Pan Deng knew that everyone had their own secrets, and he didn't dig into them.

He enthusiastically took out a pound of bacon hanging in the kitchen at home and said, "Brother Wu, let's eat something delicious at noon!"

Wu Heng smiled slightly and didn't say much.

It was just ordinary pork, but Panden regarded it as a treasure and regarded it as the best food to entertain his guests. It seems that this young man's life is really hard, and it must have taken a lot of money to treat his mother. Otherwise, a monk in the psychic realm would not bend his waist for five buckets of rice.

Taking this opportunity, Wu Heng took a cold shower and changed into clean clothes.

Since leaving the Ancient Relic Immortal Palace, Wu Heng has worn Xuanyuan Wu's own hand-sewn clothes, and he has brought many sets from the Ancient Relic Immortal Palace. Whenever he wears these white gowns sewn by his mother, he always feels warm in his heart, and at the same time feels very powerful.

Wu Heng wandered around the courtyard for a while, as if he had found a treasure, and his heart was very happy. The immortal realm is really extraordinary, and it is not the same level as Zhongzhou's aura. Just this ordinary small courtyard is already as strong as the aura of the Xuanyuan family headquarters, and the aura contains a very strong immortal power.

This is just a remote corner of the outer gate of the Heavenly Gate, if it is a holy place for cultivation at the inner gate of the Heavenly Gate, how strong should the aura be there?

Wu Heng couldn't imagine that kind of scene.

No wonder Pan Deng claimed that he was mediocre in talent, but he was able to reach the second psychic realm at the age of seventeen!

"Compared with the fairy land, Zhongzhou is really just a wasteland...... Wu Heng felt happy and lonely in his heart, and finally understood why those people outside the region would make the remarks that Zhongzhou is a wasteland.

When he was emotional, Pan Deng's urging voice came out, "Brother Wu, come into the room, it's time to eat!"

"Good!"

Wu Heng sat at a simple black table, a bowl of fried bacon with green peppers, and three bowls of white rice, which were simple but had the taste of home.

Pan Deng walked out from the back room holding a middle-aged woman's hand, his movements seemed cautious, for fear that the middle-aged woman would bump into it, and he was sincere and filial.

Seeing this, Wu Heng was quite moved.

"Hello aunt!" he quickly got up from his chair and bowed to the middle-aged woman.

"Hello kid. The middle-aged woman was dressed plainly, wearing a light blue cloth dress, her face was pale, but her eyes were very kind, and she smiled at Wu Heng. However, as soon as she sat down, she looked pained and coughed with her sleeve over her mouth.

Pan Deng gently patted his mother's back, showing a worried face, his mother's illness is getting worse and worse, but now he still can't scrape together enough money to buy the elixir. And the huge Tianmen Mountain would not care about such an inconspicuous outer disciple at all.

"It's okay, eat, let's eat first!" said Panden's mother, shaking her hand, and pulled the child to her side.

Wu Heng is not polite, he is already hungry!

Before the mother and son started, he had a bowl of white rice.

Second bowl, third bowl......

At first, the mother and son were both smiling, and they had never seen someone like Wu Heng who ate and poured directly into his mouth, which looked quite cute.

But by the fourth bowl, the fifth, they began to be surprised.

Why does this guy eat so much!

Soon, the white rice in the pot was eaten up by Wu Heng.

"Uh, I'm so hungry......" Wu Heng saw that the pot was empty, not even a drop of white rice was gone, and he showed a sad face.

The mother and son looked weird, this guy has eaten so much, and he still shouts hungry?

Wu Heng ate most of the bowl of bacon, and the mother and son basically didn't order much. Pan Deng looked embarrassed, the rice jar at home was empty, and now the guests were still hungry, so he was really embarrassed.

"I'll go buy some rice and meat to cook!" he quickly got up and walked outside.

Wu Heng was extremely hungry at the moment, and he didn't know if it was because he had consumed too much energy in the whirlpool turbulence, so he hurriedly searched around in the Heart Protector Dragon Pattern Jade.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a very delicious lump of lion meat in a corner!

It's the foreleg meat of the nine-headed lion!

I thought that I had eaten all the meat of these primeval relics, but I didn't expect that there was still a missing point. What a blessing.

"Wait, I have meat here!" Wu Heng hurriedly took out a piece of delicious raw meat from the heart dragon pattern jade, which was very large, and took away the dishes and chopsticks, and the fresh meat directly occupied the entire table, and it was at least two or three hundred catties at a glance.

Pan Deng and the middle-aged woman both looked stunned, how could this guy carry meat with him, and such a big piece, it shouldn't be pork!

Immediately afterwards, Wu Heng took out the Flame Heavenly Book from the center of his eyebrows, and there was a purple flame beating in the book, the flame passed over the fresh meat, and it was quickly cooked, plus his only few drops of golden fairy dew and thousand-year-old juice, the fresh meat became golden and buttery, and the aroma was tangy!

This is the flesh of the nine-headed lion, a pure-blooded and even an ancient relic containing thin true blood, so it can withstand the roasting of the purple heavenly fire, and if it were to be replaced with other meat, it would have long been turned into powder.

The mother and son were amazed as they watched Wu Heng's magic-like technique.

"Ahem!" Suddenly, Panden's mother's face turned paler, and she turned around and coughed continuously, and a cloud of black blood spat out of her mouth.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Pan Deng was anxious and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Alas, child, my mother is afraid that her life will not be long in coming. ”

"Mother, what are you talking about?"

Wu Heng's eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and the heavenly eye came out, glanced at Pan Deng's mother, and said in surprise: "This is an injury caused by a demon cultivator, right?"

"How do you know?" Pan Deng jerked his head back, and Wu Heng's eyes had returned to normal.

He replied, "I've studied some medicine, so I'm guessing so." ”

Pan Deng's expression was gloomy and said: "My mother's injury needs a seven-grade elixir to be cured, and the seven-grade elixir is so valuable that I can't afford to buy it at all, alas, it's all because I'm useless." ”

"Pan Ermo wants to say this, you have done a good job!"

Wu Heng said tentatively: "It's better to eat a piece of meat, maybe it will be of some benefit to your aunt's injury!"

He just thought that there might be some benefits, after all, this meat was a pure-blooded ancient relic, and even contained true blood, of course, he was not completely sure.

"This meat looks really delicious!" In order not to worry the child, Panden's mother shifted the topic to the meat, tore off a piece of it, and after tasting it, her face showed a look of enjoyment, and she said in agreement: "The fruit is smooth and the sweet juice overflows, it is really a good thing!"

"Really, then I'll try a piece too!" Pandan swallowed and tore off a piece.

During this period, Wu Heng had already gobbled up dozens of catties of lion meat!

Pan Deng's mother and son also couldn't put it down and ate several catties of lion meat. Gradually, Panden's mother's pale face turned rosy.

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