Chapter 367 Old Man Snoopy

A clanging sound sounded. Accompanied by a vague "ga oh ga oh" sound. No need to guess. The only person who can create this weird bark is a dead dog. I can't think of any other kind of creature in the entire Dark Continent. At this time, it was burying its head in a basin-sized dish. The furry head kept shaking. Sauce splashed all over the sky.

It is said that he is becoming more and more aware of being a dog. I remember the beginning. It seems to be intended to show equality or even superiority. Insist on sitting in a chair and eating with a knife and fork like the rest of us. The result was a tragic discovery. As a dog. It really can't behave like a human. to the end. It was dying of hunger. That inexplicable dignity cannot help but yield in front of instinct. It was also little Willas who had a soft heart. Giving it a specially made exquisite porcelain plate is more than enough. Even food is what we eat. It eats whatever it wants. As a result, I'm used to it now.

. I really hope that it can also be a little more aware of having spare dry food.

The little mermaid is having a hard time waking up. It was put on the table by the little ghost. He was holding an unknown fruit that was heavier than himself. Chewing with relish. And look next to her. A large number of cleanly chewed fruit cores have accumulated. It was completely unimaginable how her stomach could hold food that was more than ten times larger than her own.

besides……

I looked back. He pointed at the unidentified meat that was painted in a surrealist style on the plate in front of his table. There is a faint hint of green heat floating above that numbs the sense of smell. A few drops of sweat suddenly fell from his forehead.

"Little Jasmine. Can you tell me what this is?"

"Meat of Stymon..."

"That. Can you make it a little clearer!" I mean. It doesn't matter what kind of meat it is. What I care about more is the production process.

"As expected of your master."

Listen to me. Princess Sanwu was stunned for a moment. The expressionless bright eyes looked over.

Ahhh. It seems to be praised. Should I be happy? By the way, I don't understand why she praised me at all. Which point in the question just now deserves praise? Do you want to say that I am becoming more alert?

"Did you smell it? There is vajra meat inside."

"No. I mean..."

As I said, my concern is not about materials. It's the production process. You know what I mean, right? It's probably a deliberate avoidance. Maybe he wanted to hide the production process. How horrific must the process be to hide it? I'm afraid I'll lose my appetite. That's it, bastard! !

"And Godzilla meat. White devil meat..." Princess Sanwu silently counted them on her fingers.

never mind. The ingredients are scary enough. I feel like it’s better not to ask about the production process. Otherwise, it is very likely to lead to distortion of my outlook on life, values, and even my personality. All right. I admit it's my own pain in the ass. You must buy such strange things on a whim for Princess Sanwu to study. In fact, if you think about it carefully at that time, you will understand. Serving as a guinea pig for the results of her research. Isn’t it just me?

It seems that dead dogs also eat this. My eyes secretly glanced at the little golden Pekingese with its head on the plate. He seemed to notice my gaze. It suddenly turned around alertly. He glared at me. The dripping eyes have a hint of heightening. Gao gao gao a few times. It seems to be saying: What are you looking at? Don’t you see that I am having a meal?

All right. It's time to think about it. Should we add another kind of meat to this dish tomorrow - Pekingese dog meat?

as far as I know. This dead dog is still very picky about taste. At least you're pickier than me. If it can be eaten. That means there is nothing wrong with the taste. certainly. Just in terms of taste. delicious. Not necessarily poisonous. Dogs can eat it. I may not be able to eat----the precious stomach bag of human beings. How can it be compared with a dog?

With the awareness of mortality. I used a ladle to scoop out a spoonful of dark green minced meat. Swallow the meat in your mouth with your eyes closed. Then the whole thing seemed to be hit by high-voltage current. Shake violently a few times. Then he stiffened on the spot.

smell. Surprisingly good.

In fact, just think about it carefully. The taste of food is actually equivalent to Princess Sanwu’s yin and yang barometer. As long as it doesn't make her unhappy. She will never make anything unpalatable. In a sense. She is also a very easy to raise little loli.

The little ghost tilted his head aside. He looked at me eagerly with his beautiful silver eyes. Two tender little hands held a cracked diamond. As always, he was eating like a squirrel eating pine cones. See that my "test of poison" was successful. He quickly stuffed the remaining half of the diamond into the small mouth. Although it's only half the size. But it was still a bit too big for her tiny stature. The little mouth was immediately filled to the brim. Then he covered his mouth with his two small hands. The cheeks kept bulging cutely. There was a hair-raising "rustling" sound, as if metal was being crushed, coming from between the fingers. After several dozen seconds. Swallow it with a gulp.

Unimaginable. I can actually survive under her sharp teeth until now. Thanks to the party. Thank you people. Thanks TV. Thanks CCAV.

After swallowing the diamond whole. The little ghost quickly swept away the food in front of him. But such a tiny amount was still too little for her bottomless stomach. then. She aimed her gaze at me.

not good. I immediately chewed faster. But it was too late. A gust of wind blew. The little ghost said "Hey". The petite body of the white robe actually exudes a tiger-like aura. He ran into my arms. Hello. Do you want to commit murder?

at last. I could only helplessly let the little ghost lean into my arms. Enjoying the food that originally belonged to you. How sad. It seems that I am eating dried meat to satisfy my hunger again tonight.

This scene before my eyes. It’s just part of daily life at home. Tonight will probably be the same as before. Have a peaceful night.

Seems unlikely...

Caressing the long moonlight hair of the little ghost that fell in front of his eyes. I raised my head and glanced at Princess Sanwu.

"Little Jasmine. It seems that a guest is here. Go out and open the door."

Is it that little fox? No. The footsteps were wrong. The heavy weight was also mixed with the sound of hitting hard objects. I've heard a lot of sounds similar to this one. Isn’t that Akala on crutches? Therefore, the other person should be on crutches like Akala. From the rhythmless footsteps. Probably not an adventurer. There is no hostility. Otherwise, you won't be able to pass the poisonous flower vine level.

Well. Damn it. The problem happened again. This isn't the wild. Where is the enemy to harm yourself? I scratched my hair in annoyance. I feel depressed about my subconscious analysis and judgment.

"Okay, little one. You eat slowly here. I'm going out to greet the guests. Remember to hide the little mermaid." He kissed the white and soft cheek. I picked up the little ghost sitting on my lap. Move it out of the way and put it on a chair. Leaving with a smile on her face as she mumbled a "hmm" response.

On the hall. Princess Sanwu has already welcomed the guests in. Just like I imagined. The other party is an elderly man. The wrinkles on his face look like those of an old man in his seventies. certainly. This is according to the original world. In the dark world. A seventy-year-old commoner is only equivalent to a forty-fifty-year-old in the original world. That is to say. Even if the old man is a civilian. It's at least a hundred years old. If you are an adventurer. That age will be a little older.

He toyed with his cane absentmindedly. From time to time, his old but spirited gaze would be cast outside the door. There seems to be something urgent. I just showed up at the door. He immediately stood up. His eyes were extremely excited.

"You are Wu Fan. Is the golden bird in your hand?"

Hello. Who are you, old man? Is there anyone who asks people this?

"Yes. I am Wu Fan. I wonder if you are..."

I looked the old man up and down hesitantly. A simple cloth robe. Half of the shoulder is exposed. If it weren't for the clothes it would still be clean. It's not surprising that someone dressed like this would be mistaken for a beggar.

"What. You don't know me..." The old man was stunned. It seems a bit unbelievable. Then it dawned on me.

"Oh. You must be an adventurer who just came to Kurast, right?"

Who are you. He looks very awesome. I looked at the old man who seemed to have too much self-confidence. nodded.

"My name is Eco. I am an alchemist and part-time businessman. I am also one of the leaders of the alliance. I think you should have heard of it." The old man said. There was a hint of urgency in his tone.

It turned out to be him. Isn't this the suspicion of blaspheming the name of my precious daughter Aikelu? Is that the bad old man who is a businessman and gambles that I renamed Snoopy? No wonder he is so confident. As an alchemist. In some aspects, his knowledge is even broader than Thorne's. Adventurers can always pick up some strange things during their experience. These things will be asked by them to Eco. In addition, he also works part-time selling some potions necessary for adventurers. There is also equipment gambling. Hence the whole Kurast. The only people who don't know him are the newcomers who have just arrived.

But look at him. You must not know the identity of my elder yet.

"I understand. The golden bird is indeed in my hand. What can I do?"

He seemed a little surprised by my cold attitude. But Eco didn't take it to heart. I heard that the golden bird is indeed in my hand. He nodded excitedly. Then he took out an ancient and thick animal skin book from somewhere. Turned to one of the pages. Said urgently.

"Then let me tell you the truth. The golden bird is of no use in your hands. I hope you can transfer it to me. Of course. I think. You will never refuse the reward I offer."

What a loud tone. You know, we are called the nouveau riche. Something precious in the eyes of ordinary adventurers. It's nothing to me. I glanced at Old Man Snoopy suspiciously.

Seeing my distrust. Old Man Snoopy wasn't angry either. But smile confidently. He began to slowly tell me the origin of the golden bird.

turn out to be. Thousands of years ago. There was a sage named Kuya. He devoted his life to studying the mysteries of life. When success is about to happen. His life has come to an end. With endless regret. He sealed the research results and equipment materials in a statue. And this statue. It’s the golden bird in my hand. Old Snoopy also accidentally came across Kuya's notes again. Only then did I know this was happening.

Talking about the experience of looking for the golden bird. This old Snoopy is so pitiful. First, we came to the hiding place of the golden bird according to the records in the handbook. It was found that it had already been taken away. After many twists and turns, the whereabouts of the golden bird was found again. As a result, the golden bird was changed hands by the original owner. One turn, two turns, three turns, I don’t know how many times. The last time I heard about it was Captain Masif's whereabouts. Around and around. In the end, we circled back to Kurast. Old Snoopy, who couldn't laugh or cry, finally rushed back overnight to ask Masif. In the end, he caught up with me.

What a poor old man. You are still running around at such an age. Think of this. I don't want to embarrass him either. The golden bird is of no use to me anyway. So I simply took it out. Passed it to Old Man Snoopy.

Seeing that the treasure that I have been looking for for a long time has finally been obtained. Old Snoopy's excitement can be imagined. He started dancing in front of me. It took a while to calm down.

"That sage named Kuya. What exactly did he research?" Seeing the old man Snoopy was so excited. I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

While using his rough old hands, he carefully stroked the exquisite patterns on the golden bird. Old Man Snoopy turned his head. He looked at me deeply. He said eight words that made me extremely serious.

"Permanent life increasing potion!!"