Chapter 615： Boil the eagle and cockfight (1/2)
To put it bluntly, Master Warlock grabbed... er, the head he brought was still a piece of genuine gold. If ordinary people would definitely have some swaying ideas about the potential value of this piece of gold, gold is not a mainstream currency, no matter how precious it is, but it is circulated. The smell of ammonia is forever. Who wants to eat the same dish for years with such a large pile of gold to hit his luck?
But our Sorcerer, no, he has repeatedly urged Lin Chou to quickly put away the gold-until now he is still worried that the gold will be gone after one more look, and next time there will be no second Qin Wuyong who will be kind enough. Bring back the gold with the big brain lump.
After a long wait of four hours, the sweet aroma of mushrooms and the plump and mellow composition of the three yellow chickens once again loaded the plow-shaped cortex of everyone’s brain with a covering bombardment of 500,000 times per second. Every information exchange between synapses can evoke the deepest taste memory in the cerebral cortex, and compare, compete, and collide with the lingering smell of the nose to create an all-encompassing memory.
The power of food is unparalleled. The taste of certain foods that have been enjoyed many years ago will be stored in the deep cortex of the brain in the form of pheromone ”naturally”, and a small tangram lock is placed on it to unlock the password of the memory. It is also some related or completely unrelated flavors. Once memories and real delicacy intersect, they can break through all obstacles--even the moral bottom line.
”hiss...”
Shan Ye sniffed and said annoyed, ”Mother, I knew I was carrying a sack of gold when I came out. Luan Mountain has more gold than his mother except for stones.”
Bai Qiongshou's nose is not a nose. Eyes are not eyes. Sure enough, getting rich first leads to the **** thing that Zhang draws. Why don't you take care of your brother who is in the same ups and downs?
Sighed deeply,
”This smell reminds me of the satisfaction of the old Zhao's stew in the house next door when I was a child, after I sniffed the wall roots for two hours.”
Master Warlock dragged the hot big dust with a cloud of black air, and took a deep breath.
”So, that one is the'Golden Rooster', right!”
Outside the door, the big rooster's sharp beak is facing the sky at a 45-degree angle, and it walks slowly and gracefully without squinting. When the golden and red feathers are shining, it looks like a proud and arrogant. Inborn.
Lin Chou nodded,
”Yan Huishan is just such a big cock.”
Master Warlock walked slowly towards the big cock, while sending out a friendly communication signal with a sound eight times harsher than a broken gong.
”Cuckoo~”
”Cuckoo~”
The dignity of the strong! How terrible you died!
Lin Chou almost didn't smash his eyeballs on the spot.
The big cock's feathers are all rushing up, the triangular tongue points out a point from the mouth, the cockscomb is red because of bloodshot, like a burning flame-this is a sign of an attack that is about to launch.
”Cough~”
The warlock also realized that the communication between the two sides had clearly entered a dead end, so he sat cross-legged in front of the big cock, and put a piece of chicken into the black mist that should have been his face or mouth.
”Emmmmm~”
Shan Ye was incredible,
”I'll give it a rub. Sure enough, eat. Chicking is a common feature of all humanoids.”
”...”
Every time the warlock ate a chopsticks dish, he deliberately slowed down his chewing speed. In the black mist under his hood, there seemed to be a pinch of scorching soul fire watching the big **** deeply.
The big **** was pulling his neck, staring at the warlock, and there was a horrified low ”groo” in his throat.
Master Shan slapped, ”Fuck, fuck, I'm going to scream.”
”Goo↘”
Just as everyone was looking forward to the upcoming ”miracle”, the voice of the big **** gradually disappeared.
”...”
”grass!”
Qin Wuyong blinked his eyes, ”This is really not intentional? Boss Lin, does your chicken know what to order?!”
Lin Chou replied with a pot, permanently imprinting Qin Wuyong's horn-shaped, brain-shaped face on the bottom of the pot.
Shen Feng happily, pointed to the pot and said,
”I said Linzi, you can just start a dinner draw to give me souvenirs from now on. The third to fifth-order bosses are real molds-cough, I mean real face molds, how valuable it is, no more, just It's very exciting to think about it.”
Huang Dashan bared his teeth,
”Tsk, the so-called'Tier 5'boss that your Master Shen said intentionally or unintentionally, is it just you? I remember the pot with your face shape, but it's still thrown at the back of the kitchen.”
Shen Feng sneered against each other.
”Tsk, it's as if the forest didn't save your Prince Huang's backup~”
”I said, your uncle, take a shot at Lao Tzu!”
…
The battle continues.
Warlock,
”Emmmmm~”
Big cock,
”Goo↘”
Warlock,
”Emmmmm~”
Big cock,
”Goo↘”
The big **** is like a patient with neurasthenia. After a while, he pulls his neck and sings like a sing. After struggling to suppress a nasal sound, there is no follow-up.
The people watching from the sidelines almost collapsed, and they could not wait to run over and grab the chicken's neck and squeeze its throat to let it spit out a few times when it was holding back.
The white dome heads the barbary way,
”It reminds me of some kind of memory that has almost been lost-boiled eagle.”
Shan Ye sneered,
”Silly beep, this is called cockfighting at best!”
”...”
Qin Wuyong poked Lin Chou with a hippy smile, ”I said Mr. Lin, you chicken...”
”Ha ha!”
Seeing Lin Chou holding an eight-inch-thick large pan unkindly, Qin Wuyong immediately persuaded him.
”Then what, I just want to ask, does this chicken understand what it's doing? These two guys have looked at each other for a long time, so why don't they run away? Whose serious chicken is like this?!”
Lin Chou coughed,
”Then what, the chicken that the warlock ate was the last old hen I brought back from the mine, and I think it's probably Sanhuang's little concubine who doesn't know a few hundred houses, and his hatred is stable. ”
”Sanhuang...Puff, you'll be famous so soon? No, this generation is so bad, how can it be higher than the four dogs...”
Lin Chou was speechless,
”Brother Wuyou, your focus has become more and more peculiar.”
Qin Wuyong laughed.
”Even the charming and enchanting country in the pot before his death, this will become the smell of soy sauce, what else to think about-besides, generally this kind of hatred is stable, it shouldn't be brainstorming soon. Oh! Sure enough, even the love of chickens is unreliable these years~”
Shan Ye snorted,
”You know what a puff~ Ah, this thing is called a strategy. If you can't beat you to death, you stare at you, if you don't stare, you should kill you. If you have something to do, stand back, except for the cannon fodder.
”It's not that simple. I think that the reason why this guy didn't stray away was because of psychological factors.”
When Bai Qiong opened his mouth for the first time, he analyzed it in a straightforward manner.
”You think, there are chickens inside and outside the pot, eating what is in the pot and looking at what is out of the pot, what kind of evil nature is this — for example, you Shan Ye, you are that chicken — -Oh fuck, don't make trouble... Don't fight, just talk about business... For example, your chicken is being looked at like this... You **** do it, I'm in a hurry!”
I really couldn't analyze it anymore, a ding bang made the analyst Bai unable to think and his head and **** were aching along the way.
Qin Wuyong smiled, lowered his head and pondered for a while.
”Hey? You said, Master Warlock is so anxious to make it scream, why is it? Just because of the unlucky urge, I can't wait to experience the thrill of the son of the plane and the extravagance of the atmosphere?”
Bai Qiong grinned,
”It won't be...but it's okay to say that. You take bad luck as bad luck. How do you know the pain of people who use bad luck for eating, drinking, and breathing?”
Lord Shan slapped his lips and said,
”Don't be the one who is going to mess with Summoning Abyss or something like that. Last time I touched the asteroid, it was only a few meters away to be able to chisel the whole Mingguang back into the furnace and recast it.”
Shen Feng interrupted,
”Before I heard people say that the warlock in online games has a super abnormal trick called Lu Chenshu or the like. Can you just mess it up with a piece of land? Isn't this guy trying to verify the authenticity?”
Huang Dashan spit out a sip of wine,