Monster Hunt: Notes from a Hunter

Gordon finally understood, "You mean, the pork chop suddenly gave Shizhu a very precious gift for no reason, and Shizhu felt embarrassed, so she didn't accept it but sent it back?"

"It's not just embarrassment." Hayata said helplessly: "It's that this kind of behavior itself is easy to make unfamiliar girls feel disgusted.

Especially the relatively independent type of carnation, maybe it has a good impression of pork chops, so it's hard to say. "

Fengying quietly raised her hand, "What will Dianthus think when she receives a gift, why don't you ask Xianglan? After all, they are sisters, so they know better than us, right?"

It was rare for Fengying to come up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xianglan in unison.

Panlan was sneaking her small paws into the pot, trying to get a piece of rock dragon tail out, but the meat pad was scalded by the soup, "Meow!" she had to retract her paws.

Gordon took a spoon and put a piece on the plate in front of it, and asked, "So, what do you think about your sister suddenly receiving a big gift?"

"Meow? My sister, meow?" Pan Lan licked her paws and thought for a while, "I think pork chops are disgusting, meow?"

"Disgusting? Meow?!" Zhu Chop had an expression of being struck by lightning.

Panlan rubbed some delicious soup with her paws, and continued to lick, "Because my sister is also very cute, she has a good personality and a decent job, and Ailu who pursues her has a lot of meows.

My sister told me that we should be wary of unreasonable kind meows, being courteous for nothing, being either a villain or a pervert. "

Everyone fell into silence, and the pork chop seemed to be petrified.

"Cough, I have to say, what Miss Shizhu said is quite reasonable." An Xier patted the stiff back of the pork chop with a dry smile, "Your thunder point is very precise."

Hayata didn't know what to say anymore, she was hesitating, should I return the bottle of Mutian Polygonum wine to the pork chop, drinking it to my heart's content is also a solution?

Fengying gave herself a piece of rock dragon tail.

Only Gordon was seriously comforting, he kneaded his chin and said, "I think, you might still have a chance."

The pork chop squeaked and turned its neck to look at him.

Gordon racked his brains and sorted out his words, "First of all, you have to be confident. You are a high-quality Elle, and your appearance can be regarded as pleasing among the same clan, right?"

"That's right, meow." Xianglan commented objectively, "It's a pity that there is a scar on his forehead, which is disfiguring meow."

Hayata pinched Panlan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to attack the pork chop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, she was also opened up by Gordon, "Our pork chop is a hunting cat, and the scars are a symbol of battles. , it's all right."

Perhaps praise is more effective than alcohol?

Gordon continued, "And look, you are tall and strong. There aren't many Elu who are taller than you, right? Let's not talk about strength, and there are not a few stronger than you in Dongdoruma. hunting cat.

You are also good at cooking, emergency medical treatment, bomb design, and even alchemy. How many of you are better than you? "

An Xier joined in, "One thing to say, anyway, I have never seen Ai Lu who is better than pork chops. Your record can scare people to death."

Feng Ying, who was competing with Yan Longwei, also gave a thumbs up.

Hayata held Panlan's head and rubbed it for a while, the latter finally compromised, it muttered: "Good meow, meow, what I just said was too exaggerated meow.

Disgusting or something should not be meowing, if it makes my sister feel disgusting, it will just throw away the gift instead of sending it back meowing. "

"Meow?" Zhu Chop's ears trembled.

"Listen to me, take it step by step."

An Shir, who looked like a veteran in the field of love, began to say something that sounded reasonable, "Start from the acquaintance, step by step, communicate, correspond, find common hobbies, and then prepare some small gifts in the next step. "

Gordon's idea is more straightforward.

"Anhill's new armor will probably have to wait for a while, and everyone has nothing to do recently, right? How about we go to Locklark?"

Pork Chop finally recovered.

Its previous depression was not just due to a broken relationship, but more out of self-doubt.

Pork Chop is not the kind of cat with a tough nature, it can even be said to be a little timid and not confident. When he first met Gordon, he would be frightened even when he saw someone with a more aggressive appearance.

These years of hunting experience have allowed it to grow rapidly, and the cowardice it once had is long gone, and it is even a little drifting. To use an exaggeration, it even thought of the child's name at the moment it sent the gift.

However, Dianthus responded politely but indifferently, causing it to fall back to the ground with a snap. It began to reflect on itself, to reflect seriously, to further reflect, to over-reflect, and then to wilt.

It was the compliments from his companions and Hariyatta's "female psychological analysis" that dragged back his declining mood. It wasn't that he was too happy, but the way was stupid.

Next, it should be considered a high-quality meow!

After regaining his mood, Pork Chop proposed to cancel the trip to Locklark, because it knew that Anshir still had something to do in East Doruma.

It has regained its self-identity, and it is not so necessary to make a special trip to the dusty city, and it is not a bad idea to start with communication.

But Gordon still doesn't plan to cancel this trip, not only the pork chop, Pandan also misses her sister, no matter how bad it is, it's a long-lost vacation, and it's good to relax.

As for what Anshir had to deal with, it wasn't really a problem. In short, his sister, Ms. Jessica, sent a waiter to the door.

Said to let him go home, um, referring to the big house, not the "small house" he bought with pocket money.

An Xier was a bit lazy to go back at first, but considering his prodigal behavior of sending bills home from time to time, he had no choice but to admit it.

Ms. Jessica is very particular about the sense of ceremony. She sent invitations to her brother's partners, including cats and dogs, in the form of delivering invitations.

Gordon, who had nothing to do, didn't refuse, and Fengying was even more looking forward to it. The "Sterling House Banquet" that she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago left a deep impression on her.

Cengfan is a good civilization!

That night, everyone in the Silver Edge Hunting Group wore "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, and went to the Stirling Mansion for a banquet.

Along the way, Fengying was in high spirits, but when she approached the door of the Sterling family's mansion, the familiar laughter made her stop.

"Yo Ho Ho Ho Ho! Dumb mediocre Fengying! I finally caught you ja on my concubine's territory!"

Fengying: "."

The fist hardened.

Gordon and the others looked at Fengying's expression of resistance with some amusement.

The young girl in a gorgeous dress, with golden curly hair that shone even under the night sky, ran up to Feng Ying with the hem of her skirt in hand.

Without the normal holding hands and hugs that should be expected when best friends reunite after a long absence, the girl stopped two or three steps away from Fengying, and looked him up and down several times.

Covering her small mouth with the back of her hand in a pretentious manner, the small fan held in the other hand pointed at the prison wolf dragon headdress on Fengying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.

"Yohohohoho! The short winter melon has stopped growing completely ja? Are you going to use this kind of headgear to cover up your height?"

The veins on Fengying's forehead twitched wildly, the identity of the other party was not important to her, she strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, tripped and knocked the other party down to the ground.