Although the saury cannot satisfy the two bloody babies, there is nothing wrong with the large skewers of barbecue. Although the meal in the temple was not full, fortunately, I have countless delicacies at home. After a long period of time, Liu Zhensha, the father of
After coaxing, the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master finally reluctantly agreed to go eat grilled fish for the time being, on the condition that their father would tell a hundred stories at night. According to the Second Young Master and the Third Young Master, in Caiyu City, Tang Beierkina’s mother would tell them every night.
Tell many, many stories.
Liu Zhancheng really hated Tang Belkina. Apart from a bunch of dirty jokes, he couldn't find any stories in his belly, but he had to agree first.
After squeezing into the crowd of people on the third floor and the third floor outside, Liu Zhencheng was overjoyed to find that the porcupine skin always gave him a lot of advantages. When he saw an old man covered in spikes who wanted to come in, he was originally surrounded by people.
The first reaction of the diners outside the Feilengcui Merchant Group was to get out of the way to avoid being hit and not knowing where to find the witch doctor.
"Here are four grilled trout! Don't stuff them with lemongrass, I'm going to add more chili peppers! Eh..." Liu Zhencheng lay in front of the grill, waving the eye-smoking charcoal smoke with his hand, and chatted a lot,
But I found that there were only a few Medusa and Butterfly maids working at the barbecue stall, dripping with sweat. Even if they knew it was the boss who was talking, the maids were so busy that no one had time to pay attention to him, and the cooking
The main force of gourmet food, the hobbit halfling chefs, were not present at all.
Old Liu took a closer look and found two hobbit halflings lying on a slanted chair not far away. One of them was holding a plate filled with a pile of yellow roasted pheasant necks. On the table next to him
Each person had a glass of rum, with a row of cool water droplets hanging on the glass, which had obviously been chilled with ice beads. The two halfling chefs were eating with their mouths glistening, chatting incessantly.
The big and tall feet on the stilts exposed a cluster of eye-catching black hairs on the soles of the feet, and they shook happily from time to time.
"What are you two doing?" Liu Zhancheng stared at the chicken neck, swallowed a big mouthful of water, and cursed at the two chefs: "Didn't you see the business coming to the door? You two are actually playing around?"
"We have to have the sixth dinner!" Seeing what the boss said, the two hobbit halflings slowly stood up from the recliner and said a little aggrievedly, but after seeing the boss's eyes, their
The first reaction was to cover his plate and hide a plate of chicken necks in his arms.
Many races in the Aegean continent are inconceivable to the Hobbit Halflings who eat six meals a day, but little do they know that the Hobbit Halflings are also inconceivable to other races who only eat three meals a day.
For a hobbit halfling, what's more important than enjoying delicious food six times a day?
"By the way, boss, someone just came to see you, damn! The guards in the palace are so handsome in golden uniforms!" The halfling chef winked at the boss: "Looking at how arrogant they looked, I almost beat them up on the spot.
They! They were just held back by Fei Luo."
"Oh? Palace guards? You want to beat them up? Haha... Just fuck it... You guys continue to eat. When you're done, grill me four trout. I want the biggest and fattest one.
"Liu Zhencheng raised his eyebrows: "But the fish roe in it is not allowed to be eaten by Guoguo, Er Shao, and San Shao! Children who eat fish roe will be stupid in their lives. Leave all the fish roe for me to eat.
Give them one, and I will skin you when I get back and cover the big drum!"
"Feudal superstition." The two halflings murmured in a low voice and took the three princes thrown by the lord.
The surrounding Behemoths finally recognized who this porcupine was and pointed at Liu Zhenzhen for a while.
Liu Zhenzhen politely bowed his head to these Behemoths. Maintaining the most perfect demeanor, he walked across the square with his big sleeves swinging and walked towards the bar. The porcupine skin shaman robe was very hot, and Liu Zhenzhan was sweating all over.
He wanted to go back and ask the halfling chef to put an ice bead on his body to drive away the heat, but he felt that it was not suitable for the style of a divine shaman to turn back. Vanity took over, and Liu Zhensha had no choice but to wipe his forehead.
of sweat, and continued to move forward.
Along the way, many Feilengcui militiamen were patrolling around, and a few were still happily flirting with the Templar Knights from the main temple of Shabak. When they saw the Lord coming back, the militiamen
They all pointed in the direction of the bar and inn with their thumbs, their eyes full of trouble-making connotations.
Liu Zhencheng secretly wondered in his heart what the palace guards would do at this time, pick a fight? Apologize?
It seems unlikely.
When he was fighting with the prince, Helen and Mo'er were both in the palace, but Liu Zhencheng was not too worried about them. With Mo'er and Gabriel Demon Butterfly around, the Behemoth Kingdom might not be able to harm them either.
If the two of them really wanted to come out, the giant dragon wouldn't be able to stop them just with Mo'er's instant magic ability.
Old Liu was thinking wildly in his mind when he saw Bellamy and Nedved standing at the door of the bar and having fun in the distance. Bellamy was holding a bunch of inferior clay figurines in his arms, squatting on the ground and laughing happily.
While Nedved was holding an inferior bow in his hand and a bag of miscellaneous arrows between his legs, he kept pulling the string and firing arrows at a piece of black and dirty linen twenty paces away.
This patched linen cloth was held up high by two wooden sticks, and rows of translucent bladders of yandere cubs were tied to it with fine hemp ropes. They were all fully inflated and swollen into a gourd shape.
Without seeing how Nedved was aiming, he heard the shabby bladder stretched on the shabby black cloth across from him "crackling" and bursting into pieces.
The owner of this archery stall was a Behemoth from the Wosou ethnic group, and his face was as stiff as a mahjong tile.
The weasels of the Wosou tribe have always had a prominent reputation among the Behemoths. They are lustful, greedy, despicable and cunning, and they love to fart. What is even more disgusting is that their conduct is really bad to the core. Every year on March 4th,
On the day of the birthday of God Ribimun, the Wosou people like to go in groups to visit the chicken prostitutes of the Chikein tribe. Not only do they not pay them, but they plausibly believe that they are "paying New Year greetings" ---
----------In the ancient Behemoth custom, all walks of life did not charge money on the God's Birthday, taking the auspicious sign of "the birthday of the God of War, the world will be unified", but this custom has long since changed.
, the festival must be celebrated, but it is absolutely impossible not to collect money from all walks of life. Everyone knows the truth of "If you don't kick the bachelor's bowl, you won't pay the black bitch." The Wosou people do this. It's no wonder that their reputation is as good as theirs.
Smells like fart.
The weasels of the Wosou tribe are vassals of the Wolfe wolf tribe. Although they are also Wolfes from the name, the wolf tribe firmly believes that the weasels with bad character are obviously weasels. How can they be noble Wolfes, and Kunkel
Although the skunks of the clan are small and powerful, they are also strong-willed and refuse to admit that the weasels with dirty character belong to the skunk clan.
When Liu Zhanchen came closer, Nedved had already ejaculated completely inside his densely packed inflated bladder. Bellamy pulled the pottery dolls on the ground as prizes into his arms and laughed.
"Why don't you continue to hang balloons! Come on, come on!" Nedved urged the owner of the shooting booth, Wosou, waving his bow.
"You two are so embarrassed!" Liu Zhenzhen was both angry and funny: "It's not easy for others to make a living, so why are you trying to tear them down like this?"
Bellamy smiled and threw away a clay figurine. Liu Zhencheng looked at it over and over again. He raised his head and gritted his teeth and yelled: "Mom! Pavel, shoot this kid straight for me."
I sold my body to Feileng Cui to pay off my debt!"
Old Liu couldn't help but be angry. This earthenware figurine turned out to be a live erotic palace with a woman on top and a man on top. That's all. Unfortunately, the male and female protagonists of this live erotic palace were still from the Pig tribe. Although the firing method was rough, the workmanship was exquisite.
, the happy expressions on the faces of this man and woman are extremely vivid and lifelike ------------------- Lord Feilengcui is exactly the right person, this Worso Behemoth
Isn’t it just for fun?
"Boss, hurry up and enter the bar. O'Neal and Rodman are two lunatics inside negotiating with others. I don't think they will start fighting again." The Centaur Archer turned to the lord and said, and the work in hand was not done for a moment.
Without stopping, in the blink of an eye, four more arrows were shot.
"Oh?" Liu Zhencheng thought to himself that there is still something like this? He had just fought with the prince, and immediately there were palace guards looking for trouble. Isn't this king too low-level? With this question in mind, Old Liu kicked open the bar.
hinged door.
"Oh my God!" A gust of hot wind and noisy sounds blew towards Liu Zhenzhen. Liu Zhenzhen, who was already wearing a leather robe, suddenly had a row of beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead and fell to the ground into eight petals.
At this time, the bar was full of people sitting in four directions, southeast, northwest, and talking loudly. Many of them were priests, but almost all of them were Fengyu priests wearing sky blue robes. Occasionally, there were a few soul priests in red robes to join in.
in it.
Duncan, the takin warrior, is holding a Gurkha curved blade, lying on the back of a chair, with his feet on the wooden pillars, and is competing against a dart board on the wall. The little giant Iverson is sitting on an oak barrel.
, asked Xiao Cui to help him pull out his white hair. Two guys, Fei Luo and Ao Pang, were sitting at a long table-shaped bar table in the north. They were frothing at the mouth while arguing with four palace guards in golden uniforms. Fei Luo had a penis inserted into his chest.
Three quills------------This is the symbol of scholars in the Behemoth Kingdom. One quill on the chest represents the teacher, two on the chest represent the scholar, and three on the chest represent the classics.
The great sage, inserting one more will be the vendor selling pens.
Master Ortega, his apprentice Messi and the elf mage Tangning sat at the bar in the distance, quietly drinking ale and watching the heated debate between the two sides.
The two mantis monks Murphy and Irving were also sitting on a table with Fei Luo and O'Neill. With their heads lowered, they were poking the table legs with their serrated swords. The fine jujube wood table legs were touched by the two of them.
A dense row of honeycomb-shaped holes were poked, revealing the white wood core inside.
Seeing that the Divine Comedy Shaman had returned, all the priests stopped talking. Those who continued to speak were pulled by their companions. They realized their gaffe, raised their heads, and immediately stood up reflexively. The whole bar was silent.
All that was left was the noise of tables, chairs and benches being scraped on the floor.
There were only two loud voices in the bar, Philo and O'Neal, still shouting.
Looking at the awkward and nervous expressions of these low-level priests, Liu Zhenzhen had to admit that among Behemoths, priests, especially legendary priests, are so popular and admired. In the human world, there are many people who are not afraid of rape.
The strong men also have unusually fervent worship, which also originates from the ancient tradition of Beamon.
A noble title is just a business card that represents status, but a brave man is a monument that records history. This was proven when he conquered the mammoth clan in the Taimurraya Snow Mountains, and it is proven again today.
"Good evening, my children." Liu Zhancheng nodded to the surrounding priests, took off his porcupine skin crown, handed it to a maid who came up, and squeezed his soft, boneless hands.
, wiped a little oil and water.
"Your Majesty, although it is very presumptuous, I am still honored to see you again." The jagged voice, accompanied by a tone trembling with excitement, sounded intermittently around Liu Zhenzhen.
"Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony. I would like to treat everyone to a glass of ale in my own name. Drink it early and go back to bed." The face of the new Divine Comedy Shaman shone with a kind of compassion that only a saint can have: "My children
"Although ale is good, don't be greedy for it. It is only right to meet the test of your first stop in life."
"Your generosity can light up Weiyang's midnight." Most of the priests' voices became even more trembling. This Divine Comedy Shaman's persistence in teachings made these novices feel ashamed----------
--If they knew that this candidate was a wine barrel that was not full, I wonder if they would think so.
When O'Neal and Fei Luo saw their boss coming back, they waved desperately. The four palace guards who had turned their backs to Liu Zhenhan also turned their heads and looked at the Shenqu Shaman who was pretending to be a ghost. Their eyes were cold and focused.
"Good evening, gentlemen." Liu Zhanzhan lowered his right hand to his chest and nodded to the four palace guards with extraordinary grace. When he saw a Divine Comedy Shaman taking the initiative to greet him, the expressions of the palace guards remained unchanged.
He said hello to Liu Zhencheng in a tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, and said hello.
Liu Zhencheng only took one look and vaguely guessed something about it.
These four palace guards are all Mantis Sword Saints from the Green Party clan. They are about thirty years old. They are all wearing straight woolen officers' ceremonial uniforms and ceremonial swords. Each of them has a ferocious look on their face.
At a glance, one can tell that the scars are warriors who have been on the battlefield for a long time. The fluttering blue ostrich tail down on their military caps proves this, because it means that each of them is a "troll hunter".
"Boss, these four guys have to take Owen and Murphy away!" Fei Luo tilted his head at several Green Party officers with a hint of schadenfreude. The words of the Mammoth Sword Saint suddenly confirmed Liu Zhancheng's original guess.
"Dear Sir Richard, you have come back just in time." A mantis swordsman with a blindfold on his left eye took the initiative to stand up and introduce himself to Liu Zhensha: "I am Xi, the chief swordsman instructor of the Kingdom Guards.
Le, these three Green Party officers are all from the inner court like me."
"Lord Hiller, can I help you in any way?" Liu Zhenhan pretended to look at this one-eyed dragon and asked knowingly. This one-eyed mantis sword sage named Hiller is the only one of the four Green Party Guards officers who has arms on his chest.
There is no protruding mark of a serrated broadsword. He does not wear a symbolic ceremonial sword on his waist. Instead, he has a standard cavalry sword hanging on his left and right sides.
The bone arm sword that can fall off represents the most outstanding swordsman among the Green Party clan. Come to think of it, Officer Hiller calls himself the chief swordsmanship instructor of the Kingdom Guards, but he is not as sophisticated as Liu Zhanshao, who calls himself the King of Heavenly Sacrifice.