Diablo Destruction

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In addition to the eldest sister, second sister and younger sister, they also have the experience of picking mushrooms in various places, including picking colorful mushrooms in Rogge Grassland, picking storm mushrooms in the Western Kingdom, picking fantasy mushrooms in Kurast Forest, and picking lava mushrooms in the Demon Fortress. , picking snow mushrooms in Harrogas, Beansa is already a mushroom expert in the Dark Continent!

Hey, wait a minute, storm mushrooms are just that. Aren’t colorful mushrooms and dream mushrooms very dangerous things? Isn’t your sister really sick because of eating these mushrooms?

I looked at Beansa speechlessly, what kind of family is this? The eldest sister is unreliable, the second sister is often violent, and the younger sister is a serious homebody. Even the third child who said this in front of me is also a simple and cute fool. Are there really no problems with such a family? Even if they are placed in a poor alliance, it would be more appropriate to apply for a five-guarantee household for them, right?

Although I am full of worries about the four sisters of Beansa, there is something that makes me feel at ease. That is, from what Beansa described, at least she has lived a very pure life in the past few years. Apart from being lonely, I am not bothered by other troubles or painful things. Every day I just take care of my sister, pick mushrooms, feed my sister mushrooms, take care of my sister, pick poisonous mushrooms, feed my sister poisonous mushrooms...

Uh, should this really make you feel at ease? Sorry, I'm a little confused.

Ahem, is it finally my turn? My magnificent life is much more exciting than picking mushrooms and taking care of your sister every day. Beansa, are you ready to be surprised?

But... looking at the sky, it was already noon time before I knew it, so I still found a place to sit down and have lunch. Anyway, there is still a lot of time to spend with Beansa.

As for this place, of course it was the place where we first met and our secret base, the old abandoned hotel.

Beansa leads the way. As if he was eager to do something to take credit, he ran with a bang, jumped up, and entered the second floor, waiting for me to follow him. She was already rummaging for something in a hidden room.

"Dang Dang Dang!!" Holding a jar in one hand, Beansha turned her head and showed me her trophy excitedly and proudly.

"Is that...honey?"

"You guessed it right, you are indeed a senior brother."

No, no, no, there’s no need to guess. Having said that, when I came in to look for Beansa before, I smelled a faint smell of honey. I originally thought it was the smell left over from the honey she ate here, but now it seems. It's not just that anymore.

I curiously came to Beansa and looked around. I was stunned and speechless.

Jars of honey were piled up to nearly the height of the roof, and then filled the spacious room of about forty square meters.

How many altars are there, my God? I can’t even count them anymore. No wonder Sa Qili said she was often short of honey. It turns out that they all ended up here!

"It's not just that." Seeing me dumbfounded, Beansa showed off her victory and trotted open another room, revealing another room full of honey. I said, are you trying to collect the honey from the entire third world?

"Senior brother, let's eat the delicious food made by Beanshat together."

He took me, who was completely stunned, back to the room we used as the living room and the campfire, and asked me to sit next to the campfire. Beansa sat down next to me and made a bonfire. I finally came to my senses at this time and looked at the blazing bonfire in front of me. I looked at it again and lowered my head like a Doraemon. Beansa was rummaging through his fourth-dimensional bag, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Destroy heaven and earth. Could it be that a dark dish that is a hundred times scarier than the little fox’s salty hell is about to appear again?

Fortunately, Beansa didn't seem to expect to meet me, so she didn't prepare too many things with her. Anyway, after rummaging for a while, she looked annoyed and muttered something about not being prepared enough, and then decided. A new lunch idea.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang, because there are not enough ingredients to make the richest delicacy, I can only eat it." Beansa raised the thing in his hand high, still in full Doraemon style.

I looked up slightly, and the cold hairs that had finally softened stood up again.

What Beansa holds in his hand is a piece of bread, a piece of bread that looks like an ordinary sandwich bread, but the sandwich is a bit strange, with eight legs and a pair of tongs exposed. What's even stranger is that these eight legs and a pair of tongs are still jumping around. Waving it makes people think that if you put the bread on the ground at this time, it will definitely move around on its own.

Deadly Seafood Bread - Appeared! !

I said, has the bakery selling such weird food not closed down yet? People from the Dark Continent, how unique are your tastes? ! Or is it that Beansa single-handedly supported the operation of this evil seafood bakery?

I don’t dare to think about it anymore. All in all, if this seafood bakery dares to open its chain store in the Holy See, I will definitely destroy it without drinking alcohol.

"Half for each person." Beansa still remembered the correct way to eat seafood bread. He took the lively crab bread and tore it neatly from the middle. With a sizzling sound, the eight legs and a pair of tongs were like a stalled car. He slowly stopped moving and hung down.

"Come on, senior brother, give it."

I took half of the bread and glanced at it subconsciously. There was a big ball of sticky stuff like entrails dripping down from the cross section.

"Click, click." Next to him, after soaking the whole bread into the jar of honey, Biansha was already happily eating it, along with the honey stained on the bread and hands, as well as the strange, hard things that flowed out of the crab's belly. I chewed the crab shells and claws in three or two mouths, and then swallowed them.

Looking at the bonfire in front of me, I made a difficult decision. I couldn't refuse Beansa's intention, but please allow me to soak the bread in honey and then bake it on the fire. At least it would be easier to eat.

I'm so damn smart.

"Next!" Half a crab bread was definitely not enough to fill his stomach. With persistent momentum, Beansa took out the second bread while I looked at me with a violent tremor.

Sandwich bread as big as a basin! !

"Why...why is it so big?" I asked stiffly, feeling a bad feeling.

"I can't help it, because the sandwich is very big." Beansa raised his chin proudly, as if to say, it turns out that my senior brother didn't know that he was my senior teacher.

"No, the size of the sandwich should be adjustable...at will..." As I said that, I fell silent.

From the sandwich layer of the bread, an octopus tentacle slowly poked out and hooked at me, as if to say hello, come on, come and eat me, it’s delicious when it’s fresh.

Judging from the size of the tentacles, this should be an adult octopus. Oh, no wonder, no wonder the bread is made to be as big as a basin, in order to wrap the entire octopus. I understand, I understand, hahaha - you Did you think I would say that, you bastard! !

With a "hiss" sound, the octopus did not escape the fate of being torn in half by Beansa. Because it was too big to be stuffed into the honey jar for soaking, Beansa poured the whole jar of honey on it. After thinking about it, he added I poured an extra jar, what a bold way to eat it, I was convinced.

Next up is the Turtle Bread, a showdown!

I:"……"

I fell into silence for a long time as I watched a fresh, hot turtle egg that had just been laid slip out from the sandwich of a round table-sized piece of bread and drop the yolk on the floor.

Sorry, Beansa, I'm full, really full.

It has been decided that tomorrow we will ask the soldiers to seal up that strange seafood shop for deceiving the ignorant girl!

After the happy lunch, Beansa was still a little unsatisfied. He licked his fingers and looked at his senior brother who was holding his stomach, his face was blue and his body was shaky.

"Meat buns, I really want to eat them."

"Huh?" I turned around and met Beiansha's eager eyes.

Yeah? Want to eat meat buns?

"It should be sold." Wen Wen touched her head and I asked, "You can buy honey and seafood bread. Don't tell me you can't buy meat buns."

"Yes, yes." Beansha nodded in confusion, and shook his head again: "But, the taste is wrong, it is different from what my senior brother gave me. Beansha likes the meat buns that my senior brother gave me."

So, of course, it goes without saying that Vilas’s craftsmanship is definitely ten times and a hundred times better than the ones bought. I’m glad that although Beansa’s preferences are weird, he still has a somewhat normal taste.

"No problem. Probably in the afternoon, or at the latest in the evening, we will have authentic meat buns to eat."

"Long live senior brother!" Two black ponytails were spinning at high speed. Beansa, who turned into a foodie, rushed over excitedly and continued to rub my face.

"Okay, okay, if I rub against you any more, I'll lose my face." Beansha's enthusiasm really made me, a senior fellow student, happy and shy at the same time. I finally separated from her, but she moved up to me and sat astride her. On my lap, they put on a face-to-face hugging posture, burying their heads in my arms, but they just changed their target, and their small, sweet face continued to rub in my arms.

"By the way, Beansa, the mysterious dark gold merchant who has been rumored recently should be you." I suddenly heard about this, so I asked casually.

"Mysterious dark gold merchant?" Beansa in his arms expressed confusion.

"It's the businessman who has appeared several times recently, wearing a big cloak and specializing in dark gold and green clothing."

"This is what senior brother is talking about, yes, it's Beansha." The younger junior sister nodded, indicating that it was nothing worth concealing...

. . . (To be continued.)