Monster Hunter:Hunter's Notes

Chapter 727 Concubine!ja!

Author: It’s a puffer fish

Chapter 727 Concubine!ja!

Gordon finally understood, "You mean, Pork Chop suddenly gave Dianthus a very precious gift for no reason, and Dianthus felt embarrassed, so he didn't accept it but sent it back?"

"It's not just that I'm embarrassed." Hayata said helplessly: "It's that this kind of behavior itself can easily make unfamiliar girls feel disgusted.

Especially for the relatively independent type of Dianthus, maybe it has a good impression of pork chop, but then it’s hard to say.”

Feng Ying quietly raised her hand, "How about asking Xianglan what Dianthus would think after receiving the gift? After all, they are biological sisters, so they know her better than us, right?"

Feng Ying rarely came up with a good idea, and everyone looked at Xiang Lan.

Xianglan secretly put her little paws into the pot, trying to fish out a piece of rock dragon tail. As a result, the meat pad was burned by the soup, and she retracted her paws with a "Meow!"

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

"Meow? My sister, meow?" Xianglan licked her paw and thought for a while, "I guess you think pork chop is disgusting, meow?"

"Ouch, disgusting, meow?!" Pig Chop looked like he was struck by lightning.

Xianglan rubbed some more delicious soup with her paw and continued to lick it, "Because my sister is also very cute, has a good personality, and has a decent job. There are many cats who pursue her.

My sister told me that I should be wary of cats with unwarranted good intentions and cats who are attentive to others for no reason. They are either bad guys or perverts."

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

"Ahem, I have to say, what this Miss Shizhu said is quite reasonable." An Xil smiled dryly and patted Pork Chop's stiff back, "You hit the spot very accurately."

Hayata didn't know what to say. She was hesitating whether to return the bottle of Mutiangli wine to Pork Chop and have a good drink.

Feng Ying served herself a piece of rock dragon tail.

Only Gordon was conscientiously consoling him. He rubbed 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 Ellu, and your appearance is considered lovable among your kind, right?"

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

Hayata pinched Pandan's mouth again to prevent this guy from continuing to hit Pork Chop intentionally or unintentionally. At the same time, her thoughts were opened by Gordon, "We Pork Chop are hunting cats, and the few scars are a symbol of battles.

, it’s out of the way.”

Maybe 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? Not to mention your strength, there aren't many in the entire East Doruma who are stronger than you.

Hunting cat.

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

An Xil joined in, "Let me tell you, I have never seen Ellu who is better than Pork Chop. Your record will scare people to death."

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

Hayata held Pandan's head and rubbed it for a while. The latter finally gave in and muttered: "Good meow, good meow. I just said it too exaggeratedly."

It shouldn't be disgusting, but if it makes my sister feel disgusted, it will throw the gift away instead of sending it back."

"Meow?" Pig Pork's ears twitched.

"Listen to me and do it step by step."

An Xil, who somehow looked like a veteran in love, began to say something that sounded very reasonable, "Start with getting to know each other, go step by step, communicate, communicate, find common hobbies, and then prepare some small gifts and so on.

"

Gordon's idea is more straightforward.

"Ancil's new armor will probably have to wait for a while. Everyone hasn't had much to do recently, right? How about we go to Lockark?"

Pork Chop finally regained his energy.

His previous depression was not just due to broken love, but more due to self-doubt.

Pork Chops is not the kind of cat with a tough nature. It can even be said that he is a little timid and unconfident. When he first met Gordon, he would be frightened even by people who looked more fierce.

These years of hunting experience have allowed it to grow rapidly, and its former timidity has long disappeared. It has even become a little wandering. To use an exaggeration, it even thought of the name of the child at the moment when it sent the gift.

However, Dianthus' polite but indifferent response made it flop back to the ground. It began to reflect on itself, seriously reflected on itself, further reflected on it, over-reflected on it, and then withered.

It was the compliments from his companions and Hayata's "female psychology analysis" that pulled him back from his declining mood. It wasn't that he was too lascivious, it was just that his method was stupid.

This one should be considered a high-quality cat!

After regaining his mood, Pork Chop proposed to cancel the trip to Lockark because he knew that Ancil still had some things to do in East Doruma.

It has regained its self-identity. A special trip to the dusty city is no longer necessary. It is not a bad idea to start with communication.

But Gordon still didn't plan to cancel this trip. Not only the pork chop, Pandan also missed her sister. If not, it would be a long-lost vacation and it would be nice to relax and unwind.

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

She said she wanted him to go home, well, she meant the big house, not the "small house" he bought with his pocket money.

Anxier was a little too lazy to go back at first, but considering his prodigal behavior of sending bills home from time to time, he had to hold his nose and admit it.

Ms. Jessica was very particular about the sense of ceremony. She sent invitations to her brother's friends, including cats and dogs, by delivering invitations.

Gordon, who had nothing to do, did not refuse, and Feng Ying was very looking forward to it. She was deeply impressed by the "Stirling House Family Banquet" she tasted when she first arrived in East Doruma a few years ago.

It's a good civilization to eat for free!

That night, everyone in the Silverside Hunting Group dressed in "hunter's formal attire", that is, armor, went to the Sterling Mansion for a banquet.

Feng Ying was very happy along the way. When she approached the door of the Sterling family mansion, the familiar laughter that greeted her made her stop.

"Yo ho ho ho—! Idiot Feng Ying! I finally caught you on my territory!"

Feng Ying: "."

The fist is hard.

Gordon and the others looked at Feng Ying's expressions of resistance with some amusement.

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

There was no hand-holding or hug that normal best friends would have when they meet again after a long separation. The girl came to a stop two or three steps in front of Feng Ying and looked at the latter several times.

Feng Ying pretended to cover her small mouth with the back of her hand, and pointed the small fan in her other hand at the prison wolf dragon headdress on Feng Ying's head, and burst into sharp laughter again.

"Yo ho ho ho—! The short winter melon has completely stopped growing? Are you going to use this kind of headdress to cover up your height?"

The veins on Feng Ying's forehead were pulsing wildly. The identity of the other party was not important to her. She strode up, grabbed the girl's slender arms and waist, and knocked her down to the ground with a trip.

(End of chapter)