Chapter 972: The ancestral temper is thankful, unstable and unstable
On the hillside several kilometers thick above the head of the warlock, Lin, a flat man, looked helplessly and affectionately at the vulture that had just fallen next to him.
The hairline of this vulture has receded to the base of its neck. The skin of its neck without any feathers is dark red, and the front of its bald head has a dark hooked beak that stretches and shrinks. In addition, it looks like a rickety old man.
The same standing posture looks quite funny.
The man and the vulture had been looking at each other for quite some time, and both sides looked evenly matched.
Heck, Lieutenant General Leng would never have thought that the warlock who stayed to protect Lin Chou was looking for food on her front legs and just left, the warlock on the back legs lost her game.
"Slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly~"
Lin Chou was a little bored and winked at the fat old vulture.
This is a greedy second-level red-headed vulture, with dark green pupils flashing with grabbing light. Its sharp claws and hooked beak can even tear open the carapace and fur of third-level alien beasts.
, even on the ground, it is not inferior to most other beasts of the same level.
When the old vulture was pacing, its toes and claws rubbed against the sea bluestone, making a rough, tooth-aching sound, and sparks popped out from under its feet from time to time.
Vultures are very patient creatures, especially the red-headed vulture. It is said that they can stare at their favorite ingredients for several days in order to get their favorite "taste" and "doneness".
Month long.
Many evolvers who were seriously injured in the wilderness and were extremely lucky to crawl back to the base city and survive said that the red-headed vulture is definitely a psychological shadow that they can't get rid of for the rest of their lives - that kind of sneaky eyes all the time.
Thinking about you, or thinking about you after death and the feeling of rotting flesh on your body, is really mind-numbing.
However, the red-headed vulture is very lazy, fearing that even if it only needs a small amount of strength to crush an ant, it still won't make any move.
They come smelling the smell of blood and the dying soul, but they will never interfere in the "process" of death of their favorite food. They will only stand by with their eyes wide open and their bodies hunched, silently serving as witnesses.
When a group of red-headed vultures fell from the sky and stood neatly and silently watched the "food" gradually die, the scene even had a solemn and solemn sense of ritual.
In fact, the carnival begins after the red-headed vultures confirm that the target is dead.
After the ingredients are hung up, they will naturally "ferment" for about three days. For the red-headed vultures, this "maturity" is the best. During this period, they will guard the ingredients every step of the way and perform some kind of cooking in their minds (?
??), anyone who interferes before the ingredients are cooked will definitely end up fighting to the death - if you can't beat it, start calling friends.
If you refuse to eat it yourself and don't let others eat it, how can this be true in the wilderness?
The stubborn behavior of red-capped vultures means that almost every appearance of the red-capped vulture is accompanied by a small killing extravaganza.
The fat old vulture didn't mind the small movements of the "food" in front of him at all. After all, as one of the few senior members of the group, it had eaten similar food many times and already had quite a lot of experience:
The meat is very tender, and you don’t have to work hard to tear off the skin. The bones are as delicious as the meat, and they are crunchy when chewed...
Lin Moumou and Mr. Vulture stared at each other for a long time.
"It feels like it perfectly avoids the fact that it is a bird..."
The forced hostility effect is of no use to this thing at all??
Is your honest and arrogant temper inherited from your ancestors?
Well, the main reason why Lin Chou is so concerned about this vulture is that he is too hungry to bear it...
No matter how small a mosquito’s legs are, they are still meat! Besides, this vulture doesn’t look so unpalatable~
It's a pity that he didn't even bother to pay attention to him. He kept an appropriate distance from Lin Chou, neither far nor close, and walked back and forth with his wings in a gentle manner.
The feeling of hunger came earlier and more fiercely than Lin Chou expected. Lin Chou looked at the vulture with eyes becoming more and more fascinated and hungry, and his mouth watered.
"You've committed evil... Heaven's way is reincarnation... It's time for me to experience [patience] and [cosmopolitan home] on my own..." ①
I don’t know how long it took, but Leng Han’s voice came,
"Where is the warlock? What are you whispering to a vulture about?"
It's just a second-level red-headed vulture. It's nothing to worry about except being annoying. Even if Lin Chou is put in front of their eyes, they may not be able to break their defense.
Lin Chou said with a desolate look,
"Peel the elbows, simmer the fatty intestines, sauté the liver tips and steam the lion's head."
Leng Han: "???"
Lin Chou said,
"I said that when we two brothers talked about peeling elbows and steaming lion's heads, they were very good."
God, you are crazy!
Leng Han stretched out his hand and formed a lump of ice to cover Lin Chou's face.
"Are you hallucinating from hunger..."
There is no grass on the mountain, there are few animals, and the area is very large. Leng Han walked around for a long time and only killed an unlucky blue sheep nearby, found a handful of wild wheat, and returned to the hillside with enough firewood.
Leng Han didn't look particularly surprised when he learned that the warlock had lost him. He just said lightly, "If you call the warlock for help in the future, try to pick the three yellows when you or the warlock are in your hands."
Lin Chou's black question mark face: "..."
Ah Leng, feudal superstition is terrible!!
It's just a little flattened. It has nothing to do with the warlock's unique bad luck, right?
sack of balls——
Since the warlock cannot be blamed, then who should be blamed, Leng Han?
Hahahaha, stop joking~
Lin Moumou quietly praised his wit.
Can't refute!
Refutation becomes a proposition!
There is no doubt that this is the fault of the Warlock!
Over there, Leng Han had already lit the fire and was hurriedly stringing the whole disemboweled blue sheep on the branches.
Lin Chou:
"Use branches to form the shape of 'Feng' on the limbs..."
"It's slippery and it's hard to turn over..."
"I have salt and pepper in my left coat pocket..."
"Wrong, wrong, that's cumin powder and maidenhair powder... Oops... I put them out too early..."
"Where's the chili noodles? Where did I put the chili noodles?"
This blue sheep should still be a cub, weighing no more than two hundred kilograms in total. The meat is white and tender, with plenty of moisture and oil. The flames crackle, and the surface of the blue sheep is coated with an attractive layer of texture.
Fat brown red.
After hesitating for a moment, Leng Han took Lin Chou's head and put it on his lap.
Lin Chou was stunned and looked at the delicate red chin directly above him with fear.
"emmmmm"
How can this be more exciting than putting your head on someone else’s girlfriend’s lap??
A piece of mutton was handed to her mouth, and Lin Chou subconsciously reached out to take it. As usual, there was a series of "click" sounds.
"I'll feed you."
The mutton was stuffed into Lin Chou's mouth, and Leng Han even punched it with his fingers - almost ramming the mutton into Lin Chou's mouth.
"The seasoning was put in too early and it was a bit bitter, the salt didn't taste good, and it was a bit burnt...um..."
Lin Chou was so choked that she rolled her eyes wildly and swallowed the meat in her mouth with a gulp.
"I..."
However, one of his leg bones had already hit his front teeth, both small and medium-sized.
Lin Chou didn't even hesitate.
"Click~"
"Yeah! This lamb leg is roasted well, it's fragrant, tender and fat but not greasy!"
Leng Han asked while feeding,
"How's it going? How long will it take?"
As he ate, waves of warm currents surged from his belly to all parts of his body. Lin Chou felt a numb, itchy and stinging sensation at the same time.
"Hiss...it's good...it won't take long for the bones to grow back...don't think about fighting for now..."
Leng Han frowned and said,
"Actually, there are magic plant essences on the ship, of all levels, but I didn't bring them with me..."
Lin Chou quickly waved his hand,
"This prodigal bitch...cough...that thing is so expensive. It's not worth it. I have a great body and it tastes so good. I'll be fine soon."
Damn, it's so dangerous. When will this mouth stop being so active and cooperative? If something comes out, it will just come out.
A sheep soon entered Lin Chou's belly. The injury improved at an incredible speed, and Lin Chou could already raise his hand slightly.
I patted my belly with satisfaction and looked at the old vulture not far away.
"Gawa~"
The old vulture spread its wings, cried loudly, and finally flew away unwillingly.
"Why run away? It's not too late to stay and chat and eat a roasted vulture before leaving~" Lin Chou muttered, "The warlock is too unreliable. His skills cool down for such a long time. Why haven't he come back yet?
"
Among the things Leng Han brought back was a handful of wheat ears. When they were still green and tender, and pulpy, if you rub them with your hands, you would get a number of round, green wheat grains like gems.
"It looks good, where did you find it..."
Leng Han has become accustomed to Lin Moumu's way of speaking, and ignores his old profession.
"Not far from the foot of the mountain, there is a large field of wheat that is growing very well."
"Wait for me to mark it and come back to get it next time."
"..."
Leng Han went down the mountain twice and brought back three blue sheep of different sizes. After eating these sheep, Lin Chou could barely get up and move around.
I have to say that Lin Chou's physique was so strong that even Leng Han was surprised. There were only a few intact bones in his body. He just ate something to replenish his nutrition and he was alive and kicking again?
Lin Chou rolled up her arms and sleeves,
"Hey, two days... no... one more day, one day later, if I don't turn this mountain upside down for you, I will take your last name!"
But it made Lin Chou very frustrated.
The thief who stole the fur ball was right under his butt, but he had no choice but to feed the salted fish there!
Lin Chou's words haven't even finished yet.
"Boom~"
The mountains beneath the feet trembled violently, as if the entire sea bluestone mountain range was a whole, a living thing.
Lin Chou was startled,
"I'm...brother...I just said it casually...don't take it seriously..."
Then, there was movement in the sky.
Leng Han suddenly raised his head,
"coming."
An ancient giant well fell from the sky, and the voices of Mimi Mimi and countless echoes could be heard.
"Boss, boss lady, the warlock is back! He also brought the big cocoon and a dead man with him!"
"Be good, boss lady, don't move, I'll drag you back right now...leave you..."
In the dark sea, the ships of the Second Bandit Brigade surrounded the giant cocoon made of fur balls, and used criss-crossing cables to secure it.
Lin Chou gently stroked the "skin" of the hair ball. The velvety mycelium felt very comfortable.
"Strange, why is there no movement?"
The people on the boat were all excited to see the true form of the "Bloody Tribulus" and took photos together as a souvenir.
Mimi sighed,
"Oh my God, this is too big. Does it have to be hundreds of meters high?"
Mimi swallowed her saliva,
"I'm more concerned about how much energy it would take to drive Boss Lin's pet furball if he wanted to wear this so-called skin...I heard that it is not a vegetarian...well...literally not a vegetarian...
.”
Terrifying strength means an even more terrifying appetite, this is Mingguang's theorem.
Mimi stopped talking and suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Leng Han walked aside and uncovered the bloody corpse, "Huh? Liu Renjun? Did you kill him?"
The Warlock is completely hidden in his cloak, and the emoticon above his head is updated to [a mess.jpg]
The warlock was very unhappy, very unhappy.
He was holding a miniature mace in his hand and weighing it over and over.
"No, he ran away."
Leng Han frowned,
"Then this is..."
The magician said,
"His transformation ritual has been successful. The body has been abandoned and will continue to exist as a soul + spiritual entity."
Leng Han's brows were all knit together.
"It's even harder to get rid of him now..."
Souls always feel much more difficult to deal with than living people.
The sorcerer chatted,
"But there is still something to gain. I defeated one of Liu Renjun's ancestors - maybe this old guy named Anzu was the original member of the rebel party. He must know a lot."
The warlock took out an empty beer bottle,
"Here, it's right here. Don't break it, or they'll run away."
A blurry dark shadow was reflected in the bottle that still smelled of alcohol. It could barely be seen that it was the shape of a small man, but his body was riddled with holes like rags, and his limbs were torn apart.
Hanging like noodles.
This was the first time Lin Chou had seen this kind of operation, "Why the hell is it even soul-binding?"
The warlock scratched his head,
"The probability of failure is very high, unless the person signing the contract is willing...otherwise how do you think Liu Renjun escaped..."
It's embarrassing to say that even the warlock uncle didn't realize that the teleportation formation on the ground in the underground space was actually part of the entire transformation ceremony. In such a stunned moment, all the living corpses in the underground space were taken advantage of, and the blood corpses self-destructed and sacrificed. Liu Renjun's
The transformation ceremony was forcibly successful...
When he rushed out of the teleportation array with the fur ball on his shoulders, he appeared directly in the seabed fissure where the living corpses had disappeared.
As for Liu Renjun, he is naturally not here.
Thinking of this warlock makes my teeth itch with hatred,
"See you soon, see you soon, how free these guys are... Who has ever seen a 'back door' installed in the portal to install an 'emergency escape green channel'..."
..”
Lin Chou opened his mouth. He didn't know why he felt that the backdoor version of the emergency escape green channel that frustrated the warlock master was probably developed specifically for warlocks~
At this time, news came from another ship,
"Boss, the sea beast has retreated! The virtual beast has also retreated!"
Leng Han paused and put away the beer bottle.
"I need to return to the light immediately." (To be continued)