Orc God-level Miner

How many common points did Igarashi White Ghost win this day?

God knows.

When Shen Ruien announced An Ran's victory, the person in charge of the first firm directly sat on the ground, convulsing, and his whole body was paralyzed. After smashing so much money from the Su family, the Igarashi White Ghost didn't show any embarrassment. He didn't even remember that he had a few days of companionship with Su Ya, although it was also a deal.

Within the authorized amount of gambling, the person in charge of the No. 1 firm couldn't get so much money at all. If this sum of money really makes the Su family spit out, the first firm will cut off more than half of its business map in the next three years, and it may be that hundreds of years of foundation business will be ruined.

This point, the person in charge should have thought of it when he came up with an odds of one to one hundred. Well, even if you don't have such a long-term strategic vision, you should think of it when Igarashi White Ghost bets.

At that time, An Ran was too excited, and Igarashi White Ghost was too calm. He was too blind and looked down upon the unfamiliar nameless men, for which he and the No. 1 firm would both learn a bitter lesson.

At first, the situation was one-sided, and everyone felt that Peng Yuhao would win.

When An Ran was slapped by Peng Yuhao's paw and flew out, the person in charge of the first firm even secretly applauded in his heart.

"It's best to shoot him well"

He thought that Igarashi White Ghost’s huge gambling book had become his latest performance. Every person in charge of the gambling market had a 2% profit commission. He always thought that this figure was small in the past. Two percent of Lan Baigui's gambling capital also went to eight figures, a huge sum of tens of millions, enough for him to spend a lifetime.

He thought of Enron too simple, and thought of all this too beautifully.

If An Ran is really a flesh-footed Igarashi white ghost, can he squeeze all his belongings in?

I don’t lose money like this

After a shocking reversal, the novice rookie Enron killed the third-grade second-timer in a sharp, almost bizarre way. Do you think this is the end? Dear, you are wrong.

The latest published "Maca Academy" said:

"That thin, thin body stands proudly on the battle arena in Area A. The corners of his mouth are blood that can't be wiped off. In front of him is a black and blue orc warrior who slumps on the ground and twitches. A decisive gesture tells us-no matter how you win or lose, no matter where the hero comes from."

And the bulletin board in the central square of the imperial capital was also painted with a row of **** characters with bright red paint: "I am not an orc, and my dignity is priceless."

This sentence spread to everyone's ears overnight like a spring breeze. Not only the imperial capital, but the entire Southern Continent has set off a non-orc human rights movement. The radicals scattered throughout the southern continent reveled all night to prepare to welcome their new leader.

Ahem, what is this new leader who has high hopes from many non-orcs doing?

He is concentrating on researching new recipes to please his brother.

The younger brother can't afford to control the injury, and An Ran is really angry this time.

When did his younger brother, who was originally well-behaved, tender and tender, become like this? An Qi is not upset about anything else, but he is upset, An Ran doesn't believe him, shouldn't the things that move the saddle before and after the saddle be the patent of his brother?

Why did it fall on those orc cubs who were killed halfway through.

After An Qi left the battle arena in Zone A, he went straight back to his bedroom in Building 14, District 7, and the whole house was very quiet. He walked into the room blankly, locked the door properly, and then... slammed. Pounced on the bed, holding the big soft pillow, rolling around, rolling around.

My brother is awkward.

He buried his head in the pillow and swears silently in his heart:

Xiao Ran is the treasure of Lao An's family, and must not let those hopeless white-eyed wolves abduct them.

After figuring this out, An Qi came back to life. He tidied up the messy bed and sat down in the corner with his legs in his arms. The wind was cold and the water was cold, his appearance was so miserable.

It's rare for a brother to control his brother to make up his mind and prepare to scare his brother.

He counted the wrong time. Although he was missing his brother, An Ran still had to supervise the special training of the other three cubs.

This wait lasted for a long time, and it was not until the sky was getting dark and safe that they came back with the four orc cubs. An Qi dozed off waiting, and when he heard movement downstairs at first, he set up a miserable posture. Everything was ready, just waiting for An Ran to go upstairs and knock on the door.

This is An Qi's second mistake, TUT, he once again miscalculated An Ran's actions.

An Ran plunged directly into the kitchen as soon as he got home.

An Qi was still waiting for An Ran to go up in the bedroom on the second floor, where An Ran had just steamed the steamed buns with sauced pork. Fatty Lu and Wen Renhao also squeezed into the kitchen, and the two-character cub looked at the steamer piled up high on the stovetop, drooling down three thousand feet. You can't blame them for their lack of promise. After the duel, An Qi walked on the front foot, and the sky in An Ran was covered with dark clouds. On the surface, he was still smiling, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

You said it's noon and you want to eat when you are hungry?

Why don't you look at people who lead soldiers on the battlefield, who can eat as much as they want?

Under the control of Enron's Sparta, four orc cubs sweated on the training ground, and they were exhausted for a long time. No one dared to mention eating.

Hmm...I can always talk about it now after training. Fatty Lu smiled, "Brother Xiaoran, what do you have for dinner?" Fatty Lu is especially afraid of being hungry, and can't wait for a while. An Ran said that you should concentrate and be serious when training. Fatty Lu was so hungry that he didn't dare to say a word.

After being nearly abused by the Igarashi White Ghost for a day, it's strange that I am not hungry.

An Ran squinted at Fatty Lu, where is the heroic spirit of an orc warrior in his dying look? What can he say? Life is still too comfortable, let them go to the battlefield, even if they can't eat enough, they will all cooperate with the enemy and the traitor. He shook his head and sighed.

These are all things to say, what to eat at night is indeed a painful question. Especially when An Ran made a mistake and wanted to bribe his brother with nothing.

"What do you want to eat? The braised pork is tired of eating it, or should I switch to roast beef with potatoes? Or is Xinjiang large plate chicken better?" An Ran muttered, unable to make up his mind for a while.

Potatoes and beasts?

New sauce big plate chicken?

What kind of mess

The two cubs barely understood the term cow and beast. What is a potato? What is the new sauce? What is a chicken?

Following An Ran in the past few days, why are there so many magical species in every meal?

Wen Renhao was drooling while holding his belly. Fatty Lu asked An Ran with his small eyes, "Brother Xiaoran, are you from a different continent? Right?"

Kang dang

An Ran's original big metal basin was so startled by Fat Lu that the basin fell freely to the ground.

Fatty Lu was still muttering, "How can normal non-orc cubs be like this?"

Hearing this, An Ran put aside his heart, pretending to be calm, picked up the basin that fell to the ground, and said solemnly: "You can ask my brother, how can the non-orcs in the old An' family be like this? I miss him. Will be happy to answer you."

Ask Anqi? The idiot went to ask him. The brother who was hurt by his younger brother was a firecracker that exploded at one point. Fatty Lu didn't want to light the fire.

The topic was so bad, An Ran was in a cold sweat.

Unexpectedly, Unexpectedly, Fatty Lu is also a trendy person, traveling across, rebirth, and other continents, too fashionable. This question was turned around by An Ran. Fatty Lu didn't hold on. He smiled and watched An Ran conjure up a pile of earthy yellow plant stems out of thin air, and filled it with a large pot of water, washed it and prepared it for peeling. Cut into pieces.

"what is this?"

"Potato."

"Can this be eaten?"

"You can choose not to eat."

Seeing that it was too early to eat, Wen Renhao also went out from the kitchen. It was too painful to watch An Ran cooking like this. Wen Renhao walked to the living room and almost collided with Wen Renle who was flying down. It's okay not to see who it is. Once they see it clearly, the two take a big step back together.

"Why are you evildoer still here?" Wen Renhao was already very tired, and when he saw Wen Renle's spirits coming back, he pointed his nose to curse. Wen Renle didn't even look at him, after a while, he continued to rush to the kitchen. Roaring while rushing: "Head, head, head, head"

Wen Renhao selectively forgot the contractual relationship between An Ran and Wen Renle. Hearing his open voice shouting, Wen Renhao was angry again, "Head to head, your father is tall"

"Head ah ah ah" Wen Renhao was in Wen Renle's eyes, acting like air, speaking like farting.

Wen Renle's voice is too bright, and if he doesn't promise that the house will be overturned, An Ran poked his head out of the kitchen and hummed twice, "Well, you can't digest it if you're full."

An Ran has always spoken plainly, not euphemistically, and doesn't care about Wenrenle. He laughed, he was here to report the results of scientific research, this time it is a true report, "Report that the task assigned by the leader has been completed, please give instructions."

It's not easy. It's a bit of a soldier's posture. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on, what's the matter?"

Wen Renle smiled flatteringly, "What did you let me study... the oven, I have already made it out."

oven?

An Ran then remembered that his ultimate goal of hiring Wenrenle was not to improve the quality of life.

There are really two brushes for ghost scientists or something. An Ran got excited, and the hot pot was closed. A meal is a small matter. If you have an oven, you are afraid that you will not have to eat it?

Wen Renle moved the "oven" he had just developed into the kitchen, and when An Ran saw the thing, his eyes almost didn't fall out.

"This, this...this is too big." He only briefly explained the purpose and operating principle of the oven. At the beginning, Wen Renle was not in a hurry. After eating the food cooked by Anran, he was passionate about developing the oven. With the increase in the sky, the whole person was just like chicken blood. Except for three meals a day, he was locked in the house every day and never went out once in the past three days.

The things that inventors in China had tossed up for years have been easily put together by Wen Renle. An Ran looked at the heavy metal box in front of her, still feeling unbelievable.

Although this level of craftsmanship is not comparable to that of China in the 21st century, it is also very good that it can be done by hand. As for the size, a certain one has obviously forgotten that the Orc Continent is not China, the kind of oven in China, The whole thing is not enough to be eaten by an orc cub.

Wen Renle frowned and said, "This is just a test product, um, it's barely possible, but it's not fully functional. As for this head, it can't be smaller anymore. Smaller things are not enough to clog your teeth."

ORZ, An Ran remembered that he had forgotten to consider the food intake of the orcs. With this in mind, this tin box does not look too big, although I don't know if the performance is good or not, at least the appearance is qualified.

"How is this thing driven?" An Ran reached out and knocked on the tin box.

Wen Renle thought for a while, and barely understood that what An Ran said about the drive refers to the energy operation system of the oven, "This requires a large reserve of energy stone to drive the operation, and it can't be used without that stuff."

Enron still knows a large reserve of energy stones, such as Hua Guo’s batteries. The small energy stones on the communicator store almost the same energy as the batteries. They are made from jade residue and leftover materials. The reserve energy stone is made of the most inferior jade stone, which is not good for cultivation, but it is more than enough to provide energy for the machine to operate.

The machine does not have the problem of absorption, and this inferior jade stone can just be fully utilized.

Although An Ran is not from a professional class, he is a traveler. He has a certain understanding of these rare Chinese household appliances in the Orc Continent. With Wen Renle’s simple explanation, he understands the operation of the large iron oven in a few words. method.

Wen Renhao resented, Fatty Lu also resented.

When you can’t say something, you just say it while Anran is cooking.

Wipe it, isn’t this peace of mind not to let people eat? Wen Renhao stared at his brother fiercely, regretting once again that he didn't insist on blasting him out. "Brother Xiaoran...speak slowly later, shall we cook first?" This tone was flattering and flattering. Wen Renhao's cautious suggestion.

we?

"If you feel itchy and want to cook, of course I can give you the kitchen without a problem."

TUT, Wen Renhao wants to cry without tears.

"I mean you do it, you do it"

Squinted, "Didn't you mean us?"

Didn’t that seem affectionate? Wen Renhao didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He shrank his neck and explained in a low voice: "We are all living together, don't we include you."

Cohabitation...cohabitation...cohabitation...infinite loop...

An Ran didn't expect that he had lived for two lifetimes, and the first time he heard this word was in this situation.

Shouldn't this kind of remarks be said when the sadness of the spring and the winds of the autumn and the flowers and the moon? What does Wen Renhao mean? Remind him of his identity as a nanny or an old mother? A non-orc called a trash cohabits with the rich and handsome of the six orc continents. This is not Cinderella and her prince. This is Cinderella and her stepmother. The soul is deeply resentful. He feels that it is still with Qin Muyan. It’s good to be together, people talk less, don’t be picky eaters, and eat everything except meat. He is smart and good-tempered. Not to provoke rotten peach blossoms.

No matter how you look at it, they are the perfect partner.

He let the Igarashi White Ghost stay because Mao Hui allowed Qin Muyan to go back. Look at the uncle on the sofa waiting to have a meal, the people in this room, An Qi is right, Wen Renle has signed a contract, and everyone else is a scumbag and a noble child actually crushes him. For a non-orc, is it easy to raise a group of people without giving him the living expenses?

The price of pork has risen

In line with the principle that I’m sorry and you don’t think about it, Anron only left Wen Renle to assist in the test oven, and the rest were all sent out to dig out bird eggs.

Uh... dig out the bird eggs, what do you do?

"Of course it is to eat, idiot"

If the various instructions given by An Ran were anything else, a few cubs would also do it, but they were somewhat lazy and lacking passion. Only eat. As soon as this was mentioned, they all seemed to be beaten up one by one.

Leaded by Wen Renhao, the newly formed bird-and-egg team was dispatched.

Hmm... Wen Renhao and Fatty Lu are both landlords. Fan Lin also stayed in the imperial capital for more than four years. These three acted well, and soon went to the dense woods where the birds and beasts were crowded. Lan Baigui was caught between them. When he went out, Anran called Fan Lin several times, "Xiaobai is a road idiot, stare, don’t lose him. There is no doubt about his strength. You can call him by hand. ."

An Ran has taken a fancy to Fan Lin, who is less talkative and careful.

Fan Lin did not let him down. He kept walking at the end of the team, reminding Igarashi White Ghost from time to time that he was much more competent than Gu Baozi before.

I just want to spend some noisy cubs.

Quiet and easy to handle.

The dinner was especially late that night, and they asked them to dig out the bird's eggs, and a few cubs even caught the mother bird. An Ran pretended to train them, saying that he was going to release the animals, and sneaking the mother bird into his space.

According to the reproduction rate of the Gurumon, a new batch of residents will be added to the gossip space.

An Ran calmly used bird eggs as eggs, and baked the **** with the dough. Because there was no butter, he baked a lot of toast slices, fried steak, and cut shredded potatoes and lettuce leaves. Although the potato roast beef is gone, at least the raw materials are not wasted.

Wen Renhao's mouth twitched and looked at the table full of sandwiches. Well, if he read it right, the white pieces were baked with steamed buns. Wen Renhao likes to eat steamed buns. What he likes is the meat filling with rich sauce inside. Who likes to eat dough balls?

Enron is this a protest? Is it revenge? Or abuse?

Wen Renhao pursed his lips, feeling very dissatisfied in his heart. After tossing all night, he thought there was something delicious, so An Ran sent them away. He wanted to stop eating, his stomach protested earlier than him, and he was already groaning with hunger.

I have to be full, and I have to be temperamental, and I think it's too beautiful.

The aroma has slowly emanated. Wen Renhao still dislikes the process of roughing the sandwich. It is too simple. The potato shreds are cooked and sliced, the lettuce is directly fresh leaves, seven mature steaks in a large pot, plus an oven. Bread slices.

Oh, I almost forgot, Enron also prepared two sauces for them-sweet tomato sauce and fragrant hot sauce.

An Ran had brought a large basket of sandwiches, plus two cages of big meat buns and went upstairs. After tossing all night, even the sandwiches came out. Isn’t it because of his brother Wen Renhao still wanted to be proud, turned to look, An Ran was not there, and turned around again, the sandwiches on the table are missing a few corners. .

"Oh oh, you are too unrighteous, do you want to reincarnate after eating so fiercely?". After yelling, Wen Renhao also stuffed a sandwich in his mouth. As soon as he took a bite, his eyes were bright, the meat was fresh and tender, the lettuce was fragrant, and the bread slices were soft and delicious. This meal seems simple, especially with tomato sauce and hot sauce. It's **** delicious.

Wen Renhao ate with tears, it was touching, he was repenting, he shouldn't doubt An Ran.

The entire imperial capital, oh no, it’s the entire Orc Continent. An Ran is definitely an authority in the catering industry. If the things he cooks are not delicious, the cauldrons of other people’s stews are simply not eaten by the orcs. Wen Renhao, Emperor Zongheng has been watching for so many years. I was so excited when I got to the best jadeite. Before meeting An Ran, he never thought that he would burst into tears after eating a meal.

Five orcs were looting food downstairs, and An Ran was already standing at the door of An Qi's room.

The room was quiet, An Ran reached out and pushed, and the door was locked from the inside. This time he stabbed it out by himself. He died early and was overborn. An Ran took a deep breath and knocked on the door twice.

There was a rustling noise inside.

An Ran waited for a long time, but no one opened the door.

咚咚.

He knocked twice.

There wasn't even a bit of movement this time.

An Ran knew that An Qi was in it. It was the first time he encountered such a situation. His brother has always been mature and stable. Such a situation of twitching a child like this has never been seen in An Ran's memory.

Everyone should be a little bit petty, especially with those close to him. An Qi's awkwardness now only shows that he cares about Enron, which is a good phenomenon.

Having figured this out, An Ran didn't bother too much, and knocked on the door a few more times, knocking and lowering his voice softly and calling out, "Brother, are you there? I'm Xiao Ran."

There was still silence.

After a while, there was a voice from inside, "Xiao Ran still remembers brother"

Sure enough, he guessed right, the wise brother of Shenwu, he was jealous.

"Brother" An Ran felt sweet and helpless in his heart, and there were some novelties. In a normal state, he could guess what An Qi would say. It is abnormal now, and the future is really hard to estimate. "Brother, aren't you hungry?"

Of course you can’t compromise so easily if you’re hungry.

An Qi couldn't say anything that he wasn't hungry without ignoring his conscience, so she could not answer.

What can An Ran do besides coaxing?

A door was abandoned for half an hour before saliva opened. Most of the time, An Ran was talking to himself. An Qi ignored him at all, and went on exhaustion. An Qi had decided to forgive him a long time ago. Don't scare An Ran anymore. The two brothers are living well. He thinks An Ran will be back soon.

Who knows that there is no one in the first class or the second class.

An Qi felt that An Ran hadn't cared about his brother at all. With Xinhuan, his brother had forgotten behind his forehead.

He was wronged, can't his grievances make him stubborn? This was the cause of trouble.

An Ran kept talking for half an hour, from childhood to five years, and then sadly talked about his five-year miserable life. An Qi has always been brooding about this matter. He always feels sorry for An Ran, so An Ran just mentioned it. Poke An Qi's weakness. The fire that suffocated one's stomach disappeared.

"Xiao Ran..."

The positions of the two parties changed. At first, An Ran coaxed An Qi and An Qi Tsundere. At this moment, An Ran kept talking. The more he said, the more miserable he was. An Qi wanted him to stop, and An Ran said nothing about him.

What else can I do? Of course listen carefully.

With great difficulty, An Ran made the conclusion: "Brother, don't be angry. I have become accustomed to a person in the past few years, thinking that as long as the result is good, it will be fine for a little injury. You know I have a good wound medicine on my hand. , I didn’t expect you to be so sad. Brother, you have to get me used to it, I haven’t relied on anyone for too long.”

"But if you ask Igarashi White Ghost to help you bet, you won't call me." The elder brother is still brooding about this matter. An Ran burst into laughter. No wonder his brother has become so strange. How can he be so awkward when he is angry? Ah turned out to be jealous. "I’m doing it for you, brother Xiaobai. He belongs to the Igarashi family in the Northern Continent. He has a high status and a high level of cultivation. Of course he should be the cannon fodder that makes people hateful. The identity background is there, you are unhappy. I didn't dare to move him. We are different. Taking this kind of ill-gotten wealth insurance is not allowed to give people a knife in the back."

"Furthermore, what is our gambling book? The rich man is Uncle Igarashi who makes the guy who opened the gambling despise me. I don't believe if I don't let him pay out his underwear."

Humph, An Ran is also proud of her, he stubbed his neck and said these words like a bean.

This is not Huyou Anqi, he really thinks so.

Originally, I only wanted them to shed a little blood, but the person in charge refused to let him bet, and he had to pay for vomiting blood.

An Qi likes the little appearance of her younger brother Sapo, who is a spoiled child, who is so cute. He just opened the door and An Ran was sitting against the wall. An Qi squatted beside him. He reached out and patted An Ran's head and said with a smile, "Idiot." An Ran wanted to struggle and resist. He wanted to say, "You Fool, your whole family is stupid." Looking back, aren't they two of the same family? Well, they are my own brothers on the left and right, so it's not ashamed to be bullied by him.

An Qi's heart knot was untied, and the meal was very enjoyable. He highly praised Anron's cooking skills and hoped that he would guard against arrogance and rashness and continue to carry forward. An Ran secretly took out a jar of self-brewed spirit fruit wine from the space, and it was only two days after it was outside that the wine could be drunk unexpectedly. Wine is something that is eaten regionally in the Orc Continent. Not in the Southern Continent, but in the Northern Continent they often drink it in order to withstand the severe cold.

Even the wine in the North Continent has a gap with that in China.

The best wine here is no better than the medicinal wine made by each household in China, let alone Moutai, Wuliangye, Jiannanchun, Changyu, and Bordeaux.

An Qi had never had a drink before, and was a little surprised when An Ran took out a tiled jar. After An Ran uncovered the lid of the altar and peeled off the layer of film on the mouth of the altar, the aroma of the wine floated out.

Lingguo wine is very similar to wine. The alcohol content is not high, but the taste is tight. An Ran poured out a cup by herself, and then passed the whole jar into An Qi's hands. Facing the dim candle in the corridor, the two clinked their glasses while eating sandwiches.

The smell of wine has been floating down the corridor on the second floor. The orcs are all dog noses, and the few downstairs soon smelled the scent.

Wen Renhao was cleaning the kitchen, and it was his turn to be on duty that day. After such a delay, he took a step slower. The first person to rush up following the fragrance was Fatty Lu. You can hardly imagine that his huge body could run so lightly.

Fatty Lu's house is a big merchant in the imperial capital. Anyone who does business must make money, and they must go for illicit goods. The Lu family also did the same thing. His family's motorcade traveled around the two continents all year round, pulling daily necessities and handicrafts from the southern continent to the northern continent to sell, and then transporting back precious furs and so on from the northern continent, occasionally. Will piggyback some other specialties.

Singer's wine is one of them.

This is the best wine in the North Continent, exclusive to the nobles, and ordinary people can only drink Poole wine. The Lu family had obtained several jars of Singhs, and they were all hidden by Lu Apa. Fatty Lu cried and cried and only got a bite or two. It was the kind of wine that was too bad in An Ran's opinion, and it made Fatty Lu feel aftertaste for months.

The Orc Continent is like this, advanced in some aspects, but ridiculously behind in some aspects. They value combat effectiveness and energy development, and have always been at the forefront in this regard. There is no market at all for eating, drinking and playing here.

Oh no, it's not that there is no market, but no one has thought about developing this market.

In addition to cultivation, what they think of is to make money to buy stones for cultivation, or to bet on stones for their partners to practice. All their behaviors are centered on cultivation, what life is, these orc cubs didn't even know before they met An Ran.

Good things need to be shared with everyone, and An Qi doesn't hide her personally, although he loves the taste of Lingguo Wine.

Seeing the few spirit fruit wine rushing up for this jar, An Qi took the jar and poured it into her mouth fiercely, and then handed the jar out.

This night, several cubs were drunk.

What happened to the orc warrior? The non-orc warrior who didn't touch the wine drank a lot of alcohol, and he was not as weak as a non-orc like him.

The next morning, all the reactions that a hangover should have appeared on the six orc cubs.

Although Lingguo wine is delicious, the consequences of intemperance are also uncomfortable.

An Ran resignedly went to the kitchen to make **** tea, but heard the door humming.

After moving for so long, I have been quiet a few days ago. Why is there someone visiting this place?

An Ran frowned and glanced at the stairs. The orc cubs in his family were all drunk, and now they had no fighting power. Who would come to the door at this time. An Ran didn't open the door because he was unsure.

Continue to make **** tea in the kitchen.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom.

The door rang again, but An Ran still ignored it.

"Boom" Finally, someone outside couldn't bear it, and the door was blasted open.

If the **** people hit the door and didn't scream, then it was the turtle grandson, who took up the kitchen knife and killed him.

"Which one who kills a thousand swords dares to kick the door of Lao Tzu's house"-