Fishing the Myriad Heavens

Cao Yu and his party were conquered by food. In addition, they were sleepy on the mountain for more than a day. During the period, they only ate some food such as compressed biscuits. At first sight, they ate this hot meal and just swallowed their tongue Go on.

"Who the **** are you?"

After eating, Cao Yu and his party were ordered by the north wind.

I walked on a country road. Cao Yu looked complicated. When he first saw the north wind, he thought that the north wind was the type of person, but he quickly conquered himself with food.

He glanced silently at the house farther and farther away, and Cao Yuan left without looking back.

Beifeng silently cleaned the dining table, something very simple, but Beifeng was meticulous in doing it.

"Huh? Why so many dead mice?"

When Beifeng passed under the banyan tree, he stepped on his feet and stared at the ground in front of the bloodthirsty vine.

There were seven or eight dead mice piled up together, all of them were dried up, leaving only a layer of skin.

"These mice were absent yesterday."

Beifeng is extremely certain, but looking at these mice looks like they have died a long time.

There was a weirdness in this matter. Beifeng carefully stared at the bloodthirsty vine. If there was any change, it was the bloodthirsty vine that seemed to be dying yesterday. Today it looked like it was red and bleeding. general!

"Is this the bloodthirsty vine?"

Beifeng turned his head and caught a cicada, folded his wings and placed it on the root of the bloodthirsty vine.

This matter must be figured out, otherwise you can't sleep.

After a minute passed, Cicada was still struggling on the ground.

After three minutes, the wingless cicada was still in one place.

"It seems I think too much, huh ..."

Bei Beifeng laughed suddenly, but the smile had not spread yet, and the bloodthirsty rattan finally moved!

Numerous hollow root whiskers pierced the cicada's body like lightning, but in a flash, the cicada's belly dried up!

Bloodthirsty vines are cheering, the leaves and vines move automatically without wind.

Beifeng narrowed his eyes, looked at the Bloodthirsty Vine alertly, and then quickly reached out to pick up the cicada from the ground and looked at his palm.

"All the meat has been absorbed, and now all that remains is an empty shell, just like these mice!"

The north wind opened the cicada's body, and it was empty, with no residue left, and my heart was full of fear!

"What if you gave me this last night when I fell asleep?"

Bei Beifeng felt a little shuddering, thinking that a strong impulse to destroy the bloodthirsty vine!

Beifeng returned to the kitchen, took out a bundle of straw and sprinkled it around the bloodthirsty vine, and the lighter ignited and held it in his hand.

By this time, the north wind was a little hesitant, and the hand holding the lighter was not put down.

At this time, Beifeng's mind was fighting with heaven and man, and a voice said in his mind, "Burning this little frame!"

Another voice said, "Don't burn, a blood source fruit has such a medicinal effect, what if a bunch?"

Bei Beifeng was saying, "Listen to the second one! A bunch of blood sources!"

Although Beifeng has not eaten wild ginseng for a century, Beifeng is sure that there is absolutely no blood source and strong medicine for any century ginseng!

But this harm is not comparable to ginseng, and it is still just mice, cicadas and so on.

The ghost knows if this bloodthirsty rat will **** human blood? Even if it doesn't **** blood, what if it wants to change its taste that day?

For a long time, Beifeng decided to leave the bloodthirsty vine, after all, the risk and the gain are directly proportional!

"As long as you feed the bloodthirsty vine every day, shouldn't it be dangerous?"

Bei Bei's eyes brightened and he thought of a way.

"Oh, I don't know if it's right or wrong."

The north wind slowly extinguished the lighter, turned around and left, it was impossible to walk. Beifeng was afraid that he could not help but burn the bloodthirsty rattan.

Then sent several messages in the WeChat group and started accepting reservations.

Instantly, more than two hundred people transferred the money to the north wind and stunned the north wind.

怎么 "Why so many people this time?"

Beifeng turned the chat records in the group and found out that Wang Jun had advertised himself in the group.

Wang Wangjian drove over to eat with a helicopter and was photographed by Wang Jun. A group of people in the group were suddenly blown out.

Qilian, the richest man in the world, drove a helicopter to dinner, and Wang Jun praised the taste of the dishes, so a group of people were afraid to try to see how delicious they were.

Bei Beifeng couldn't help crying and understanding after understanding the cause and effect. This group of people really gave people medicine. They felt that the richest man came by helicopter to eat. It must be delicious, so he was so active.

"Business is so good, would you like to receive a few more tables a day?"

Bei Beifeng's thoughts were annihilated only for a moment. That's how he felt that time was not enough for the four table guests every day.

I am now full of one person, the family is not hungry, and the money is enough. On the contrary, Beifeng is more interested in cultivation!

That kind of body was destroyed, and then the feeling of rebirth was so wonderful, that the north wind was addicted to it.

Collected a few people's deposits at will, Beifeng ignored them and turned towards the village.

It's just before nine o'clock, the weather is not very hot, and there are many pedestrians on the street.

There are still many vendors selling vegetables in the open-air fair in Qingling Mountain, and sparse pedestrians are choosing vegetables.

Now it's about to go out of the market, these dishes have been selected once by the previous people.

"Boss, do you still have pig blood here?"

Bei Beifeng asked in front of a pork stall.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man, shirtless and wearing a greasy apron. Beifeng doesn't know it. It should be from another village.

"And ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How much do you want?"

Liu Hui greeted warmly.

"I don't want blood, I want fresh pig blood."

Bei Beifeng looked at a pot of pig blood in the water from the stall owner and shook his head.

"Fresh pig blood, today is gone. If you want, come tomorrow, I will keep it for you."

辉 Liu Hui was a little surprised. Although he didn't understand what this person wanted from fresh pig blood, there was no reason to push the business out.

行 "Okay, when you get me a bucket, how much is it? This is a deposit."

Beifeng took out two hundred dollars and put it on the stall, saying lightly.

没 "No problem. My pig is raised by my own family. I have never fed any feed. The blood is absolutely delicious!"

Liu Hui's eyes lighted up, and he grabbed the money with a greasy hand into a basket beside it.

Beifeng smiled when he heard this. How many pigs does your boss feed? Can't sell it every day, right?

But anyway, it ’s not that you eat it yourself, so you do n’t need to worry about it. After a good time, Beifeng left with no hands.

"Boss, the owner of that house is back."

In a building, a man said respectfully.

"It's good to come back, let people get in touch, and find a way to let him sell our house to us."

Wei Hui drank a valuable cigar and said lightly.

"Boss, why do we have to wait so long? I just demolished the house two years ago and gave the boy hundreds of thousands more. Otherwise, there will be nothing left?"

The man asked puzzled.

"These should not be your questions, just do what I have entrusted to you!"

Wei Hui's face sank, and he said spookily.

"Yes!"

The man was cold and nodded hurriedly.