Along with the changes in Yang Lao's body, the temperature of the surrounding air was rising sharply, and the rolling heat wave made the things in front of Ji Dong's eyes feel faint.
Yang Lao was very satisfied with Ji Dong's surprised expression.
He smiled slightly and said, "How about now that I am qualified to taste the wine you made?
Don't worry, I'm not threatening you.
I just want to tell you that I have the ability to change your life."
Ability.
My name is Yang Bingtian, the dean of Lihuo Academy in Lihuo City.
As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and the white crown on his head slowly floated out and landed on his palm, but it did not fall into place, but slowly rotated 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 imprinted with flame patterns.
The last four don't.
Could these five flame patterns be the five crowns he mentioned?
Ji Dong pointed to the crown in Yang Lao's hand and said dullly: "Can you tell me first, what is this?
And what do you mean by the five-crown Yang crown and the seventh-level grandmaster of the Bing-fire system?"
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."
It was so hot, so hot.
Ji Dong felt that the scenery in front of him was getting blurry.
The top-heavy feeling made his body sway slightly, but he still shook his head and murmured: "I don't know."
There was a hint of surprise in Yang Bingtian's eyes, "No wonder you don't know, begging for a living every day, you may not have been exposed to this level.
Hey, what's wrong with you, little brother?"
Ji Dong's body no longer allowed him to persist.
He had not had a good meal in the past month.
In addition, his body was already weak, and his previous focus on bartending had almost exhausted his energy.
At this time, he was roasted by the scorching heat in front of him.
As soon as his vision went dark, he fell down.
The last feeling was that my body seemed to be caught by someone and did not 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 pitiful person, but he doesn't know that he is such a poor person."
Why can he make such a strange cocktail at such a young age?
Could it be that the down-and-out nobleman took him back first?"
At the 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.
He was so groggy that he didn't know how long he had slept, but Ji Dong gradually regained consciousness.
The rich aroma stimulates his keen sense of smell with his breathing.
This is the smell of chicken soup.
Slowly opening 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, and it is very tidy.
The room is not very big, about twenty square meters, and it is not luxurious.
It has only simple decoration.
What attracts Ji Dong's attention most is the mural on the roof, which is a lifelike bird.
The fire phoenix, with its whole body red in color, looks forward to its appearance, and its wings vibrate as if it is about to fly away through the sky.
The edge of the fiery red pattern is golden, which is somewhat similar to when he saw Yang Bingtian releasing red light before he fell into coma.
At this time, Ji Dong also woke up.
It turned out that the light and shadow that appeared behind Yang Bingtian was the Fire Phoenix.
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"You're awake."
Yang Bingtian's gentle voice sounded.
Ji Dong supported his body and sat up.
He saw Yang Bingtian sitting on the other side of the table beside the bed.
There was a casserole and a plate of sauced meat on the table.
And two steamed buns.
Looking down at himself again, he didn't know when the dirt on his body had been washed away, and he had put on clean clothes.
The long-lost sense of refreshment could not help but cheer up Ji Dong.
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 not polite.
He picked up the empty bowl on the table and opened the casserole.
He knew it was a pot of chicken soup without looking at it.
His nose had already told him the answer.
What surprised Yang Bingtian was that although Ji Dong was obviously very hungry, he was not in a hurry when eating.
He tore the steamed buns into his mouth bit by bit, and stopped after eating only half of it.
I only ate three or four thin slices.
I drank two bowls of chicken soup instead.
Although his eating movements are not as noble and elegant as those of nobles, his natural movements give people a very harmonious feeling.
"Why don't you eat more?"
Yang Bingtian asked.
Ji shook his head, "I haven't had a serious meal for a long time.
There is too little oil and water in my stomach.
Eating too much will be bad for the body."
After stopping Ji Dong's words, Yang Bingtian couldn't help but feel a little more surprised.
This child's mentality is really mature.
"Would you like to tell me about you?"
Ji Dong looked at Yang Bingtian and took two bowls of hot chicken soup into his stomach.
The warm feeling drove away the weakness a little, and he seemed to have some strength.
"There is nothing to say.
I come from a family that is passionate about wine.
I ended up living here after my family was ruined.
You want to know why I bartend?
It’s very simple, it’s a family tradition.”
Before yesterday's action, Ji Dong had thought up his rhetoric.
The more he said, the easier it would be to expose flaws.
The less he said, the better.
He never thought that his words would not make Yang Bingtian suspicious, but so what if he doubted it?
His purpose was not his own identity.
Sure enough, after listening to Ji Dong's words, Yang Bingtian frowned slightly and looked at Ji Dong carefully for a while, but it was difficult for him to tell anything from the excitement and plain expression that still contained a bit of pride and sadness.
"It seems that you are a miserable child."
Ji Dong put his hands on the table and said in a deep voice: "I don't need mercy.
You brought me back just because you wanted me to mix wine for you."
Yang Bingtian looked at him with a half-smile, "Then are you willing?"
Ji Dong said: "Tell me first, what happened to the changes in your body yesterday, and what is the magician's Yin and Yang Crown?"