Chapter 367 Old Man Snoopy

Night, in the small villa.

A clanging sound sounded, accompanied by an indistinct "ga oh ga oh" sound. No need to guess, apart from dead dogs, I can't think of anyone else in the entire Dark Continent who can create such weird sounds.

This creature is currently burying its head in a dish as big as a basin, its furry head is shaking, and sauce is splashing all over the sky.

It is said that it is becoming more and more aware of being a dog. I remember that at the beginning, it seemed that in order to show its equal or even superior status, it insisted on sitting on a chair and eating with a knife and fork like us. The result was very bad.

The tragic discovery was that as a dog, it really couldn't behave like a human being. In the end, it was starving and dying, and its inexplicable dignity had to give in to instinct. It was also the soft-hearted little Willas who gave it a specially made

Not only the exquisite porcelain plates, but also the food is what we eat. As a result, we are now used to it.

Wow, I really hope it can be a little more aware of having spare dry food.

The little mermaid, who rarely woke up, was placed on the table by the little ghost. She held an unknown fruit heavier than herself in both hands and ate it with relish. Looking next to her, she saw that a pile of countless fruits had accumulated.

Fei's gnawed-out fruit core was completely unimaginable as to how her stomach could accommodate food that was more than ten times larger than her own.

besides……

I looked back and pointed at the unidentified meat on the plate in front of my table that looked like it was painted in a surrealist way. There was a faint green gas that could paralyze the sense of smell floating out of it. I formed a circle in front of me.

The shape of a skull…

A few drops of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Little Jasmine, can you tell me what this is?"

"Meat of Stymon..."

"Well, can you explain it a little more clearly?" I mean, it doesn't matter what kind of meat it is, I'm more concerned about the production process.

"As expected of the master."

Hearing what I said, Princess Sanwu was stunned for a moment, and looked over with her expressionless bright yellow eyes.

Ah, it seems that I was praised, should I be happy? I don’t understand why she praised me at all. Which point of the question just now deserves praise? Does she mean to say that I am becoming more and more alert?

"Did you smell it? There is vajra meat inside."

"No, I mean..."

I have said that what I care about is not the material issue, but the production process. You know what I mean, right? I am deliberately avoiding it, trying to hide the production process. How terrible must the process be to hide it?

I'm afraid I'll lose my appetite. That's it, you bastard!!

"And Godzilla meat, white devil meat..." Princess Sanwu silently counted them on her fingers.

"..."

Forget it, the ingredients are scary enough, I think it’s better not to ask about the production process. Otherwise, it will most likely lead to distortion of my outlook on life, values, and even my personality. Okay, I admit it’s because I’m in pain, and I have to do it on a whim.

Buying such a strange thing for Princess Sanwu to study, in fact, if you think about it carefully at the time, you will understand. Isn't it just me who serves as the test subject for her research results?

The dead dog seemed to be eating this too. His eyes secretly glanced at the little golden Pekingese with its head on the plate. It seemed to have noticed my gaze. It suddenly turned around alertly and glared at me.

His eyes were somewhat raised to the ground, and he barked a few times, as if to say: What are you looking at? Didn't you see that I am having a meal?

Well, it’s time to think about whether we should add another kind of meat to this dish tomorrow - Pekingese dog meat.

As far as I know, this dead dog is very picky about taste, at least more picky than me. If it can eat it, it means there is nothing wrong with the taste. Of course, it’s just about the taste. It’s delicious.

It may not be poisonous. Dogs can eat it. I may not be able to eat it - how can the precious stomach of human beings be compared with that of dogs?

With the awareness that I was going to die, I took a spoonful of dark green meat foam with a spoon, put it into my mouth with my eyes closed, and then my whole body felt as if it was hit by high-voltage electricity. After shaking violently for a few times, I became stiff on the spot.

The taste is unexpectedly good.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the taste of food is actually equivalent to Princess Sanwu's barometer. As long as she doesn't make her unhappy, she will never make anything unpalatable. In a sense

, she is also a very easy to raise little loli.

The little ghost tilted his head to the side and looked at me eagerly with his beautiful silver eyes. He held a cracked diamond in his two small green hands and gnawed it like a squirrel eating a pine cone. Seeing me "

"The poison test" was successful, she quickly stuffed the remaining half of the diamond into her small mouth. Although it was only half small, it was still a bit too big for her small size, and her small mouth was immediately filled to the brim.

Then he covered his mouth with his two small hands, his cheeks kept cutely bulging, and a creepy "rustling" sound came from the fingers, as if the metal was being smashed. It lasted for dozens of seconds.

Swallow it with a gulp.

It is unimaginable that I can survive under her sharp teeth until now. Thank you to the party, thank you to the people, thank you to MTV, and thank you to ccav.

After swallowing the diamond wholeheartedly, the little ghost quickly swept away the food in front of her, but such a small amount was still too little for her bottomless stomach, so she set her sights on me.

No, I immediately speeded up my chewing, but it was too late. A gust of wind blew by, and the little ghost said "hey". The petite body in white robe actually exuded the aura of a tiger, and then it crashed into my arms accurately.

Hey hey, do you want to commit murder?

In the end, I had no choice but to let the little ghost lean on my arms and enjoy the food that originally belonged to me. It was so sad. It seemed that I had to eat dried meat to satisfy my hunger again tonight.

The scene in front of me is part of the daily life at home. I will probably spend a peaceful night tonight like before.

Seems unlikely...

Caressing the little ghost's long moonlight hair that fell straight in front of my eyes like a waterfall, I raised my head and glanced at Princess Sanwu.

"Little Jasmine, it seems that a guest is here. Go out and open the door."

Is it that little fox? No. The footsteps are wrong. The heavy footsteps are mixed with the sound of hard objects hitting the ground. I have heard many sounds similar to this. Isn't it Akara with a cane? Therefore, the other party should

He was leaning on crutches like Akela, and judging from the rhythmless footsteps, he was probably not an adventurer and had no hostility, otherwise he would not have been able to pass the poisonous flower vine level.

Uh. Damn it, the problem has happened again. This is not the wilderness. Where can there be any enemies to harm me? I scratched my hair in annoyance and felt depressed about my subconscious analysis and judgment behavior.

"Okay, little one, you can eat slowly here. I'm going out to greet the guests, so remember to hide the little mermaid."

After kissing the white and soft cheek, I picked up the little ghost sitting on my lap, moved her position and put it on the chair, and left with a smile in her vague "Uh-huh" answer.

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In the hall, Princess Sanwu has already called the guest in. Just as I imagined, the guest is an older man, with wrinkles on his face like an old man in his seventies. Of course, this is according to the original world.

In the dark world, a seventy-year-old civilian is only equivalent to a forty-fifty-year-old in the original world. In other words, even if this old man is a civilian, he is at least hundreds of years old. If he is an adventurer, that age will be even longer.

Bigger.

He was absentmindedly playing with his crutches, and his old but energetic eyes would be cast outside the door from time to time, as if there was something urgent. As soon as I appeared at the door, he immediately stood up, his eyes extremely excited.

"You are Wu Fan, do you have the golden bird in your hand?"

Hey hey, old man, who are you? Have you ever asked someone like this?

"Yes. I am Wu Fan. I don't know who you are..."

I looked up and down at the old man hesitantly. He was wearing a simple cloth robe, with half of his shoulders exposed. If the clothes weren't quite clean, it wouldn't be surprising if he looked like a beggar in this outfit.

"What, you don't know me..." The old man's face was stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe it, and then he suddenly realized.

"Oh, you must be an adventurer who just came to Kurast, right?"

Who are you? You look very awesome. I looked at the old man who was suspected of having excessive self-confidence and nodded.

"My name is Eco. I am an alchemist and part-time businessman. I am also one of the leaders of the alliance. I think you should have heard of it." The old man said this with a hint of urgency in his tone.

It turned out to be him. Wasn't this the bad old man who was a businessman and gambled and was suspected of blaspheming the name of my precious daughter Ecolu? I renamed him Snoopy? No wonder he is so confident.

The alchemist is even more knowledgeable than Thorne in some aspects. Adventurers can always pick up some strange things when they are practicing, and these things will be asked by Eco. In addition, he also works part-time to sell adventurers' belongings.

Some necessary potions and equipment gambling, so in the entire Kurast, the only people who don't know him are probably the newcomers who have just arrived.

But judging from his appearance, he must not know the identity of my elder.

"I understand, I do have the golden bird in my hand. What can I do?"

It seemed that he was a little surprised by my cold attitude, but Eco didn't take it to heart. When he heard that the Golden Bird Land was indeed in my hand, he nodded excitedly, and then took out an ancient and thick book of Beasts from somewhere.

He turned to one of the pages of the leather book and said eagerly.

"Then let me tell you straight, the golden bird is of no use in your hands. I hope you can transfer it to me. I think you will never refuse the reward I offer."

What a loud tone. You have to know that we are called a nouveau riche. Things that are precious in the eyes of ordinary adventurers are nothing to me. I looked at old Snoopy with a suspicious look.

Seeing my distrust, Old Snoopy was not angry, but smiled confidently and began to slowly tell me the origin of the golden bird.

It turns out that thousands of years ago, there was a sage named Kuya. He devoted his whole life to studying the mysteries of life. When he was about to succeed, his life came to an end. With endless regrets, he would study the secrets of life.

The results and prepared materials were sealed in a statue, and this statue was the golden bird in my hand. Old Snoopy also found out about this after he accidentally obtained Kuya's code.

Speaking of the experience of searching for the golden bird, old Snoopy was also very pitiful. First he went to the hiding place of the golden bird according to the records in the handbook, and found that it had already been taken away. After many twists and turns, he found out the whereabouts of the golden bird again.

, as a result, the golden bird was changed hands by the original owner again, and was turned around countless times. The last time I inquired, it was taken by Captain Masif. After going around and around, it ended up returning to Kurast.

Old Snoopy, who couldn't laugh or cry, finally came back overnight to inquire about Mashif, and eventually he chased me.

What a poor old man, he still has to run around at such an old age. Thinking of this, I didn’t want to embarrass him. The golden bird was of no use to me anyway, so I simply took it out and handed it to Old Man Snoopy.

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Seeing that he finally got the treasure he had been looking for for a long time, Old Snoopy was obviously excited. He started dancing in front of me and it took him a while to calm down.

"What exactly did the sage named Kuya research?" Seeing how excited Old Man Snoopy was, I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

While carefully stroking the exquisite patterns on the golden bird with his rough old hands, old Snoopy turned his head, looked at me deeply, and said eight characters that shocked me.
Chapter completed!