The convoy soon arrived at the Hetao Corridor, pointing to Yanhui Mountain in the distance.
As long as a large convoy like this doesn't encounter beasts like toothy wolves that move in groups and are always very hungry, there is almost no danger.
Now that the beast tide has just passed, there are two or three big and small kittens near Mingguang. Compared with the usual cuteness, the strange beasts are not too willing to approach this sad place for the time being, unless they are living corpses without any sense.
Emmmm, the people in the convoy are eager to meet living corpses. If they are of high quality, they can make back their drinking money today.
However, the journey was uneventful, and the convoy drove into a courtyard surrounded by bare pitcher plants like towering trees.
The middle-aged man who had just arrived looked at Yan Huishan in shock and rubbed his eyes vigorously:
Flowers are blooming all over the mountain, and the misty hot springs are full of plants full of small flowers. The unknown red fruits on the vines are fragrant and attractive; the top of the hillside seems to be made of hundreds of pure silver. A meter-high giant tree with blades as sharp as swords. Next to it are several wooden houses stacked with logs. Judging from the architectural style and the pavilions on the hillside, they seem to be made by one person. On the hillside on the right, there are several suspected billiard tables. There were big and thorny things placed there, and there was even a sign for scoring with something written on it. Not far from the ball table, there was a... holy shit, a golden statue? ?
The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva.
"This is...have I come to the wrong place? Is this still a wilderness?!"
In general, the scenery is picturesque with beautiful mountains and clear waters - except for a certain gleaming golden statue with an outrageous appearance and a nouveau riche.
When they arrived, a group of people were having a dinner on the hillside. Among them, a young man came over with a smile. It was the boss Lin Choulin who ordered Gobi sheep last time.
Lin Chou said politely,
"Oh, sorry to bother you, I was just wondering why I didn't arrive."
Lin Chou glanced at the vehicles nearby and said strangely,
"Don't tell me this is a sheep hunting team. The lineup is a bit too luxurious."
The middle-aged man opened his mouth,
"Um...cough...no, the hunting team above me left the city without notifying me, and no one was here. These kind-hearted evolved masters heard that I was going to deliver goods to you, and they had to protect me no matter what. Haha~"
Middle-aged people still understand how to speak more pleasantly. Isn't it just to earn face when someone comes all the way to deliver it to you? Why not do it.
Then the middle-aged man heard Lin Chou say,
"I said it looks familiar to me. It turns out I've eaten here before. I didn't want to open in the afternoon - haha, what can I eat?"
Middle-aged man: "..."
Finished?
Is this the end? ?
Is this the end? ? ?
As a result, these big evolutionists were all very happy.
"Ah hahaha, thank you, Boss Lin, for your extra mercy. Everyone is lucky today, so we can catch up for once."
"I want tomahawk steak. There must be some available this week, right! I've been thinking about it for two months and haven't been able to get it!"
The dejected middle-aged man walked away in a daze holding a dried salt-baked chicken. The car was already driving down the mountain before he remembered - emmmmm, I think I should have thanked Boss Lin just now?
Looking at the salt-baked chicken placed on the passenger seat, the middle-aged man muttered,
"It's not like picking at this."
Hi, what a heart-warming little gift~
If a certain Black Heart Forest boss knew that he thought so, he would definitely be very happy, and maybe he would give him another... no, two salt-baked chickens.
However--
"What!"
"Mea~"
"Mea."
The panicked sheep huddled together on the hillside and screamed loudly, pulling their necks. The sound was miserable, making those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.
As alien beasts, they can completely sense the surging aura of the strange two-legged creatures in front of them. To them, it is equivalent to the aura of a predator.
It's impossible to hold back this thing when it screams, one race after another.
Su Yourong covered her ears, "Master, they are so noisy..."
It didn't matter that the sheep were barking, the four dogs over there jumped over from behind the house, stepping on the big stone with piercing eyes.
"..."
The flock fell silent for a moment.
Si Gouzi was very satisfied and proud. His big blue eyes scanned the sheep and the people on the hillside, as if to say——
"Look, this is the kingdom that this king has laid for you! Oooh~"
Sigouzi's momentum was quite strong, and the group of people were shocked. Huang Dashan, who usually teased the dogs with the big bones they had chewed, swallowed and made a huge "gurgling" sound.
Master Shan suddenly remembered that this thing in front of him seemed to be a sixth-order alien beast? Just grab and press and turn over half of the people present effortlessly...
(Okay, okay, this is a domestic knock-off.)
Lin Chou didn't know what the evil wind was coming from Si Gouzi today, so he threw a red bean fruit at him.
"Looking for a draw? What are you looking at? Why don't you pen the sheep for me!"
Si Gouzi whimpered as he was hit, and trotted over obediently to catch the sheep.
"Baa! Baa baa↘"
Now all the sheep were lying on the ground, so frightened that they couldn't even stand up.
"..."
Si Gouzi was at a loss. He tilted his head and looked at it again and again, then suddenly opened his big mouth and bit the sheep.
Based on Gouzi's current size, it is estimated that it would take three to five sheep to eat it in one bite. However, Gouzi really doesn't want to eat sheep, and the boss is just watching with cold eyes. Is it stupid to think that Gouzi is stupid?
After picking up a pile of wool and talking about a few sheep, the four dogs waggled their tails and ran towards the back hill. They went back and forth more than a dozen times, and it was done easily!
Lin Chou was a little doubtful.
"Is this a bitch? Don't you think only females have this kind of skill..."
A certain fourth-level boss with eight third-level juniors in the sheep-delivery convoy wiped his hands in cold sweat.
"Boss Lin, you usually just raise flowers and grass. Is there really no psychological pressure from raising such... things?"
When Gouzi's magic weapon descended from the sky just now, he almost drew his sword on the spot. It was so scary.
Lin Chou's teeth were itching with hatred.
"There is still some psychological pressure. After all, it used to be only over one meter long and less than two meters long. Now - this thing is so edible."
As a white-eyed wolf who can't get enough to eat, you can't imitate Xiaoqing's hibernation every three to five days and then sleep in spring and autumn for several months to save food!
The fourth-level boss was speechless.
That Boss Lin, the generation gap between us seems a bit deep...
but!
The fourth-level boss suddenly laughed. As a semi-regular customer of the restaurant, he still understood Boss Lin's rules.
"Boss Lin, we...can try this mutton for you..."
Lin Chou was about to say that I had already tried it, but he saw a circle of expectant eyes.
"Okay, then they will be the dry food for tonight."
Huang Dashan jumps three feet high,
"Okay, I'll send Mr. Wen a radio call, hey."
"There is something delicious, call him? Don't call him? No, you have to be loyal," Zhao Ziyu pinched his chin, "I need to contact me, uh..."
Mr. Zhao lived too long and married too many. The generational hierarchy in his family has always been rather chaotic. Of course, he himself didn't care about such trivial matters, so the younger generations always called him the standard template of "Grandpa Grandpa".
As for Mr. Zhao, whom Zhao Ziyu labeled as a "good friend" and "good buddy", he is the kind of person who follows unlucky people. He just needs to be called according to his age, which is very casual.
The Zhao family is accustomed to this and speaks plausibly - in our Zhao family, strength is seniority!
But he is not very accepting of other people, so there are always the most weeds on the road in front of Zhao's house in the base city, and no one wants to visit at all.
Sikong said,
"Your second uncle? When he comes, our fat man will have to follow him, emmm... Sister Xingxing will definitely come after smelling the smell, and then Ali..."
Huang Dashan and Lin Chou shouted together,
"Don't!"
"Then if we have to fight again, how can we eat?"
