Chapter 150： Xian Jing (1/2)
Barnacles, also known as dog claw snails, horse teeth, and sea chicken feet, are also called delicacies from **** because of their strange and hideous shapes, but they are extremely delicious.
Lin Chou's food now is a very humble member of the barnacles. He doesn't even have a serious scientific name, and the taste is far inferior to the famous ”gooseneck barnacles” of the same kind.
However, who is embarrassed to ask for more such seafood and game?
Adult Gungun has a deep expression on his face.
Is this for food?
This must be delicious!
Stupid human beings actually want to deceive me? ?
It hit the idea on another reef, protruding out a claw like a guillotine, ”chacha”, cut off a few sharp corners, and threw it into the mouth.
”Quack, quack.”
Master Billowing with a bitter face, it only ate a mouthful of bitter stone **** that smelled of sea water.
”Hahaha.”
The sea breeze is fading and the waves are getting thinner.
The sea level around the island evaporates a faint mist, and it gathers two meters above the sea surface and gradually thickens.
There was no wave of waves above the thick fog, it was as calm as a frozen ice surface, with no fingers in sight, and at the same time absorbed the sound of waves crashing, causing the entire black sea to fall into silence.
Lord Gungun, ”Woo?”
Lin Chou glared and said of course:
”A joke! This handsome chef in the last days, will he care about a little **** and unreasonable sea fog?”
”Is there sea fog, I still get lost?”
”Oh...bah!”
Lord Kugun got up and tore off the other thigh of the angry frog in twos or twos. He wanted to carry it away. After a trial, it was too big to fly.
”Woo?”
”You can't die from starvation! I need to find land when I cook?”
Lin Chou's eyes were vicious, they were all Tier 6 strange beasts, and his brain was still so unusable.
......
On the vast sea of fog, dozens of kilometers away from the reef island.
Dozens of statues of big men in crude clothes made of fish skin and fish bones stood there, with sharp eyes like swords and swords.
Not seeing the slightest movement, but slowly moving forward in the sea of fog.
Suddenly, a bearded man with his eyes closed laughed.
”Mother, look at Lao Tzu, do you look like a **** who is soaring through the clouds?”
”Cut~”
”Shh!”
The man was boring, cursed, and put on the look of a fairy leaning on the wind and brushing his face.
”Fucking Lao Tzu is about to throw up, and a kind person hastened to throw him into the sea, Lao Tzu thank you for the whole family.”
”The whole family? Mother, you haven't been home in a few years? Does your son call you father?”
”...”
”Your uncle!!”
At the forefront, the man with the monitor in his hand looked at the light spots on the screen, and reached out to brush away the water droplets from the mist on the eyelashes. His face was dark and red with a delicate appearance. He seemed not old, at least. Much smaller than the group of people behind him.
”Boss, I found it, twenty miles ahead.”
”Yep?”
At this time, the mist surged, and a dozen more people showed their heads.
One of the men's upper body was covered with numerous scars. He squinted his eyes without waking up and said, ”Where? Under the sea?”
”No, on the sea, looking at the terrain, it should be Black Reef Island.”
”How could this brutal monkey spirit be on the island?”
”Is it preying.”