Chapter 972： An ancestral temper (Thank you for being unsteady and unsteady!) (1/2)
On the hillside several kilometers thick above Uncle Warlock's head, the flat and flat Lin was helplessly looking at the vulture who had just landed next to him affectionately.
The hairline of this vulture has receded to the base of the neck. The skin of the neck without any feathers is dark red, and the black hook mouth on the front of the bald skull is stretched and shrunk. In addition, it looks like a rickety old man. The same standing posture looks quite funny.
One person and one vulture looked at each other for quite a while, and the two sides looked evenly matched.
Cough, Lieutenant General Leng didn't even think that the warlock who stayed to protect Lin Chou just left her for food on the front foot, and the warlock on the back foot lost her play.
”Slightly slightly slightly~”
Lin Chou winked at the fat old vulture a little bored.
This is a greedy second-order red-topped vulture. Its dark-green pupils are flashing with grabbing light. Its sharp claws and hooked beak can tear the carapace and fur of a third-order alien beast. , Even on the ground is not inferior to most different beasts of the same rank.
When the old vulture was pacing, his toes rubbed against the lapis lazuli and made a rough and sour sound, and sparks popped out of his feet from time to time.
Vultures are very patient creatures, especially this red-headed vulture is one of the best. It is said that they can stare at their favorite ingredients for a long time for their favorite ”taste” and ”ripeness”. Month long.
There are many evolutionaries who were badly injured in the wilderness and were extremely lucky to climb back to the base city to survive. They said that the red-headed vulture is definitely a psychological shadow they can't get rid of for a lifetime-that kind of sneaky eyes all the time Thinking about you, or the feeling of thinking about you after death and the meat on your body that is about to rot, is really tingling.
However, the red-headed vulture is very lazy, afraid that it needs only a little bit of strength to crush an ant, and it will still not be able to move.
They come in groups, smelling the smell of blood and the dying soul, but they will never get involved in the death ”process” of their favorite ingredients. They will only silently be a witness with their eyes and their bodies squatting on the side.
When swarms of red-topped vultures fell from the sky and stood neatly and watched the ”food” gradually die, the scene even had a sense of solemn and solemn ritual.
In fact, after the red-topped vultures confirmed the death of the target, it was the beginning of the carnival.
The ingredients will naturally ”ferment” for about three days after the ingredients are hung up. For the red-topped vultures, this ”maturity” is the most wonderful. During this period, they will stick to the ingredients and cook in a certain way (? ??), until the ingredients are matured, everything that is disturbed is bound to be a life-and-death-if you can't beat it, start calling friends and calling friends.
You don’t want to eat it yourself, and you don’t let others eat it. Where is the truth in the wilderness?
The stubborn behavior of the red-headed vultures makes every appearance of them almost always accompanied by a small killing event.
The fat old vulture doesn't mind the small actions of ”food ingredients”. After all, as one of the few elderly seniors in the ethnic group, it has eaten similar food many times and has quite experience:
The meat is very fresh and tender, there is no need to tear off the fur at all, the bones are as delicious as the meat, and they are crunchy and crunchy...
Lin XX and the old vulture stared at each other for a long time,
”It feels that it perfectly avoided the fact that it is a bird...”
The effect of forced hostility is that Mao is useless for this thing? ?
Your honest temper is from the ancestors~
Well, the main reason why Lin Chou cares about this vulture so much is that he is too hungry to bear it...
Smaller mosquito legs are meat! Besides, this vulture doesn't look so unpalatable~
It's a pity that they didn't even mean to pay attention to him. They kept a proper distance from Lin Chou, not far or near, and politely paced back and forth holding their wings.
The hunger came earlier and ferocious than Lin Chou expected. Lin Chou looked at the vulture more and more fascinated and hungry, and his saliva was dripping.
”Creating evil... The way of heaven is reincarnation... It's time for this handsome to experience [Endurance] and [Four Seas Home]...” ①
I don’t know how long it took, Leng Han’s voice came.
”Where is the warlock? What are you whispering to a vulture?”
A Tier 2 red-topped vulture was nothing but annoying. It was just that putting Lin Chou in front of them would not necessarily break the defense.
Lin Chou said with a desolate face,
”Steamed lion's head with stewed pork elbow and fat intestines and liver tip.”
Leng Han: ”???”
Lin Chou said,
”I said that our brothers talked about grilling elbows and steaming lion's head.”
God, go crazy!
Leng Han stretched out his hand and condensed a lump of ice on Lin Chou's face.
”Hungry hallucinations...”
Haiqingshishan has no grass, scarce animals, and a very large area. After Lenghan spent half a day, he only killed a hapless rock sheep nearby, found a handful of wild wheat, and returned to the **** with enough firewood.
Leng Han was not particularly surprised when he learned that the uncle Warlock had lost himself to the game. He just said faintly, ”If you call the Warlock for help in the future, try to pick the three yellows when you or the Warlock are in your hands.”
Lin Sorrow's black question mark face: ”...”
Ah Leng, feudal superstition is terrible! !
It just smashed a bit, it has nothing to do with the maverick bad luck of the warlock, right?
The sack of the ball--
Since the warlock cannot be blamed, who is to blame, Leng Han?
Hahaha hiccup, stop joking~
Lin Moumou quietly liked his wit.
Can't refute!
Refutation becomes a proposition!
There is no doubt that this is the pot of Uncle Warlock!
Over there, Leng Han had already lit the fire and hurriedly skewered the whole open rock sheep on the branch.
Lin Sorrow:
”You need to use branches on the limbs to make the font ”Feng”...”
”It's not easy to turn it over...”
”I have salt and pepper in the left pocket of my shirt...”
”Wrong, wrong, that is cumin powder and iron vine powder...Oh...it's early...”
”How about chili noodles? Where did I put the chili noodles?”
This rock sheep should still be a cub, and all the weights should not exceed two hundred catties. The meat is fine white and tender, with sufficient moisture and oil. The flame is crackling, and the surface of the rock sheep is coated with a touching layer. Grease brown red.
After hesitating, Leng Han pulled Lin Chou's head on his lap.
Lin Chou was stunned, looking at the delicate red chin just above him in shock.
”Emmmmm”
How can this be more exciting than putting your head on the thigh of someone else’s girlfriend? ?
A piece of mutton was handed to his mouth, and Lin Chou subconsciously reached out to pick it up. As usual, it was a series of ”clicks”.
”I feed you.”
The mutton was stuffed into his mouth, and Leng Han also pricked the pestle with his fingers-almost tamping the mutton in Lin Chou's mouth.
”The seasoning is a bit bitter if you put it early, the salt is not delicious, and it's a bit burnt...well...”
Lin Chou was choked and rolled his eyes frantically, swallowing the meat in his mouth with a grunt.
”I...”
However, a leg bone had already hit his small and delicate front teeth.
Lin Chou didn't even hesitate,
”Crack~”
”Yeah! This lamb leg is roasted well, it's fragrant, tender and fat without greasy!”
Leng Han asked while feeding.
”How about it, how long will it take?”