The Demonic Land is Puozhou?

This conclusion made Li Banfeng a little confused.

Is there something wrong with me, or is there something wrong with the salesman?

You can think about things slowly, but the problem at hand must be solved as soon as possible.

He Caiyuan is still alive. Although his body is twisted into a knot, some of his joints are twitching.

He was not dead. This matter was easy to deal with. Li Banfeng picked him up and took him directly to his home.

But the big clam is also alive. Although there is no sign of life, he is indeed alive.

This clam is so big that it can't even fit in a room, not to mention the door of a portable room. How can he get it in?

It won't work if you don't send it in. This is a purebred Neizhou native. Even if you don't want to eat it, you can't let it attract bees and butterflies.

Try squeezing hard.

Li Banfeng opened the portable bag first, then grabbed the clam's head and dragged it inside.

Just one clam head filled up the door frame. Li Banfeng was still about to pull it in, but suddenly he heard a housekeeper shout: "Wait a minute!"

Li Banfeng asked: "What's wrong? Is the door broken?"

The host smiled scornfully: "Such good ingredients cannot be wasted like this. Just hide aside."

Ingredients?

When did the old man care about this?

Gloves laughed and said: "When you encounter something good, our old man is energetic!"

As the door frame of the house changed from straight to curved, the entire door began to twist.

Ge Jun's body also began to twist. First it was flattened, then stretched, and finally turned into a dumpling and entered the room.

This meat dumpling took up most of the space in the main room, and Li Banfeng's bed was moved to the second room by his companion.

But even though it was compressed into a dumpling, Li Banfeng still felt that the clam's body had become much smaller.

"Is the size of this clam wrong?" Li Banfeng asked in a low voice.

Glove smiled and said: "After passing the hands of our old man, is it still right? How about we go to the third room and have a look."

Li Banfeng entered the third room and saw that the oil drums on the floor were filled.

"Old man, where does this oil come from?"

The traveler smiled and said, "Clam oil can also be burned!"

It can actually be used as fuel. Neizhou people have many uses for it!

The record player shouted from the main room: "Sisters, our man has brought delicious food back. These clams are extraordinary. You won't lose if you eat them once in your life!"

Tang Dao rushed forward: "Mother, don't just think about the sisters, don't forget about the brothers!"

Sickle followed closely behind: "I am Da Dao, I stand in front, you stand behind."

Mengde got out of the calendar and waited quietly next to the meatballs.

The earring was recovering from a serious injury and her steps were not very flexible. The pendulum helped her to the side of the meatball.

Teapot shouted: "Who can help me? There was a fierce battle just now, and I was also injured."

Jiu Gourd sneered: "If it hurts you, don't eat it. Find a place to rest."

Li Banfeng asked Gloves: "Aren't you in a hurry?"

Gloves laughed and said, "Why are you so anxious? Who dares to use chopsticks before the eldest lady has finished eating? I will start after the eldest lady has finished eating. I guarantee it will be faster than them all."

"Hmph!" Judge Pen didn't know when he woke up. He didn't care if the record player allowed it or not, so he just dived into the meatballs first.

The music box was waiting nearby obediently, and the little copper figure on the turntable looked at the meatballs expectantly.

The record player took a bite of the clam soul, and regardless of the majesty of the mistress, shouted: "This clam is too delicious!"

Hong Ying frowned and said: "Eat quickly, you have a lot to do, so you have to eat alive!"

Honglian looked at Li Banfeng in the ninth room and gently unfolded the lotus leaves.

It's impossible to eat first, we can only hope that there will be more left for these hungry ghosts.

After the lady finished eating her soul, everyone moved their chopsticks together. Seeing the peaceful atmosphere of the family, Li Banfeng left the house with a smile.

He was also exhausted. Curry was too noisy, so he wanted to go back to his study and take a nap.

When he walked to the gate of the garden, Li Banfeng saw the couple still lying in the snowdrift.

Sleeping so deeply?

This is not possible. If they had no cultivation, they would freeze to death here.

Li Banfeng wanted to wake them up, but suddenly he heard two people talking quietly.

"Why am I in your arms?"

"I have no idea."

"Let me go and let me go."

"I won't let go."

The woman said: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go."

The man said: "I will never let you go, even if you let me go."

Li Banfeng said: "I'll count one, two, three, you two let go!"

The two closed their eyes, hugged each other tightly, and pretended to be asleep.

Call them annoying, but sometimes they are quite lovable.

Li Banfeng called a carriage, gave the driver some money, and asked the driver to take them to the inn.

Back at Yanshazhai, Li Banfeng was lying on the bed, his whole body numb and soft.

Too tired?

Not only was I tired, but there seemed to be a surge of strength in my body.

Is he about to be promoted?

It's possible!

After tonight's fierce battle and danger, the traveling cultivator's cultivation has improved a lot, and he should probably reach the eighth level.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Li Banfeng was about to fall asleep.

Did you forget something?

Forget it, I encountered too many things tonight, let’s think about it tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Li Banfeng ran as fast as he could to Willow Garden.

He remembered that he had forgotten something. He had forgotten the projector.

Because of the special combat method, the projector must be arranged at a predetermined location in advance to be effective. This made Li Banfeng sometimes forget to take it back.

The projector was still in the tree, firelight flickering behind the lens.

"Director Qi, you are back!"

Li Banfeng held the projector and said, "I'm back."

"Is the battle over?"

"it's over."

"Did we win?"

"Brother, we won!"

"That's good." The voice of the projector was a little weak, with fatigue, but also with the pride of a winner.

Last night, the projector saw the body of the big clam and the salesman easily defeated He Caiyuan.

But as long as Li Banfeng did not issue an order, the projector would not loosen at all. He would always stick to the tree and perform the cover mission meticulously.

Li Banfeng held the projector and opened the portable room with great concern, and found that the room was very tidy.

He asked tentatively: "Madam, have you finished eating?"

"listen--...""

The lady looked at the firelight behind the camera and sang slowly, "Brother Projector, why did you come back? It's cold outside, right?"

The projector replied: "Thank you madam for your concern. Am I late to come back?"

"Is it too late?" There was a hint of guilt in the record player's voice, "My dear husband, I am responsible for the soul. You can ask Yingying for the rest."

Li Banfeng looked at Hong Ying: "You all ate such a big clam?"

Hearing that Li Banfeng was angry, Hong Ying replied nervously: "I don't know that. I didn't see how big he was at the time. Ask Hong Lian, she's the best at it."
To be continued...