God of Fishing

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When Han Fei heard that there was no cell on the fourth floor, he was speechless.

So, Xue Shenqi locked himself up with an unknown and mysterious strongman? So why do you want to swallow the seashell? What if you get robbed?

However, he thought for a while: If it was really the best of them, it wouldn't make sense to grab a junior with himself. What a loss?

One more calculation, if Xue Shenqi is going to kill himself, he won't shut himself in to star prison. Just find a reason, what way can't you kill yourself? Why send yourself to the fourth floor of Starbreaker.

After figuring it out, Han Fei was naturally not afraid, anyway, not to let himself die.

Han Fei walked into the enchantment without hesitation, and saw Zhang Teng's unknown. So, did the heart say that the kid was so big? What am I as a warden, where you dare not enter, and you enter with a smile?

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Teng was too lazy to think.

It's all big brothers, and no one can afford it. It's not that he was afraid of the thug college, but that it is a college with many legendary stories, and cannot be judged by common sense.

...

As soon as Han Fei entered the enchantment, the whole person was stunned.

This turned out to be the other space, just like the Broken Star, built in a secret place.

Han Fei saw a garden with all kinds of strange light flowers, racing to bloom, just like those glowing waterweeds seen in the Wan Yao Valley.

At the foot is a piece of land, with trees and woodlands in the distance. As far as the view is concerned, a large natural outdoor vegetable field, a crooked river, and a small house by the river.

In front of the house, there are several stone platforms, scattered with some fish skin.

In front of one of the stone platforms, a middle-aged man in grey cloth with fairly neat hair combed, holding a pen in his hand and writing.

This is exactly the same as Han Fei's imagined prison.

Broken Star Prison, call this prison? Whose prison is so well built?

The man didn't look up and still wrote something seriously. This actually made Han Fei for a while and didn't know what to do.

Han Feizhao: That's a strong one! I can't go up and say hello: "What to write? I help you with long eyes?"

If that's the case, will people slap themselves to death?

Han Fei paused for a long time, but saw the man's eyelids lifted slightly, glanced at Han Fei, and said casually: "The house is built by itself, the wood is chopped by itself, the kitchen has vegetables, and you make it yourself."

Han Fei: "?????"

Han Fei said silently: Is it so easy-going? It's kind of soft to speak, without a bit of shelf, and without the coercion of the strong.

Han Fei couldn't help but said, "Where is the kitchen?"

The man wrote something again, and seemed very satisfied with his work, and nodded in admiration. Then he stood up and looked at a stone platform near Xiaohe: "There!"

Han Fei swept away. What do you call the kitchen? That's one side of the stone platform ... Hey! Wait, what's that above, is it a spice box?

At that time, Han Fei wanted to ask: "Brother, when did you come through? Why is it so good?"

As Han Feiyi perceives it, he then discovers, what kind of spice is it? They were all kinds of dried fruit, some of them were indeed grated.

Han Fei thought for a moment: "Where can I go in the house?"

The man didn't look up, and continued to write: "You can do it! This place is so large and very empty."

Han Fei found that his strength was still there. The aura here is barely reluctant. In all aspects, they were not suppressed and they didn't care.

If you let me build a house, then I will talk to each other, what are you afraid of?

After a while, the labor force was running every day, dragging several big trees, and hurried over. Han Fei readily split the wood out of many pieces.

"Duang ... Duang ..."

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Han Feizhen set up the tree house.

At the halfway point, I listened to the middle-aged humane who wrote: "The heart is restless and meticulous. The house, after all, is used to live, and a few wooden boards are beaten, is it finished?"

Han Fei was so impressed that Shrimp stopped every day. Han Fei couldn't help but say, "So, build a palace?"

The man smiled lightly: "Raise the bar ... work, when starting from small things, building a house is the same as cultivation. The foundation must be solid. Shortcomings in all aspects must be filled. The cultivation and use of combat skills must be tightly connected and rebuilt.

Han Fei's eyelids jumped a few times: Yeah, you are a big brother, you talk. Is it OK for me to take it slowly?

Han Fei hasn't figured out the way of this person, he always feels weird, even if he builds a house, he has to manage it.

Before waiting for Han Fei to continue, the man suddenly said again: "The contract spirit beast does not know how to appreciate, there is no aesthetic sense. The wood has been cracked by it, you do it yourself!"

Han Fei took a breath: "Okay, I'll do it myself."

Shrimp was discarded by others, and Han Fei immediately took it back.

Han Fei said: Don't you just build a house? Look at me as a "Xiaobieye".

Han Fei took a knife and started to do it himself. Each piece of wood, each pillar, the length of the split was the same, the same size. A bunch of nails, a plane, some carving knives.

Han Fei said: Anyway, there is nothing left and right, I set up a "Xiaobieye" to scare you.

Han Fei cleared a lawn of about 100 square meters, and surrounded a small yard first. The sharp-angled wooden fence circled the ground. There is no wind and no waves here, no foundation is used, the ground is directly flattened, and the ground piles are set up.

One day, Han Fei was building a house, and the man was writing without interfering with each other.

When Han Fei built the house halfway, the man said lightly, "Go and cook!"

Han Fei: "?????"

I used to build a house, but now I want to cook? Are you calling me a servant?

Han Fei sneered, watching me use a hot pot to scare you.

When Han Fei walked to the stone platform by the river, he found that he didn't know when it was here, and he swallowed a shellfish.

Just listen to that humane: "The materials are in it, pick it yourself, use it yourself."

Han Fei picked up the swallowed seashell, swept it, and suddenly hesitated: "Mistweed, dragon? Gold carp? Junyuan clam? Three-variable golden ginseng?

At that time, Han Fei was dumbfounded: this, this, this is too extravagant, right?

Han Fei secretly took a breath and calmly took out the long-tailed golden carp sleeve. This carp is not large, only half a meter in size, and it should be good for sweet and sour carp.

As a result, Han Fei took a look at the stuff and took a look.

[Name] Eight-tailed gold carp (death)

[Introduction] A kind of fish that can be seen in the special abyss of the sea. It has the blood of a dragon, it is extremely fast, and it has the ability to flash. Unstoppable.

[Level] 62

[Quality] strange (variation)

[Contains Reiki] 58652 points

[Edible effect] Eat it, it can improve perception 3 times in a short time

[Collectable] Feather of Eight Tail, One Inch Golden Scale

【Absorbable】

"Coo!"

Han Fei was stunned.

Level 62?

Mutant creatures in the singularity?

Can increase 3 times of perception?

Dragon Bloodline? Is this a special carp?

Han Fei took a breath and lost his mind, throwing out something like a dragon. This stuff is not over 20 meters. However, Han Fei is not so sure.

After all, this thing hasn't been eaten! There are still two horns on the head. Will it be the same as antler?

The next moment, Han Fei saw information emerge.

[Name] Milong Horn

[Introduction] In the deep sea, the Lingling Dragon has a bloodline of the dragon, and its power is extremely great. It can make up to 5 waves between the tail and the tail, which can create the fantasy world of the dragon.

[Level] 63

[Quality] strange (variation)

[Contains Reiki] 48652 points

[Edible effect] Long-term consumption can greatly improve blood gas, strength, flesh and bone strength

[Collectable] Horns of Dragon, Dragon Tendon, Dragon Blood, Dragon Teeth, Dragon Scale, Dragon Vein, Longan

【Absorbable】

"Coo!"

Han Fei swallowed his mouth, and this special meow baby was used for food?

Han Fei secretly glanced at the middle-aged man who was writing. Who told me that this was a prisoner? What a special man is this. Can prisoners eat this? Is the prisoner a ball?

Han Feiyu was there. He always feels that he is usually extravagant enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Who knows that there is more luxury?

There are still a few things left. He didn't dare to look at them. He just felt that these creatures were not fragrant when they were used as materials. Isn't he fragrant when he takes it? Why should we eat it?

Seeing Han Fei still stunned, the man could not help but urged: "Hurry up, the meal is coming."

"Oh oh oh!"

Han Fei originally wanted to use his own refining materials. Now think about it, it seems a bit shameful, so I won't take it out.

However, Han Fei was elusive for a long time: never had a dragon! How about this thing? Inconvenient.

Han Fei sighed: Forget it, make sweet and sour carp first!

Thinking about this, Han Fei placed the eight-tailed gold carp on the stone platform, and a superb long knife appeared in his hand. After the carp was cleaned, he was going to remove the fishy tendons on both sides, and then tilted it with a knife at a 45-degree angle Scrape the fish evenly.

result.

With such a sweep, a spark flashed.

Han Fei: "?????"

Han Fei swallowed a spit again and looked at the superb magic weapon in his hand. Now cooking, are there any restrictions on special kitchen utensils?

Han Fei looked at the middle-aged man and saw that the latter had no response. He immediately gritted his teeth and put away the best long sword. Qian Kunjian was pulled out by him.

"Oh!"

This time, it finally cut.

However, what Han Fei didn't know was that when he took out the Qian Kun sword, the middle-aged man's mouth slightly evoked a slight smile.

Han Feizheng wanted to clean up, and listened to the middle-aged humane: "Tail and scales, you take care of yourself."

Han Fei's heart moved: Is the eight-tailed feather and an inch of gold scales? These two things, he has been paying attention for a long time, still thinking how to ask?

However, looking at the middle-aged person with a light cloud, Han Feixin said: Maybe they don't care at all.

First more ... ask for a ticket ...

(End of this chapter)

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