Niu Lanshan, who was wearing a long robe, had wet hair. He had just washed it in the stream in the Loop Corridor. Of course, he had nothing to dry it with.
A roasted rabbit was skewered on a stick that was always with me. It was steaming hot and dripping with fat.
Judging from the grease deposits and carbon black on the crutches, he probably didn't do this once or twice.
Niu Lanshan closed his eyes and felt carefully,
"Damn...are we leaving or not?"
A look of confusion on his face.
The auras of the strange beasts on the mountain were so strong that just the auras left behind by daily life were enough for him to not know whether their bodies were still on the mountain, unless he could go up and take a look in person.
It sounds very low-key to say it, but he has actually been wandering around for three days, and he still hasn't mustered up the courage to go up directly.
Not to mention whether that brat likes him or not (emmmm, if he holds a circulating Midas Gold Card, that money-minded brat will probably not be a big problem), there is another reason why he doesn't dare to go up.
The molars in the back of Niulan Mountain's old man, who has lived and been awesome all his life, are itching at the mention of him. He deeply understands what it means to face a being who is more awesome than him. He can't even beat one of his dogs.
If it weren't for his stubborn sister who caused harm wherever she went, why would he, Niu Lanshan, be like this?
Taking advantage of the tide of beasts, Niu Lanshan made a lot of money and picked up a few suitable human souls and beast souls. At this time, Wen was keeping them close to him, more than Wen was keeping the quilts on his own bed.
Be serious and careful, this is his treasure.
It's not easy to find qualified human souls, and it's even more difficult for animal souls. It took him more than a hundred years to just put together a picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night. However, he worked hard to cultivate the souls in this place last time.
All inventory was emptied by two cats in the blink of an eye.
Frustrated.
Wronged.
Annoying.
There is no need to mention the sad thing. Now he really only has what he just collected. He must not lose it easily, let alone use it as cat food!
Just thinking about it made Niu Lanshan feel pain in his balls and tightness in his vagina one after another, and he wanted to cry.
Hyakuki Yakou, who can come and go for several rounds even when faced with ethereal beasts, is proud of his bloodline ability, but his nemesis is actually a fat and rolling cat that is responsible for catching lice??
If possible, he really didn't want to go up the mountain alone to face those two cats, they were too damn scary!
The huge, round figure in a certain sketch style never appeared after the beast wave, and he knew this.
But after arriving at Yanhui Mountain, he suddenly became confused again. What's going on? My perception ability has deteriorated to the point where I can't determine whether there are high-level alien beasts within a range of just a few kilometers.
"Can't wait any longer..."
It's the old guy's birthday in three days, and nothing can please him more than a magical dish that can prolong his life and increase his longevity.
Niu Lanshan threw away the one hundred and ninety-sixth roasted rabbit in three days, tied a small object to his waistband, and after thinking about it, tucked it into his underwear. Then he felt a lot more at ease, and strode towards the top of the mountain.
Walk towards the cabin.
"Haha...it's so lively...business...business is good..."
The opening remarks should be pretty good, Niu Lanshan comforted himself.
In the small shop:
Six people at a table were sweating profusely while eating hot pot;
Mr. Sikong of the Sikong family raised his head and glanced at the visitor. He recognized him, but he was not worth paying attention to.
A skeleton and the big man who made his scalp numb just by looking at him were exchanging feelings.
Therefore, Niu Lanshan only had one thought left in his mind:
Mmp, why is he here too and didn't notice me? Is it still too late to run away now?
However, a shadow enveloped Niulan Mountain.
With a rolling pin in his bare left hand and a frying pan in his right hand, he looked down at Niulan Mountain from a high place, as if looking at a disgusting cockroach.
And because of the height difference, she could use his head and the rolling pin and pan to play a left-right fight at any time.
"You still dare to come??"
Niu Lanshan couldn't help but take a step back.
It's not that he is coward, it's that this big girl easily crushed her sister's throat with one hand. Even though my sister is not an evolver known for her strong will, the sixth level is still real.
Niu Lanshan didn't think he could be any better than his sister. This distance was too dangerous for the legal profession.
"Girl, why did you say that! I'm just passing by. I can't help myself when I smell the aroma of wine and food. I..."
At this time, Lin Chou's voice came from the kitchen,
"Big-breasted sister, let him in."
Chi reluctantly stepped aside, glanced at Niu Lanshan with his arrogant eyes, and slowly kneaded the pan in his hand into a lump of metal mud.
"I...am I being threatened..."
Niu Lanshan's face turned bitter and he really didn't dare to say anything, so he found a table farthest away from the warlock and the skeleton and sat down.
The abyss-like pressure that had been shrouding him seemed to have subsided a little, and Niu Lanshan breathed a sigh of relief.
Huh, it seems that that person is very satisfied with his attitude.
Suddenly, a voice seemed to sound deep in my ears,
"You, I've seen you, what's your last name?"
Niulan Mountain trembled,
"Shu, Lord Warlock, I...I am Xiao Niu, Niu Lanshan."
No sound reached other people's ears, and the two communicated directly using mental power.
"Did the beasts steal chickens again this time?"
The warlock's voice echoed in Niu Lanshan's mind, making him dizzy. The voice contained undisguised, naked contempt and extreme disdain.
Niu Lanshan's head was so low that it almost touched the table.
"Haha... When collecting people's souls, they have already obtained the consent of themselves and their families, and provided additional compensation."
"Hey, you haven't forgotten, right? If you do something like this, you'll be so angry that you'll die. It's not just talk."
Niulan Mountain was silent for a long time,
"I remember."
"But... for the Black Army, to survive."
Mental strength suddenly faded.
He seemed to have a calm expression, but in fact his back was already soaked.
Niu Lanshan still remembers the time when his bloodline ability was greatly improved, and he boasts that he is still invincible at the spiritual level.
However, just as he returned to Mingguang from the Black Army and the ship was about to dock, the warlock in front of him smashed the void with one hand and easily summoned a huge meteorite burning with extremely terrifying and pure evil fire. The East Mingguang Peninsula was wiped off the map and turned into the current Mingguang Port.
It was a scene like earth shattering. His boat was instantly torn apart by huge waves hundreds of meters high. He himself almost died in the sea. In fact, if it weren't for this uncle, he might not have the ability to conquer Zhi Qi. and fate.
This is the so-called super master in the industry, who has absolute authority and suppression in the industry.
Maybe his gadgets are just a sideshow to him, oh, not even a sideshow, maybe they are just leftovers from his playing, chewed and spitted on the ground, and then he picked them up and used them as meat.
Bloodline abilities with direct subordinate relationships appeared at the same time. This had never happened before in Mingguang, but who the hell allowed him to happen to it?
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence:
who I am?
where am I?
Why on earth would I go to this damn place to feel uncomfortable?
Poor Niu Lanshan didn't know that a certain Yuan Gungun who smelled the scent of his favorite snail was still on his way here on a snake.
This is really like avoiding the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth. Now Niu Lanshan just wants to solve the problem quickly and then disappear quickly. Every extra second he stays here is a kind of torture.
"Um...Lin...Boss Lin? I heard that you have half-crocodile dragon meat here? Can I order one?"
Sikong's eyes suddenly became subtle. Oh, let's go! I'm eating well here. What does it mean when someone suddenly jumps out and wants to snatch my medicine?!
His perception was as sharp as Niu Lanshan, and he immediately felt something was wrong.
Wait, this look is...have I offended someone again??
Lin Chou smacked his lips, with a relaxed attitude, not wanting to participate in the love-hate relationship between the diners.
Pointing at Sikong,
"There are only two claws left in the half-crocodile dragon. One is on his desk now, and the other has been reserved by him a long time ago, so I'm sorry, there are no more."
So far, only Lord Gungun has dragged back a half-crocodile dragon, and the body and all went into Gungun's belly on the same day. Then, even among the beasts of this scale, there was no half-crocodile dragon again. This shows that it is rare.
God knows which corner Gungun got it from.
This thing, combined with the dregs of the medicine from Dragon Tiger Dou, can stabilize Sikong's condition. Seeing that he was about to finish it, Sikong himself was very anxious. He had been offering a reward and sending a large number of manpower to search for traces of the half-crocodile dragon, which was exactly what he wanted.
At this time, let him give up the half-crocodile dragon to Niulan Mountain?
It's impossible no matter how you think about it.
Sikong didn’t need to be polite to anyone, he just said it directly,
"The half-crocodile dragon meat made by Lin Chou can cure my disease."
There is such a great darling in Ji City who is a Buddhist among thousands of families. Who doesn’t know Sikong?
Niu Lanshan was completely confused. Damn it, he didn’t play like this...
Sikong frowned,
"Who told you about the half-crocodile dragon?"
Mr. Sikong feels that he has been targeted with malice. Is there someone else who wants to kill my dear son?
Niu Lanshan didn't want to get into trouble with this scapegoat, so he said politely,
"Ahem, Mr. Sikong, don't get me wrong...many people know about the half-crocodile dragon, and...I don't want this for myself."
He pointed to the east,
"There is an old man over there who will have his birthday in three days. I believe you also know that his days are really numbered."
Sikong was silent for a while,
"The one who fishes?"
"yes."
After thinking for a while, Sikong stretched out a finger,
"I can give it to you, one month, um... two months at most, I want to see the next half-crocodile dragon."
Niu Lanshan's expression froze,
"How can this be..."
There are only two months for him to steal another half-crocodile dragon back??
Sikong waved his hand, not intending to continue this topic.
"The Half Crocodile Dragon is my medicine, Sikong Yu knows it."
Niu Lanshan looked like a mum, what kind of unlucky thing happened to make me catch up today, right?
There is no need to think about it. If Sikong Yu knew that he dared to pack away his precious son's quick-acting heart-saving pills, he would definitely recruit the entire garrison to attack him in the dark sea.
Grit your teeth and admit it,
"Okay, I will definitely do it in two months!"
Sikong smiled,
"ok, I..."
Unexpectedly, the big-breasted sister suddenly interrupted,
"This dirty male creature is nothing. He even cheated his boss. He is not worthy of trust at all!"
Finally, I added another sentence,
"You'd better let him establish a written record!"
"..."
Sorry, Mr. Sikong burst into laughter at that time.
Niu Lanshan had a mouthful of old blood in his chest, and his smile gradually became far-fetched.
"Okay, okay, I will make a written statement..."
With almost tears of humiliation in his eyes, Niu Lanshan wrote a note, not only signing it, but also putting his red fingerprints on it.
"Master Sikong, look at it, is this okay?"
"Well, okay, okay..."
Sikong hasn't finished laughing yet.
So Lin Chou went to the back to prepare the red braised crocodile palm. Niu Lanshan was lucky. He should be lucky that the Half Crocodile Dragon was not on the system menu, otherwise he might not be able to take away this dish even if Sikong himself agreed.
For example, pig blood soup will turn into a pot of something worse than swill after exiting this door.
Coming in from Niu Lanshan, the six-person table began to feel uncomfortable eating dog meat pot. When Niu Lanshan and Lin Chou finished talking, they exchanged glances with each other and communicated in low voices.
"Mingyue, you think we are all as obedient as you are. Tell me, what did you hear again?"
Mingyue's face suddenly showed full of joy,
"Ah, it's Lord Gungun's voice. Lord Gungun is back!!"
Another female evolutionist who didn't speak much asked happily,
"Really? Hey Mingyue, did you bring bamboo shoot hard candies? Corn-flavored ones will do too!"
Mingyue said with a smile,
"Of course I did. How could I not bring candy here?"
Well, it seems that a certain Yuan Gungun is well-deserved for his reputation of killing female Taoist friends of all ages.
Niu Lanshan "accidentally" overheard a few people talking, his face turned completely green, and he became restless.
He kept mumbling,
"I don't have a cat, I don't have a cat, I'm not afraid of cats, the cats can't see me, they can't see me..."
"Boom."
Everyone in the tavern shook their feet, and the tables were filled with cups and cups.
Then the back door of the kitchen was occupied by a huge, pitch-black eye.
"Ouch? Ooooh, ouch!"
Frustrated.
Wronged.
Annoying.
Bolingboling, pitiful.
Lin Chou was speechless.
"You still know how to come back! You obviously ran away on your own, why are you blaming me for not catching up?"
"Woo..."
A drop of bear tears hit the threshold with a "pop" sound, almost filling the big basin used by the busty sister to wash the dishes.
The big-breasted sister rushed up and hugged her rolling head, giving her a slap in the face, while glaring at Lin Chou angrily.
"()"
Lin Chou sighed and took out a plate of rice cakes that had been reserved in advance from the incubator.
"What a sin...I'll do it for you once a month. If you dare to harm Ziyun Snail in the back mountain, I will make soup with you tomorrow!"
The first time I met Gungun, he was so moved by the delicacy of a snail that he danced. It was the snail that saved Lin Chou and the potted plants. How could Lin Chou not remember such a big thing?