Warwick the Godfather of Terra

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"Come on, brother, try my cooking."

The werewolf said this and handed a handful of skewers to Lao Li.

Lao Li took it skillfully and started stroking it, making a smacking sound.

"Good job, bro. You control the firepower better than me. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside..."

At this point, Lao Li frowned again.

"However, your ingredients are not very good. The food here seems a bit bland."

After saying this, he took out a bundle of seasonings wrapped in yellow paper from his sack and handed it to Warwick.

"Try baking this."

Well, he spent the whole afternoon mixing this packet of seasoning.

"Okay, wait for me."

Taking the seasoning, Warwick replaced it with the cheap barbecue seasoning he bought from the supermarket and continued grilling.

The emperor standing by could only watch helplessly but couldn't eat.

He is the one who likes strings.

And in a cafe not far from the three of them.

The blue-haired angel pulled out his communicator and dialed a number.

"Beep beep..."

"Hey."

The call was connected, and the female voice coming from the other end was gentle and pleasant.

"Auntie, I'm Xiao Mo."

Mostima leaned against the soft-covered booth in the cafe, stirring the milk in her cup.

As for why coffee shops sell frozen mandarin ducks...

Do you think the coffee shop in Longmen can survive without selling this?

Their most popular product is even the salty lemon seven.

"Xiao Mo, oh, Xiao Mo."

The voice on the other end of the communicator hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly became casual.

Unlike the gentle yet formal conversation before, this time it was casual, like a family chat.

"You're looking for Xiaole, right?"

As the voice on the other end of the communicator spoke, one could hear the rustling of papers.

"Yes, sorry for the trouble, Auntie."

Mostima picked up the frozen mandarin duck that had been stirred to perfection and took a sip.

"Call my sister."

There was a dissatisfied scolding from the other end of the communicator at first, and then a greeting was heard from the other end.

"Quick, call Xiaole out of the detention room on the fourth floor and tell her that someone is looking for her."

Mostima just sipped the frozen mandarin duck in the plastic cup and waited.

After a while, a cheerful voice came from the communicator.

"Wow, is today some kind of anniversary? I was released early? Or did the principal find his wig that was blown off?"

Even if the owner of the voice has not yet answered the communicator, the joy in that clear voice can be heard from this side.

As the sound got closer, finally, Mostima heard the familiar words.

"Hello, this is Xiaole."

Mastema put down the cup.

"Xiao Le, it's me."

The voice on the other end of the communicator paused for a moment, and then suddenly raised its pitch.

"You still remember to call me! Where are you? I'm about to graduate, I'll come to find you right away!"

Mostima listened to the familiar cheerful voice, leaned his head on the seat and closed his eyes.

The voice on the other end of the communicator did not stop, still chattering.

He complained that he was put in solitary confinement for ten days just because he had placed a cake filled with explosives in the auditorium.

Just because he brought a bomb into the bathhouse at night, he was ordered not to take a bath in the school bathhouse anymore.

Starting tomorrow, I can't eat in the cafeteria because I stole the plates a few days ago to make bomb coatings, etc.

But there is only one main theme in it: I am going to find you, so please tell me the answer quickly.

"Okay, take a break. I am even more tired than you are."

When the conversation on the other end became incoherent and repetitive, Mostima opened his eyes.

"I knew it."

The voice on the other end of the communicator suddenly stopped.

"You won't let me look for you, my sister or you..."

Before the chattering voice could finish, Mostima interrupted the complaint.

"I'm at Longmen."

The man named Xiaole seemed to have not reacted at first and was still complaining.

However, after reacting, he asked suddenly.

"Longmen? The one in Yan Country? Where are you now? I'll go there right now..."

"Listen, Xiaole, finish your studies well, even though I know you're annoying. But I won't leave this time. I'll stay in Longmen for a long time and will only go on some missions. You can see me anytime you want."

Mostima said this and drank the frozen mandarin duck in the cup.

"But if you don't get your diploma normally, I don't think your sister will forgive you."

"You don't want your sister to take off your pants and spank your little butt hard, do you?"

Shaking the cup, which was now filled with only tiny pieces of ice, Mostima continued.

"When you get here, I'm not sure if I can pick you up, so just come here and find a bar called The End of the Earth. Just say I introduced you here."

At this point, Mostima suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly added a sentence.

"Also, when you get here, be careful of a Luper uncle named Warrick."

"He's easy to spot. He has a huge strange device on his back. If you see him, just stay away from him."

Xiaole's voice was filled with reluctance.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Bye then."

"Hey kid, what are you throwing? You'll have to pay for it if you break it."

The aunt's voice on the other end of the communicator was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, Auntie, I'm fine now. Bye."

Mastema said, and hung up the phone.

Then, he stood up, paid and left.

The Emperor and Warwick were still arguing outside the door.

"I really shouldn't have come out with a wild dog like you."

The emperor cursed while helping Warwick string the strings.

"You bastard, if you have the guts, don't eat it for a while. If you eat it, I will beat you up and make you vomit."

Warwick was grilling while cursing the fat penguin beside him.

"Hurry up, I shouldn't expect a fat chicken like you to wear anything."

The emperor threw the skewers of chicken wings onto the grill and continued to thread the beef.

"Try if you can. I won't even vomit even if you pierce me."

The two of them were cursing and roasting at the same time.

Old Li at the side was holding a glass of green beer calmly, picking up the roasted food and drinking it at the same time.

He didn't talk or join in the fun, just ate.

He was eating quite fast. Judging from the pile of skewers under his feet, he had already eaten quite a few.

Make a fortune in silence.

Looking at this group of people gathered together like a bunch of old men quarreling, Mostima smiled slightly.

She found an interesting place.

"Funny as hell."

Holding a handful of chicken wings, the emperor glanced at Warwick who was grilling skewers nearby, and his teeth were itching.

Oh, and he has no teeth.

That's fine.

Why don’t you grill anything else today and just grill chicken wings for me?

Also, do those rows of chicken heads have any meaning?

Looking at the chicken head wearing a robe that looked like a huge sword, the emperor felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"So, when can we open?"

Seeing that Lao Li had already shown off nearly three and a half pounds of beef, Warwick looked at his brother eagerly.

"Well, let me do the math."

After hearing this, Lao Li felt embarrassed to continue eating, so he cleaned the beef in his hand and stood up.

He took the draft beer cup and took a big gulp of the beer mixed with the light, suppressing the beef that was about to hit his throat.

He had to drink it because he was afraid of vomiting.

That's such a waste of things.

I have to say, the barbecue ingredients he prepared, coupled with Warwick's unique flame-breathing grill, made the skewers crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, even more delicious than those he grilled himself.

Taking out a compass from his pocket, Lao Li shook his head.

While shaking, he walked around and looked around.

Well, this place is nice. I can install a TV here in the future so that I will have a place to watch TV series in the middle of the night.

That place is also good. We can install a booth there so that I don’t have to be without a place to sleep during the day.

After walking around and finding a few good positions for himself, Lao Li came out, pretended to fiddle with the compass, and frowned at first.

Then he nodded sharply.

"It's next month!"

Warwick was overcome with excitement.

This is what I saw with my own eyes as the Feng Shui master measured the points.

I had only seen it in novels in my previous life, but now I see it in real life.

"Brother Li, is today next month an auspicious day?"

Warwick asked cautiously.