At this time, at the foot of the mountain.
Niu Lanshan, who was wearing a 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 grease.
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 by their daily lives 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 silly 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 his back teeth started to itch when he mentioned this old man from Niulan Mountain who had been awesome all his life - he had a deep understanding of what it was like to face a being who was even more awesome than him. Even one of his dogs couldn't beat him.
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, which was better than Wen was keeping the quilts on his own bed. Serious and cautious, 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. The entire inventory was emptied in the blink of an eye - by two cats.
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.
Hyakki Yakou, who can come and go for several rounds against ethereal beasts, is the nemesis of his proud bloodline ability, but it turns out that he is a fat and billowing 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, damn they were too 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..."
In three days it will be the old guy's birthday, and nothing can please him more than a magical dish that can prolong life and increase longevity.
Niu Lanshan threw away the one hundred and ninety-sixth roasted rabbit in three days, tied a small object on his waistband, and after thinking about it, tucked it into his underwear. Then he felt a lot more at ease, so he 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 talking to.
A skeleton and the big man who made him feel 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, didn't he notice me? Is it too late to run away now?
However, a shadow enveloped Niulan Mountain.
With only a rolling pin in his 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 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 was really not that he was a coward, but that this big girl easily crushed her sister's throat with one hand - even though her sister was not an evolver known for her physical strength, she was still a solid sixth-level person.
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 Zhi 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 slightly, 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 unabashed, naked contempt and extreme contempt.
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 made up for the 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 when 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 as if the earth was shattering. His boat was instantly torn apart by huge waves hundreds of meters high, and he himself almost died in the sea - oh, in fact, if it weren't for this uncle, he might not have conquered Zhi Qi. ability and fate.
This is the so-called super master in the industry, who has absolute authority and suppression in the industry.
Maybe his gadgets were just a sideshow to him, oh, not even a sideshow, maybe they were just the leftovers that he chewed and spat 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 let him happen to it?
Thousands of words condensed into one sentence:
who I am?
where am I?
Why on earth would I feel uncomfortable in this damn place?
——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 here is a kind of torture.
"That...Lin...Boss Lin? I heard that you have half-crocodile dragon meat here? Can I order one?"
Sikong's eyes suddenly became subtle - Hey, let me go! I am eating well here, but suddenly someone jumps out and wants to snatch my medicine. What does it mean? !
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 size, there was no half-crocodile dragon again. This shows that it is rare. God knows which corner Gungun got it from.
This thing, coupled with the dregs of Longhudou medicine, can stabilize Sikong's condition. Seeing that he was about to finish eating, 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 felt that he was being targeted with malice. Could it be that someone wanted 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 about it, 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..."
He only had two months to steal a 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 had a look on his face, what kind of unlucky thing happened to make me catch up with him today, right?
Don't even 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, two months, I will definitely do it!"
Sikong smiled,
"ok, I..."
Unexpectedly, the big-breasted sister suddenly interrupted,
"This dirty male creature is nothing. He even tricked his boss. He is not worthy of trust at all!"
At the end, I added another sentence,
"You'd better let him establish a written record!"
"..."
Sorry, forgive Mr. Sikong for laughing right then.
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 counting the signature but also the red handprint.
"Master Sikong, look at it, is this okay?"
"Well, okay, okay..."
Sikong hadn't finished laughing yet.
So Lin Chou went to the back to prepare red braised crocodile palms. 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 and whispered,
"Is that Lord Niu from the Black Sea?"
"Should we go over and say hello?"
"Let's forget it... Master Lanshan doesn't look right, he doesn't seem happy."
"Hmm...I think so..."
"Huh? Did you hear anything?"
"Mingyue, you think we are all as obedient as you. 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 are fine 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 for 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,
"No cat, no cat, not afraid of cat, cat can't see me, 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? Ouch, 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 for a good meal, 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 this to 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 delicious taste of a snail that he danced - it can be said that the snail was the life-saver of Lin Chou and the potted plants. How could Lin Chou not remember such a big thing?
