand was also absolute.

The man named Brother Er looks less than thirty years old, born innocent, fat and big ears. At first glance, he is a senior junior.

He was focusing on dealing with a roasted lamb leg. He didn't catch a cold on the second brother of the Su family, but after seeing the exquisite spoon and saucer, a pair of small eyes were instantly rounded.

Hearing the words of Queen Mother Xi, Tao Tao and the like, he muttered a spit, and threw the roasted lamb leg directly, and threw it into the arms of the boss of Su family.

The boss of the family Su Su didn't dislike it either, he opened his mouth and took a bite, ate his mouth full of blood, and then praised the deliciousness with conscience.

Brother Er Er, although obese, was not stupid. He wiped his hands on his clothes and immediately picked up the tableware to play.

"Where did this thing come from, and how much more?"

After squinting his eyes, he asked again, "No, we have a tight balance in life. How could such a good thing be given to me?"

Su Su's boss and second child immediately knelt on the ground, banging their heads.

"Second Brother Ming Jian, our brothers admire you very much. They look at Qingsong and Mingyue every day, and look forward to one day being able to be a walking dog under your door, but they are suffering from things that have not been donated. This is what we have to wait until today."

Brother Er Er laid the tableware on the table next to him.

"Say, what do you want me to do?"

I was pierced and my second brother Su was not embarrassed, but looked around.

Brother Er Er nodded his head immediately, motioning to the disciples around to stand down.

"Second Brother, it is also ugly to say. We only knew this time when we went home that there was a family heirloom handed down from generation to generation-a jar that would cook its own meals."

"Yes, yes, that bad old man is so bad, he left everything good to his younger son, but pity that we two are away from home, ca n’t eat enough, do n’t get warm, and are often bullied ..."

Brother Er Er waved his hands impatiently. He had already been attracted by the "Jungle capable of cooking". He heard that the second child Su was crooked and could not wait to kick him out.

"Rest assured, follow me later, who would dare bully you up and down the Iron Sword Sect?"

After he finished speaking, he licked his lips. "What jar is that, is there enough food to cook? Is it delicious?"

First ask if you eat enough or not ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then ask if it's delicious or not, the second brother is really particular about people.

The old nature of Wu Su's family opened his mouth: "I don't know. The cooking jars are magically tight. Just put a handful of rice, a bowl of water, and then say a curse, and there will be a steady stream of rice porridge."

"My dad took a nap, and the porridge that popped up filled the house and went out. The neighbors in the neighborhood had to eat a way if they wanted to go out."

Brother Er Er took a sip of saliva. He loved to eat it, but he had never eaten it so fast-full of porridge in the house, full of porridge in the street, don't even think about going out if you don't eat a way.

"Is there only porridge?"

当然 "Of course not! You can still cook rice! You can also make alchemy, right, right, and various elixir!"

Brother Erji rubbed his hands impatiently.

"Scream, fuck!"