To put it bluntly, the head that the Warlock took...well, is still a real piece of gold. Ordinary people will definitely have some doubts about the potential value of this piece of gold. No matter how precious gold is, it is not a mainstream currency, and the currency in circulation
The smell of ammonia is forever. Who wants to use such a big pile of gold to try their luck by eating the same dish year after year?
But our Lord Warlock didn't. He repeatedly urged Lin Chou to put away the gold. Even now, he is still worried that if he takes one more look, the gold will be gone again. And next time, no second Qin Wuyong will be kind enough to carry the bun.
Big brain mass returns the gold. Apex 23S.
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After four hours of long waiting, the sweet aroma of the mushrooms and the rich and mellow flavor composed by the three-yellow chicken once again plowed the plow-shaped cortex of everyone's brain with half a million covering bombs per second, and the nerves were
Every exchange of information between synapses can evoke the deepest taste memory in the cerebral cortex, and compare and compete with the smell lingering in the nose today, creating an all-encompassing memory.
The power of food is unparalleled. The taste of certain foods that you have enjoyed many years ago will be "naturally" stored deep in the cortex in the form of pheromones by the brain, and a small jigsaw puzzle will be used to unlock the password of memory.
The same is true of certain related or completely unrelated tastes. Once the delicacies of memories and reality meet, they can break through all obstacles and even the moral bottom line with overwhelming momentum.
"hiss..."
Master Shan sniffed and said in annoyance, "Mom, if I had known that I would be carrying a sack of gold when I came out, there is only so much gold in Luan Mountain besides rocks."
Bai Qiong's nose is not a nose. Eyes are not eyes. Sure enough, first get rich and then get rich. It's just a fucking pie. Why do you ignore your brothers who share the joys and sorrows?
Sighing deeply,
"This smell reminds me of the feeling of satisfaction I felt when I was a kid and sniffed the stew from Lao Zhao's house next door for two hours."
The Lord Warlock dragged the hot bucket with a cloud of black air and took a deep breath.
“So, that one is the ‘golden rooster’, right!”
Outside the door, a big rooster's pointed beak is facing the sky at a 45-degree angle. He walks slowly and elegantly without squinting. When his golden and red feathers shine, he looks like a arrogant and arrogant person.
Innate.
Lin Chou nodded,
"Yan Huishan is just such a big rooster."
Lord Warlock walked slowly towards the big rooster, while sending out friendly communication signals with a sound that was eight times more harsh than a broken gong.
"Gugu~"
"Gugu~"
The dignity of the strong! You died miserably!
Lin Chou almost dug out his eyeballs and crushed them to pieces.
The big rooster's feathers all stood up, its triangular tongue pointed out from its mouth, and its comb was as red as a burning flame due to congestion, which was a sign of an imminent attack.
"Cough~"
The warlock also realized that the communication between the two parties had obviously reached a dead end, so he sat cross-legged in front of the big rooster, took a piece of chicken and put it into the black mist that should have been the face or mouth.
"emmmmm~"
Master Shan said in disbelief,
"Let me tell you, it turns out that chirping while eating is a common feature of all humanoid creatures."
"..."
Every time the warlock took a piece of chopsticks, he deliberately slowed down his chewing speed. In the black mist under his hood, there seemed to be a burning soul fire staring deeply at the big rooster.
The big rooster stretched its neck, stared at the warlock, and made a low, frightened "coo" sound in its throat.
Mr. Shan slapped him in the face and said, "Fuck, fuck, I'm going to scream. I'm going to scream."
"Gu"
Just when everyone was looking forward to the "miracle" that was about to happen, the sound of the big rooster gradually disappeared.
"..."
"Grass!"
Qin Wuyong blinked, "Didn't this guy really do it on purpose? Boss Lin, does your chicken know something?!"
Lin Chou turned around and made a pot, permanently imprinting Qin Wuyong's horned brain-shaped face on the bottom of the pot.
Shen Feng laughed and pointed at the pot and said,
"I said to Lin Zi, from now on you can just hold a meal and a lottery to give away souvenirs. Real-life casts of third- and fifth-level bosses. I mean real-life face casts. How valuable. No, just think about it. It’s very exciting.”
Huang Dashan has teeth,
"Tsk, the so-called 'Fifth Level' boss that Master Shen mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, does that mean you yourself? I remember that there is a pot with your face, but it is still thrown away in the back of the kitchen."
Shen Feng retorted,
"Tsk, it's as if Linzi didn't keep a backup copy of your Prince Huang~"
"I call you uncle, I'll give you a blow!"
The battle continues.
Warlock,
"emmmmm~"
big cock,
"Gu"
Warlock,
"emmmmm~"
big cock,
"Gu"
The big cock is like a patient with neurasthenia. After a while, it pulls its neck and sings loudly. It takes a lot of effort to hold in a nasal sound, but there is no follow-up.
The crowd watching the fight almost collapsed. They wanted to run over, grab the chicken's neck, and claw its throat to make it spit out the few sounds it had been holding back.
Bai Qiong heads Baba’s way,
"It reminds me of some almost lost memory."
Master Shan sneered,
"Silly beep, this is called cockfighting at best!"
"..."
Qin Wuyong poked Lin Chou with a playful smile, "I said Boss Lin, you are such a chicken..."
"hehe!"
Seeing Lin Chou holding a large eight-inch thick frying pan with evil intentions, Qin Wuyong instantly became scared.
"Then, I just want to ask, does this chicken understand what it is doing? These two guys have been eyeing each other for a long time, but they still don't run away. Who is a serious chicken like this?!"
Lin Chou coughed,
"What, the chicken that the warlock ate was the last old hen I brought back from the mine, and I think it was probably Sanhuang's concubine with hundreds of houses, and the hatred value was stable. "
"Sanhuang... Phew, he became famous so quickly? Isn't that right? There is such a gap in generations, how come he is ranked higher than Sigouzi..."
Lin Chou was speechless,
"Brother Wuyong, your focus is getting more and more strange."
Qin Wuyong laughed and said,
"Even if the person in the pot was charming and enchanting during his lifetime, he will now smell like soy sauce. What else can I think about? Generally speaking, this situation of stable hatred should have been solved long ago. !Sure enough, even chicken’s love is unreliable these days~”
Master Shan snorted,
"You know what? This thing is called strategy. If you can't kill me, stare you to death. If you can't kill me, stand back. Except for the cannon fodder, all the idiots who rush forward are idiots."
"It's not that simple. I think the reason why this guy didn't run away was because of psychological factors."
Bai Qiong came as soon as he opened his mouth and analyzed it logically.
"Think about it, there are chickens inside and outside the pot, eating what's in the pot and looking at what's outside, what kind of evil nature is this? Let's take you, Mr. Shan, for example. You are the chicken. Oh my god. , don’t make trouble... don’t fight, let’s talk about business... For example, if you, the chicken, are looked at like this... Damn, I’m going to be anxious if you do it again!”
Analyst Bai couldn't think any longer and his head and buttocks hurt at the same time.
Qin Wuyong smiled, lowered his head and pondered for a while,
"Hey? Tell me, why is Lord Warlock so anxious to make it crow? Is it because you are so unlucky that you can't wait to experience the pleasure of being blessed with great luck as a son of a plane?"
Bai Qiong grinned,
"No...but there's nothing wrong with saying that. If you take bad luck as bad luck, how do you know the pain of someone who takes bad luck as eating, drinking, and breathing?"
Shanye smacked his lips and said,
"Don't worry, this guy wants to tinker with something like the Abyss Summoning Technique. The asteroid we touched last time was just a few meters away from being able to dig the entire Mingguang into the mother's belly and recast it."
Shen Feng interjected,
"I heard someone say in the past that warlocks in online games have a super abnormal move called Lu Shen Shu or something like that. It can directly destroy a piece of land. Isn't this guy trying to test whether it's true or not?"
Huang Dashan spit out a mouthful of wine,
"How does your Grandpa Dashan usually educate you? It's for your own good to read more and read newspapers. Why don't you just listen? Everyone knows that Lu Chenshu belongs to the Lich King. Isn't that embarrassing?"
"Aren't lichs and warlocks the same thing? They are all in the gaming community anyway, who is more awesome than the other or what?"
Master Shan stared at the bull's eyes and said angrily,
"The Lich King is a spiritual body, and the Warlock is... uh... a Warlock..."
Shan Ye looked at the black mist of the fighting cock not far away and made a chewing sound of "emmmmm" while squirming, and he couldn't continue.
Shen Fengsheng, he said,
"I still think the warlock might be holding back something bad. I mean, like an unlucky accident or something."
"Cough cough cough!"
"The child is silent, and the strange power confuses the spirit."
Obviously, some special effects are not so easy to appear.
The warlock lowered his head and looked at his body, I mean the cloak. The voice coming from the cloak was actually a bit joyful.
"I'll come again next time. Thank you very much, Boss Lin."
It's reasonable and reasonable. With a benchmark of luck, if you put it on this great master, the change should be earth-shattering and immediate, right?
"Eh? What do you think chickens like most? Whole grains? Bugs? Or something else?"
Qin Wuyong raised his hand to rush through the narrow road,
"I know, I know, Teacher Shan, this chicken eats natural and pollution-free red-headed centipedes, several meters long!"
Shanye chewed his teeth and flowers,
"No, no, eating for survival and eating for enjoyment are completely different concepts. I remember someone told me before that big cocks love to eat... Tsk, I remembered it!"
The white dome looks sideways at the mountain master,
"I asked you, Your Majesty the Prince, can you have some principles and stop thinking about those crooked ways? You are the only smart person in the world when it comes to feelings, or what? Do you know that if you are sincere, you will be spiritual?"
"hehe!"
Prince Dashan walked towards the Pangolin, which had not been activated for months, without looking back, rubbing his hands.
"Wow, it's time to caress my little baby."
"..."
Bai Qiongshou looked at the smoke and dust on the butt of the car and struggled for a long time.
"Lin Zi, is Dahuang... reliable?"
Lin Chou shrugged and said nothing.
Bai Qiong's eyes lit up,
"Oh, if you don't resist, then I'll just treat you as enjoying it?!"
"Bang~"
Pour a portion of the freshly baked white dome pot bottom into a mold.
When Master Shan comes back, it will be dark. He is carrying a big cloth bag and shouting from a distance,
"Oh ho ho ho~***~Look what good things Grandpa Dashan, who loves you and loves you, has brought for you~"
Of course, Sanhuang didn't pay any attention to Master Shan. He looked around for this guy, but couldn't find any trace of him at all.
"Eh? Lin Zi, where is Sanhuang? Is there a bad guy in the family?"
Lin Chou rolled her eyes,
"Sanhuang is a chicken! It's getting dark, so of course he finds a high place to sleep. It's his nature."
Shanye scratched his head,
"Not to mention that the first person I, Huang Dashan, showed my courtesy to was a chicken...his motherfucker actually had a hot face and a cold ass, that's all..."
As he spoke, he threw away what he was holding, looking helpless.
“…”
However, the bag was swinging back and forth in his hand several times, but it still wasn't thrown out.
"Ahem, why don't you stop me...are you making me embarrassed?"
Lin Chou was unable to complain,
"Let me see. Is it rare that you, Master Shan, are greedy?"
Huang Dashan raised his thumb,
"Yes, you, Boss Lin, are like roundworms in my stomach."
"This is called professional ethics, don't talk nonsense!"
"oh!"
As soon as I opened the bag, I found a bag full of big green worms, all of them were fat and thick, and they were seven or eight centimeters long.
"Hehe, I just thought of this when I heard him talk about red-headed centipedes. I went back to the base city to ask, and sure enough I bought a pack. Tsk, what a good thing. Have you tried it, Linzi?"
Weighing the bag in his hand, Lin Chou said with a smile,
"Is there anyone selling this thing in the base city? If the bean hornworm grows in the bean fields, the production may be cut off. The delicious food is indeed delicious, but if there is a dispute, is it strictly prohibited to prevent and prohibit breeding?"
Shanye said,
"Where can I find someone who specializes in selling this stuff? I went to the south of the city to find a few idle little snot-nosed kids wearing crotchless pants. I scattered a few cents and I caught these little bastards in less than two hours.
so much."
"..."
The bean hornworm, also known as the bean greenworm, has an average appearance among the Zerg species. It can find a partner without having to bother you, and most of the time it will not dissuade the Terrorists when they are in groups.
Such a simple and honest big bug has amazing destructive power on soybean fields... Ahem, at least that's what Lin Chou's father said when he tricked Lin Chou into catching bean caterpillars and serving him wine.
"How's it going?" Huang Dashan saw that Lin Chou didn't say anything, so he couldn't wait to ask, "Is it in good condition? I just threw the little ones back into the ground to raise them."
Lin Chou cursed helplessly, "Master Shan, how old are you?"
Master Shan chuckled, "I just said that, can I do such a harmful thing?"
Lin Chou blinked,
"Are you sure you didn't say something like, 'I'll come back and buy it next time'?"
You can imagine for yourself the tone of Shan Ye’s words and the impact of the ammonia-scented Yuanjing notes on a group of naughty kids farming and herding sheep in the lower city.
"Ahem, cough, cough...Business is important, business is important. Looking at these babies, your saliva is drooling. Leave a few for me. I'll feed a chicken tomorrow morning...Really, I heard that I love big cocks.
Eat this, the crispy chicken flavor bursts into juice with one bite, and the protein is nine times that of beef!”
"..."
"Well, it's actually quite easy to shut me up. All I need is a drink!"
"Stop dreaming."
Lin Chou got up and walked to the kitchen while asking,
"Has he come out since then?"
Master Shan shook his head carelessly, "Where is it? Look at my current state. He is in great shape and tastes great. I guess that guy has been wiped out..."
"No, your level hasn't changed yet."
Theoretically speaking, of course, it is Ye Luan's theory. If the personality of Red-Eyed Mountain Master is completely integrated with the personality of White-Eyed Mountain Master (why does it feel weird?), White-Eyed Mountain Master should be able to completely "inherit" the abilities of Red-Eyed Mountain Master.
You know, Red-Eyed Mountain Master is not just a fourth-level person.
Master Shan was stunned, shook his head and said, "Whatever, I'm living a good life anyway, haha!"
Lin Chou frowned and said,
"Ye Luan will never lie to you, so don't get yourself into trouble. As for the wine, don't even think about it."
Boss Lin's tone suddenly turned gossipy,
"Master Shan, do you still remember what happened on the night of the wedding~"
A ferocious blush appeared on Shan Ye's black face, which was thicker than grapefruit skin, and he grinded out one word from between his teeth: