Along with the changes in Yang Lao's body, the temperature of the surrounding air was rising sharply, and the roiling heat wave made Ji Dong's eyes go numb for a while.
Mr. Yang was very satisfied with Ji Dong's surprised expression, smiled slightly, and said: "How is it? Now I am qualified to taste the fine wine you made? Don't worry, I am not threatening you, I just want to tell you that I have changed you The ability of life. My name is Yang Bingtian, and I am the dean of the Lihuo College in Lihuo City. I have five crowns and a seventh-level master of the Binghuo Department."
While talking, he raised his right hand, and the white crown on his head slowly floated out and landed on his palm, but it didn't land on it, but slowly spun on his palm. Only then did Ji Dong see clearly that on the nine triangular tips of the crown, the five on the front were all branded with flame patterns. The last four did not. Are these five flame patterns the five crowns he mentioned
Ji Dong pointed to the crown on Old Yang's hand, and said dully: "Can you tell me first, what is it? Also, what is the seventh-level grand master of the five-crown Yang crown C-fire system you are talking about?" What do you mean? Why can’t I understand.”
This time it was Yang Bingtian's turn to be surprised, he stared at Ji Dong with wide eyes, as if he was looking at some monster, "You, you don't even know the magician Yin Yang Mian, do you?"
It was so hot, so hot, Ji Dong only felt that the scene in front of him was becoming more and more blurred, and the feeling of top-heavy made him shake slightly, but he still shook his head and murmured: "I don't know."
There was a hint of surprise in Yang Bingtian's eyes, "It's no wonder you don't know, begging for a living every day, you may not have come into contact with this level. Hey, what's wrong with you, little brother..."
Ji Dong's body no longer allowed him to persevere. He hadn't had a good meal in the past month, and his body was weak. At this time, he was roasted by the scorching heat in front of his eyes, and when his eyes went dark, he fell down. The last feeling was that my body seemed to be caught by someone, and it didn't hit the hard ground.
When Yang Bingtian caught Ji Dong's body, the vision on his body had disappeared. Feeling the weak blood in Ji Dong's body, he sighed softly, "This child seems to be a poor person, but I don't know how little he is. Why is he able to make such a strange cocktail at such a young age? Could it be that he is a down-and-out noble boy? Let’s take him back first and then we’ll talk about it.” At that moment, he picked up Ji Dong’s body, moved his feet slightly, and disappeared at the end of the street in the blink of an eye a few times. .
Ji Dong gradually regained consciousness after sleeping for an unknown amount of time. The rich aroma stimulated his keen sense of smell along with his breathing. This is... the smell of chicken soup
Slowly opened his eyes, the feeling of weakness did not completely disappear due to sleep. When he looked closely, Ji Dong found that he was lying in a strange place.
The windows are bright and clean, very tidy, the room is not very big, about 20 square meters, and it is not luxurious, it only has simple decorations. What attracts Ji Dong's attention most is the mural on the roof, which is a lifelike The fire phoenix, with a fiery red body, is full of vigor, and its wings are vibrating, as if it is about to break through the air and leave. The edge of the fiery red pattern is golden, which is somewhat similar to when he saw Yang Bingtian release red light before he fell into a coma. At this time, Ji Dong also came to his senses. It turned out that the light and shadow that appeared behind Yang Bingtian before was the fire phoenix!
"You're awake." Yang Bingtian's gentle voice sounded, and Ji Dong supported his body and sat up. He saw Yang Bingtian was sitting on the other side of the table next to the bed. There was a casserole and a plate of sauced meat on the table. and two buns. Then he lowered his head and looked at himself. At some point, the dirt on his body had been washed off, and he had put on clean clothes. The long-lost refreshing feeling could not help but cheer up Ji Dong's spirit.
Looking at the food on the table, Ji Dong said, "These are for me?"
Yang Bingtian smiled and nodded, "Eat something first, your body is very weak."
Ji Dong was also polite, picked up the empty bowl on the table, opened the casserole, and knew it was a pot of chicken soup without looking at him, his nose had already told him the answer.
To Yang Bingtian's surprise, although Ji Dong was obviously very hungry, he was not in a hurry when eating. He tore up steamed buns and put them in his mouth, but stopped after eating half of them. I only ate three or four thin slices. Instead, I drank two bowls of chicken soup. Although his eating movements are not as noble and elegant as nobles, but his natural movements give people a very harmonious feeling.
"Why don't you eat more?" Yang Bingtian asked.
Ji shook his head, "It's been a long time since I had a decent meal. There is too little oil and water in my stomach. Eating too much will be bad for your health."
After stopping Ji Dong's words, Yang Bingtian couldn't help being a little more surprised, this child's mentality is really mature! "Would you like to tell me about your business?"
Ji Dong looked at Yang Bingtian, two bowls of hot chicken soup entered his stomach, the warm feeling drove away the weakness, and he seemed to have some strength, "There is nothing to say, I come from a family that loves wine, I came here after my family broke up. You want to know why I can bartend, it's very simple, a family tradition."
Long before yesterday's action, Ji Dong had thought up his rhetoric. The more he said, the easier it would be to reveal his flaws, and the less he said, the better. He never thought that Yang Bingtian would not doubt his words, but what about doubts? His purpose is not his own identity.
Sure enough, after hearing Ji Dong's words, Yang Bingtian frowned slightly, and looked at Ji Dong carefully for a while, but it was hard for him to see anything from the calm look of excitement and sadness.
"It seems that you are a poor child."
Ji Dong put his hands on the table, and said in a deep voice, "I don't need mercy. You brought me back because you wanted me to make drinks for you."
Yang Bingtian looked at him with a half-smile, "Then would you like it?"
Ji Dong said: "Tell me first, what happened to those changes in your body yesterday, and what is the magician's yin and yang crown?"