After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 40 Divergence

   Except for him and Situ Han, the others prepared a lot of food for themselves. The dried bacon from Nian Song Yudai looks ordinary, black and red, but when it is baked on the fire, it smells delicious, obviously adding a lot of flavors. Cut into two pieces and serve with thin white flour buns, the adventure will have the taste of an outing.

  He Chunhua made a bowl of oil noodle tea. Pressed by the boiling water, the aroma of sesame and peanut floated farther than the aroma of meat. He also added some cashew nuts and walnuts, which immediately raised the class.

  He Lingchuan has always felt that drinking this kind of thing requires a snoring storm to inhale, but the old man eats elegantly and quietly.

  He Chunhua heard the words of the national teacher, and after a little thought, his expression changed: "Was it the wrong time? Wait a minute, could he be talking about the Kuangsha season?"

"All the treasure-hunting teams avoided the Kuangsha season, and found nothing. Zhu Gen tried all the known methods and magical powers, but he couldn't detect the existence of the Dafang Pot. Therefore, he concluded that this treasure was probably enshrined by Zhong Shengguang, or even by him. If you want to find it, you must meet the prerequisites." Sun Fu calmly said, "Otherwise, the latecomers will not be able to find it even if they search every inch of the Panlong ruins."

He Lingchuan's mouth was full of greasy food, and he ate deliciously, but he didn't delay in talking: "Zhong Shengguang resented the coalition forces, and of course he didn't want them to get the Dafang pot. Is there a possibility that the Dafang pot was taken back by the gods and is no longer in the world. And the Panlong Desert is now All kinds of abnormalities are resentful souls, er, no, they are caused by heroic spirits. After all, the three corpses were born in human bodies, so they are not a special product of Dafanghu."

  He himself adheres to the principle that no matter how bitter it is, the mouth cannot be bitter. First, he grabs a goose leg with sauce and eats it, and then crunches and eats two pieces of delicious noodle pancakes.

  The local noodles in Heishui City are springy after being cooked, and then dried with hot air, which is actually a bit similar to his good friend instant noodles in another world. The locals boil the noodles and dust them with flour, pan-fry them into pancakes, and sprinkle some chili spices. It is a high-quality dry food, which is suitable for both home and out.

  He Lingchuan asked for a lot of meat and eggs.

  He is a martial artist, and his appetite is much larger than others, and staple food and meat are indispensable for every meal.

   He's just an idiot, with a vulgar appearance. Nian Songyu glanced at him disdainfully: "The three corpse insects that can invade even magicians must be a special product of Dafanghu."

  From the moment a person is born, the three corpses are accompanied by the human body, and the older they grow, the more they become monsters, chaotic thoughts, greedy desires, and evil thoughts. So it is actually also known as the "Three Corpse Gods", and it is definitely not as low-level as insects. If one wants to practice and prove the Tao, he must pass the test of wielding the wisdom sword and beheading three corpses in exchange for a pure mind.

   Of course, what he chopped off was the three corpses in his body.

  The three corpses lurking in the Panlong Desert, even the sorcerers with a clear heart can be recruited, and they can spend a long time outdoors, fearing nothing but the sun.

  This enhanced version of the Three Corpse Worms must have come out of the generous pot.

  He Lingchuan chuckled: "According to the national teacher's idea, the Dafang pot will only appear during the Kuangsha season?"

"Most likely."

   "Then we won't accompany you anymore, you stay and play slowly." He Lingchuan got up and walked out without looking back, "Dad, go home!"

  Crazy sand season? What a joke. There are thousands of ways to commit suicide, he can't afford to come here specially!

  A figure flashed in front of my eyes, and Nian Songyu stood with his sword, blocking the stairs: "Go back and sit down, otherwise I will send you on the road now, without waiting for the crazy sand season!"

   "Huh?" He Lingchuan smiled instead of anger, "So soon, the underpants are exposed?" He turned to his father and said, "Father, these two people just want to use us as cannon fodder, are you going or not?"

  He Chunhua put down the half-drinked noodle tea and stood up: "The national teacher has made a good plan, and the winning ticket is in his hands. Even without the help of Heishui City, it seems that he can win the treasure."

  Nian Songyu smiled ferociously: "Do you think this is still Heishui City? Killing you is as easy as killing chicken ears! Without your father and son, I will lead the team of more than 200 people. Who dares to object!"

  If the He family father and son die, of course the person with the highest position will be in power. The team is still in their hands.

  Zeng Feixiong had stood up early, and at this moment, with a "clang" sound, half of the knife came out of its sheath: "Nian Duwei is careful! I will only hug the county guard!"

  The guards guarding outside the building rushed over upon hearing the sound and surrounded everyone.

   A few words and a few words, and the sword is on the verge of breaking out here.

  He Lingchuan rolled his eyes. What would happen if they took the opportunity to tear their faces apart? Would the other two dare to kill their father and son?

  Nian Songyu is a fierce man, not to mention, can the more than 200 people under him deal with Sun Guoshi?

   Is this a good chance to kill them both?

  These thoughts flashed through his mind, and the answer was ready to emerge:

   dare, can't, no.

  Their father and son seemed unable to escape unscathed, so they had to find another way.

   "Young man, you are really angry." Sun Fuping threw down the pancake, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, "Mr. He, you have always been a prudent judge, why are you making noise with the boy? If it is a death situation, will I send you to death?"

   Before Governor He could speak, He Lingchuan had already answered: "You won't, you'll just let us die."

  The old and the young and the two things have bad intentions from beginning to end.

  Nian Songyu squinted at him: "Do you still want to sit on the ground and raise the price? Isn't one time enough?"

  He looked at He Lingchuan, and the more he looked at him, the more disgusted he became; He Lingchuan looked at him, the same way.

  Both of them stopped hiding.

"It's easy to say anything else, Mr. Guoshi, the life of Kuangsha's place is extinct, let alone joking, and you shouldn't even have the idea of ​​giving it a try!" He Chunhua coughed, "Besides, the things we brought Fresh water can only last for another three to five days, not enough to drag on until the mad sand season comes."

  He is trying to ease the atmosphere, and Sun Fuping is also very cooperative: "If we can start the wild sand season, I am sure to lead everyone to retreat; if not, we will return to Blackwater City before the real wild sand season arrives, how about it?"

   "Start the crazy sand season?" Sand bandit leader Situ Han couldn't help interjecting, "Can this be opened earlier?"

   Then die early?

  He stayed in the corner all the time, quietly finished eating a naan, and took out a few black-skinned scorpions to bake. He knew that he was not qualified to speak, and everyone here was his boss.

  But listen, listen, why does it seem like I'm at a dead end?

   "Wait, please wait a moment!" He thought about it, and his face changed, "There are still people on Hongya Road. If the Kuangsha Season appears earlier, they must die!"

"There are only a few days left before the crazy sand season, and everyone knows that we shouldn't grab the last copper." Nian Songyu didn't take it seriously, "Besides, the crazy sand season in previous years was not specific to a certain moment of a certain month, a certain day. Governor He, no matter what In what year will there be casualties on this road?"

  (end of this chapter)