"Bizzards, chocolate, ginger candy, milk candy, come here quickly, it's time to eat." Youjiu held a basin of meat in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand knocked hard on the pot. The rabbit family, who was originally hunting in the grass, immediately came out. In the past half a month, the rabbit snail had already transformed from the "alone hunter in the wilderness of Luoguda" into a domestic pet. As a mother's biscuit, it seemed that it had placed it in front of Marceau as a gift. The cat who was dealing with the prey nodded. The virtuous lady meowed in a rough voice, then ran over the happy spare grain that was holding the deer, rubbed it twice on her long legs, and then sat on her long legs and watched her already teeth eat meat.

By the way, biscuits, chocolate, ginger candy and milk candy are named together with Anne, and girls watching the live broadcast. The biscuits are mothers, chocolate is the male of three cubs, and ginger candy and milk candy are two female cubs. It is easy to recognize from the appearance. The biscuits blinded one eye and were obviously broken when they were fighting in the wild. There is a scar on the chocolate face from the upper left to the lower right. Judging from the wound, it should be a wolf claw. This confirms from the side how the biscuits are injured. And Marceau thinks that there are more than three cubs, but... Everyone knows that there are natural choices, and there are losses when you win. As for milk candy and ginger candy, it is better to recognize. Ginger candy has tea-brown eyes, and the smallest milk candy has dark spots on the tip of the nose.

Marceau got all the game, snapped his fingers, and the biscuits that had not eaten had come over. Marceau put the pieces of meat on the wooden basin, and the lady finally started eating.

It is noon now, and there are still twenty miles away from the nearest Anroel Badaka City. The Marceau trio is currently located in a famous attraction in the wilderness, "Polydami's Eternal Sleeping Place". This is a player from the first time to open the age. He died in this wilderness. His body was decayed, but his soul has been walking in the wilderness. This is an amazing hero, the guardian of this wilderness, and the only witness of any druid when he advanced to a half-step legend. Perhaps in another year, this place will be the holy place in the eyes of the druids, a very rare small oasis in the wilderness, and it has become a must-visit place for any player who wants to witness the wilderness scenery.

"I smelled the death smell on you, but I also saw the pure white light representing your camp. What an interesting young man." Now, the heroic spirit Polydami is in the camp. The ghostly heroic druid looked at Marceau: "I heard the young men from all over the country mention you, Marceau of Paroonst, right?"

"Yes, your news is really well-informed." Marceau nodded with a smile.

The hero looked at Marceau for a while: "Your eyes are really like your mother... No, it should be said that the grandmother of the Living Dead is more like yours. He is worthy of being the descendant of the Dead's Lady and His Highness the God of Death." Perhaps it was a memory of the same player back then. This hero did not show much respect, but his nostalgia was real: "But I am very happy that you can fight for this world sincerely, because I know that the person standing in front of me is a good boy."

"I am not the kind of gravedigger who can sell interests for the sake of so-called interests and become the whole world. I don't want a world to be destroyed by my own selfish desires. You, because of this, you thought so, that's why you walked on the road to liberating the continent."

"No, at that time we were actually not as noble as you thought. What we wanted to do was just to be unable to see those bastards pushing this beautiful world into the abyss... So, countless people like me are willing to die..." Speaking of this, the hero seemed to sigh, and the pure white mist spread out from his mouth: "When I think of the past, I will be distracted... Remember, young people, maybe one day, this world needs you to face death. If that time really comes, I must call my name... There is a saying in our era that is good, the sky falls, and the tall man stands."

After saying that, the elf and hero dissipated into the air.

Anne sighed: "He can't remember his memories as a player at all."

"This is character custody, but no matter what, this is an amazing hero." After Marceau said, he looked to the north: "We must speed up, and I can feel that the curse of blood money is getting worse and worse." The cat's body has now completely become skin and boneless, without muscles, and black liquid flowing through the blood vessels. Marceau even needs to be careful not to touch the rabbit cub at this time, so as not to suffer from the disasters that come.

Fortunately, although these little things became pets, they at least understood what it means to respect ghosts and gods. The full little cubs climbed into the car and started taking a nap. After eating, the biscuit lady also got on the backfill. After eating, the reserved food came to Anne and fed Anne with barbecue for a long time. Then she put the tableware away. So Marceau got up, put the dagger away, licked another piece of firewood for the bonfire under her feet, and then placed the remaining pieces on the basin and placed them beside the fire.

Getting into the car and starting, Marceau turned his head and looked at it, and found that several heads were emerging from the grass, and the wild rabbits had been waiting for this moment.

Marceau smiled: "Respect the respectable hunter."

Seeing the other bunny trolls around the basin and began to eat, Youjiao holding the milk candy and continued with a smile: "Respect the naturalness of Tianzhe."

After patting the head of the spare grain, Anne made a final summary: "Word of luck today."

Naturally, it is about natural selection, but nature also about gifts and luck.

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The bald old monk sat under the shade of the tree next to the Central Avenue Café in Anroel Badaka City.

As a monk who is orderly and poor, Wilde doesn't care about his living environment. Of course, it is necessary to have neatness. The old man in the church said back then, "Embrading poverty does not mean embracing uncleanness."

So, as the only survivor of the sect back then, Wilde wore a clean, white monk robe and looked at the prairie elves standing in front of him: "Dan's child, are you doing anything to me?"

"Of course there is something wrong. I heard that you are a very stakeholder monk and used to be Mrs. Sophie's sailor, so I was thinking that you should be the one who can help us." Panny, wearing a beautiful leather robe, said to the old man in front of her.

Wilde frowned: "I know too much, it won't do you much good, little girl, and I don't think I can help you." The old monk stood up and prepared to leave.

"No, actually I can't be considered an irrelevant person. I know Marceau, who is Mrs. Sophie's child." Panny looked at the old man in front of him seriously. The latter stopped and turned to look at Panny: "You little guy...what do you want me to help."

"Would you like to help us against Mrs. Sophie? Of course, I mean sometime in the future."
Chapter completed!