Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 812

Chapter 812: Chapter 815: Delicacies on the Tip of the Tongue

Wu Tian brought the little one, Bo Gu, and Meng Tian out for a meal,

Of course, at this moment, Wu Tian was also wearing a Bronze Ghost Mask.

As soon as they left the courtyard,

"Ancestor of Blood Refinement, you’re not capable."

"Yeah, it seems you only know the Art of Blood Refinement, and nothing else."

"Indeed."

"Better hand over the Art of Blood Refinement."

Just now, Li Xuan left wearing a bamboo hat,

his leg was still lame.

In the eyes of the Blood Refiners, this Ancestor of Blood Refinement wasn’t anything special.

He was all smoke and mirrors, no real substance, just a hollow reputation.

"Get out, all of you."

Seeing this group of people, Wu Tian was displeased. If they wanted the Art of Blood Refinement, they should have the right attitude.

What kind of attitude does this group have?

Wu Tian snorted, and instantly, a forceful aura swept through, shattering the air, crushing directly.

"Ah!"

"No!"

They screamed, they were terrified, but it was useless as they all fainted under this overpowering, invincible aura.

If they woke up,

It would be fortunate if they didn’t become idiots.

Wu Tian, still wearing his mask, carried the little one and walked away with Meng Tian and Bo Gu.

The common people could only stare blankly at this scene, originally thinking Wu Tian was quite domineering.

Unexpectedly, this Ancestor of Blood Refinement was the same.

Some speculated that there was definitely a connection between this Ancestor of Blood Refinement and that ruthless killer Wu Tian.

"Dad, where are we going to eat?" the little one asked from within Wu Tian’s embrace.

Wu Tian smiled: "Come with me, and you’ll see."

He followed his memories, walking into a small alleyway,

Ten thousand years ago, before he became the Wutian Celestial Emperor, still inexperienced, he had eaten a noodle dish in this area,

Back then, his Foundation Establishment self was amazed by it.

When they approached the small alley, they saw an ancient tea house. Over ten thousand years, it must have been renovated,

But still, it looked very old.

Typically, unless they were regulars, people wouldn’t notice a tea house in such an alley.

As Wu Tian and the others approached, a strong and strange noodle aroma hit them,

"This... this smell is..."

Smelling this wonderful aroma, Bo Gu and Meng Tian exchanged glances but couldn’t tell what the smell was.

Only the little one exclaimed: "Fried noodles, it’s fried noodles."

Fried noodles?

How could the fried noodle smell be like this?

"The taste hasn’t changed, this is tea noodles."

Tea noodles?

Meng Tian and Bo Gu exchanged glances again, not knowing what it was.

Wu Tian smiled at the corners of his mouth, carrying the little one, walking into the tea house.

He thought it had disappeared after all these years.

Unexpectedly, the tea house was still there.

"Guests are here, welcome, welcome." A young man in his twenties lazily walked out, smiling.

Anyone with eyes could see that this was a carefree person, he didn’t seem to care about rules or how much he earned, giving off a laid-back vibe,

If he could avoid moving, he absolutely wouldn’t move.

"Who are you to Ding A Pi?" Wu Tian asked,

"Ding A Pi? Wait a minute, the name sounds familiar, let me think..." The young man set one hand on his hip, deep in thought, finally remembered something and exclaimed: "Got it, got it, that’s my ancestor’s name. Sigh, this tea house was originally opened by him."

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