"Yes, it seems that that story is indeed true. This thunder beast is not an ordinary eighth-level monster. It should have escaped from that place." Mo Kongyuan knew that he was asking about Xiaoyin Ancient Mountain and put it away.
He said solemnly with a smile.
"Yes, even I looked away before. I wanted Tianying to give it a try, but I almost suffered a big loss." Lin Cangbai nodded and said.
"Let's talk about it after we get in the car. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's have a good chat." Mo Kongyuan said, obviously not wanting outsiders to know too many secrets.
"Okay, let's talk about it on the way." Lin Cangbai understood and walked towards the carriage first.
Zhou Zhidong looked at the backs of the two people with mixed feelings in his heart.
He had seen Xiao Tianying's strength with his own eyes, so what kind of strength should his master have? And the old foodie who had been looked down upon by him all the way was actually very close to him, so what kind of strength should he have?
What is his identity? Mr. Lin, Mr. Mo. Zhou Zhidong silently recited their names, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his mind, and his jaw suddenly dropped.
Fortunately, fortunately, I still remembered the emperor's instructions and didn't dare to be too disrespectful along the way. But thinking about his rolling eyes, Zhou Zhidong's heart dropped again, and he didn't know if he would hold a grudge.
Thinking about it, as a guardian of a country, he shouldn't be so stingy. Zhou Zhidong thought to himself, but his heart was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't get it right.
Ling Chuxi looked at Zhou Zhidong's tangled look and naturally guessed what he was thinking. Ling Chuxi walked to Zhou Zhidong's side, smiled, and comforted: "General Zhou, just make a few more delicious meals. That old man
His lifeline is here." After saying that, Ling Chuxi ignored Zhou Zhidong's twitching mouth and walked away. Zhou Zhidong stood there, seriously thinking about Ling Chuxi's words, and finally came to the conclusion that that was really the case. However,
, Miss Ling, it seems that this is your lifeblood, right? Zhou Zhidong blinked his eyes and thought seriously.
"Thunder Beast, it turned out to be a Thunder Beast." At this time, Jiang Wuhen and Li Shaoqiu, two living treasures, rushed over and shouted as they looked at the dead Thunder Beast on the ground.
"I didn't expect to see the Thunder Beast in a place like this. I heard that this one horn has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. Brother Jiang, do you have a knife?" Li Shaoqiu asked with shining eyes, but he saw Jiang Wuhen touching it from nowhere.
He took out a knife, but instead of slashing at the horn, he found a place to peel it off.
"Brother Jiang, what are you doing?" Li Shaoqiu asked doubtfully.
"This is an eighth-level monster. When have you ever eaten the meat of an eighth-level monster? It would be a pity not to taste it. Do you think it tastes better if we eat it roasted or stewed?" Jiang Wuhen
He raised his head, asked in distress, and then continued to cut.
"This... why not eat it in a stew? The meat is too old." Li Shaoqiu was stunned and said after thinking for a long time.
Ling Chuxi has black lines on her head. She hasn't even eaten enough for a whole table, and she still thinks about eating? Eat, I'll eat you to death.
But frankly speaking, Ling Chuxi was also very interested in the meat quality of the eighth-level monster.
Too lazy to pay attention to these two living treasures, Ling Chuxi cut off the horn with a sword and put it away, then returned to the carriage. Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, it is not a bad thing to take a horn with you. What if it is true?
Just make money, it’s fake, you can also study it and use it as a medicinal material.