It felt that if Ding Xiaoyi killed him with a knife now, it would be better than poisoning him.

What makes it most angry is that Ding Xiaoyi is standing by, grinning, looking like he wants to watch a good show, it's like Pan Jinlian feeding Wu Dalang medicine.

The big-headed monster was struggling inside.

It's a pity that Ding Xiaoyi has absolute authority in this three-thirds of an acre of land.

Ever since, with Ding Xiaoyi's urging and the power of rules.

There was a tragic look on the big-headed monster's pale face. He opened his mouth and carefully took a mouthful of noodles and soup.

When the pungent and sour soup and the golden, glutinous noodles were poured into the big-headed monster's mouth, the big-headed monster's expression suddenly changed!

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Perhaps he had never thought that the bowl of soup in his hand, which looked so miserable, would produce such an astonishing taste after touching the tip of his tongue.

The spicy and sour flavor brings an irresistible excitement, and when paired with the already chewy noodles in the soup, they complement each other so well, it's a perfect match.

This is not a shocking work from the God of Cookery, but the wisdom of workers in industrial civilization more than 100 years ago.

It is also the last human civilization that has left little technological heritage.

This is not just a bowl of noodles, it is simply a collision between civilizations.

After the big-headed monster closed his eyes tightly and savored the lingering fragrance between his lips and teeth, the big-headed monster opened his eyes again and looked at the lunch box in his hand.

(′?`): "Hmm...it smells so good!"

Ding Xiaoyi looked at the big-headed monster's exaggerated expression with a blank expression, and quickly ate all the instant noodles in his bowl.

But another problem soon arose.

How to clean the lunch box?

You can't go to the underworld to clean yourself.

Looking at the turbid water, Ding Xiaoyi immediately gave up the idea.

First put the lunch box aside, Ding Xiaoyi plans to take it with him when he goes back.

Then he walked to the edge of the underworld, picked up a large piece of gold, put it in his hand and weighed it.

It's very heavy, at least about five kilograms.

"Too heavy!"

Ding Xiaoyi casually threw the piece of gold far away.

It would be difficult to hold such a large piece of gold on my shoulders. According to the current price of gold, five kilograms would cost more than 1.2 million.

It's so eye-catching.

Although it is a home-made thing.

But I can’t tell the origin, so it’s better to keep a low profile.

Ding Xiaoyi casually picked up another small piece.

It is much smaller than the previous piece, only about the size of a palm, but given the density of gold, this piece of gold is still very heavy.

Ding Xiaoyi weighed it and found it was a little over two kilograms.

Considering that I still need to purchase some materials, I should be able to sell this piece of gold for around 300,000 yuan.

But after deducting some of the price reduction problems caused by illegal stores, it is estimated that the amount will be around 2.788 million.

(Note 1: Large amounts of gold with unknown origin cannot be traded head-on.)

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi put the piece of gold into his pocket.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt something approaching him from behind, his heart tightened, he suddenly became alert, and he quickly turned around to take a look.

He saw the big-headed monster coming behind him at some point.

The tentacles were opened one by one, and his eyes were shining brightly as he stared at Ding Xiaoyi.

Ding Xiaoyi was startled: "Is this guy going to sneak attack me?" Looking at the open tentacles, Ding Xiaoyi felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, the big-headed monster suddenly took a step back and pointed with his hand.
Chapter completed!