Chapter 80: dogs don't eat
Chapter 80 Dogs Don't Eat
Poof
The other old man couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
"No way, I've heard of Tianjiao, isn't he a martial artist? What's the matter with his appearance?"
"Who knows? I'm also just hearsay, let's just say it, you can listen to it for the moment."
waved his hand, the old man pointed to the chessboard in front of him and shouted.
"Come on, don't worry about it, play chess! Play chess!"
"No, I want to know what kind of talent and beauty can get into the eyes of the demon master Duan Musui. I have to find someone to inquire."
After , the old man waved his hand, disrupting the chess game in front of him, and disappeared into the mountains in an instant, leaving the other old man beating his chest and stomping his feet.
"You bastard, if you don't win, you're going to be a shame. Old Demon Han, you have to die!"
………………
In the exquisite wing room, Zhao Yinshun slowly opened his eyes from the retreat. In an instant, the light in the whole room was dimmed, and only the dim divine light in his pupils remained in the small world.
A thick and turbid fishy smell spewed from the mouth and nose, and the subtle filth in the internal organs was excreted with breathing.
【The Secret Record of True Martial Arts】: LV.41+3
【God】: 39+2+2 (Excellent)
【Fine】: 30+3 (Excellent)
【Qi】: 31+2 (Excellent)
Looking at the drastic changes on the attribute panel, Zhao Yinshun was filled with emotion.
In just one night, [Zhenwu Secret Record] surged by 3 levels, and he couldn't even digest the 2 points of [God] attribute he increased yesterday!
And since he moved into Duanmu Sui's mansion yesterday, he has clearly noticed that the concentration of aura here is nearly double that of the outside.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to upgrade [True Martial Secret Record] to 3 levels overnight!
But this is still not his limit. If it wasn't for the concentration of aura holding him back, and after squeezing [God] to the extreme, he would have the confidence to upgrade to 4 levels overnight!
such a pity…
shook his head, Zhao Yinshun looked at some of the inconspicuous records in the attribute panel.
"Affected by [Qualification], the training efficiency of [God] attribute (Excellence) is increased by 392%."
"Affected by [Qualification], the training efficiency of [Essence] attribute (Excellence) is increased by 431%."
"Affected by [Qualification], the training efficiency of [Qi] attribute (excellent) has been increased by 426%."
Root bone, aptitude, understanding...
With the skyrocketing of these three innate attributes, Zhao Yinshun really felt what the upgrade speed of riding a rocket is!
Shidao rank, so terrifying!
I was sighing in my heart when Duanmu Sui's gentle voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Shun'er, open the door."
hurriedly jumped off the bed, Zhao Yinshun opened the door, and saw Duanmu Sui's flower-like smile.
"Last night, I had a hard time cultivating. I made some breakfast for you, eat it while it's hot."
Only then did she notice that she was holding a wooden plate in her hand, Zhao Yinshun hurriedly took it and smiled embarrassedly.
"You can just leave this kind of thing to the servant, why do you need to do it yourself, Master?"
"But it's just the two of us at home. If I don't do anything, you'll have to starve."
Handed the dinner plate to Zhao Yinshun, Duanmu Sui sat at the table with him, rested his chin with one hand, and looked at him expectantly.
"Would you like to taste it?"
"Uh... why didn't Shizun hire some maids to take care of the chores?"
Feeling a little embarrassed by her gaze, Zhao Yinshun asked casually as he lifted the lid of the insulated bowl.
But the smell rushed to his face and he almost fell over with a somersault, and the reddish eye sockets instantly began to show a hint of moisture.
No, this taste is too high...
His eyes were red with smoke, Zhao Yinshun used all his willpower to suppress the urge to pour it into the sewer, and squeezed a forced smile to Duanmu Sui.
"There are servants who handle chores at Shanmen, but Lanzhou Mansion is a house given by others. I only stayed for two days, so I am too lazy to recruit people."
"Besides, mortals can't stay by my side for a long time, their souls can't stand it..."
While speaking quietly, Duanmu Sui noticed Zhao Yinshun's difficult expression, and sighed in disappointment.
"Hey...I know, your sister doesn't like to eat what I make, it's obviously very nutritious..."
Looking at the sticky purple-black semi-solid unknown paste in the sea bowl, and at Master's frustrated expression, Zhao Yinshun's eyes twitched, he picked up a spoon with great willpower and scooped up a lump of paste and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Forget it, don't force it if you don't want to eat it, Master won't be angry with you."
Seeing Zhao Yinshun wriggling cheeks with a grim expression, Duanmu Sui persuaded softly.
Guru
Forcibly swallowed the unidentified object with a curious taste, Zhao Yinshun squeezed out a smile, and was about to comfort Duanmu Sui, when his face suddenly changed.
The goo that enters the stomach sac releases the hot energy like nuclear fusion, which runs along the blood meridians to every cell in the body.
The thirsty soul is like a traveler who has found an oasis in the desert, plunges into the spring water, and **** the huge energy greedily.
The body is cheering, and the soul is singing!
Attributes deposited in the depths of the spiritual flesh begin to be digested and absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and transformed into real power!
"Master, what material is this made of?"
swallowed his saliva, Zhao Yinshun looked at the sea bowl like a small basin in front of him, and couldn't help asking aloud.
This blood food is many times stronger than President Qin's hundred-year-old python!
"Ah? The main ingredient is the meat of a golden-winged Dapeng. Don't you like eating bird meat? Then I'll change it next time. It's hard to find real dragons, and there are still some stocks of Jiaolong meat at home..."
Hearing Duanmu Sui's tone like a housewife discussing the ingredients for dinner, Zhao Yinshun took a deep breath.
Poverty limits my imagination…
Said, Duanmu Sui was about to put away the dinner plate, looking like he was about to throw away the goo, Zhao Yinshun hurriedly hugged the sea bowl.
"Master, I haven't finished eating yet!"
"Don't you like it?"
"No! I love it!"
Staring at Duanmu Sui's confused eyes, Zhao Yinshun said decisively, word by word.
After he finished speaking, he picked up the spoon and swallowed the curious purple-black paste one by one, with a serious expression as if performing some kind of sacred ritual.
Watching the food in the sea bowl gradually bottom out, Duanmu Sui's eyes were full of emotion.
"Actually I also know that what I make is not delicious, but I really make it in the most nutritious way..."
Scrape off the last smear at the bottom of the bowl, Zhao Yinshun smiled and comforted.
"It's just that the taste is a little different, so you don't have to worry about it."
"But your sister said that dogs don't eat anything I make... woo woo..."
The gentle smile froze on his face, Zhao Yinshun narrowed his eyes, and made a hard note in the notebook for the senior sister who had not yet met.
It's worse for senior sister to call me a dog, I have written down this hatred...
"The most important thing about food is not the taste, but the mind. I can feel the Master's care for the disciples from it."
pointed to the empty sea bowl in front of him, Zhao Yinshun said with a smile.
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(end of this chapter)