Chapter 5 The Pandaren at the Table

From 10 am in the morning to the dinner time, the bragging pandas still drank too much in the end. When Carlos asked his mother to invite the pandas to dinner, the pandas who stopped talking for less than a minute were already asleep. Finally, the consul arranged for him to be carried into an empty barn and slept all night.

At breakfast the next day, Carlos miraculously discovered that the panda had been sitting at his home table and had an aperitif.

“Good morning, mother. Good morning, Ilucia. Good morning, master, does cider still taste like you.” Carlos couldn’t help but stare at the pandaman after he said hello. Yesterday’s blow was too exciting, and Carlos was also fascinated by it. It is only now that he has time to observe the live-action Kung Fu Panda carefully.


“Well, the best way to hangover is to have another glass. The more aging the grain wine, the more fragrant the fruit wine will taste.” The panda man in front of me said that the common language with the Wandering Island dialect accent has its own rap effect. Carlos was also stunned. Yesterday, I heard him chatter for so long and didn’t discover this specialty.

“Hug, I’m sorry, I don’t drink, I drink, I’m a bit of alcohol, some stuttering~~~.” The Pandaren found that all three of the Barovs were staring at him and explained.

This is HIP-RAP, stuttering an egg, you are here too, your English name Columbus, Slip-Slip Fruit character Magellan, your stage name Jay Chou. Carlos felt that he would be crazy if he didn’t change the subject quickly.

“I haven’t consulted the master’s surname”

“I am the storm of the Storm family. You can call me Storm. Storm, or you can call me Brother Storm. In addition, the master’s name is Ecstasy. You can also call me Brother Ecstasy.”

Hug a bear in ecstasy? Carlos remembered that there was a tile monk named T in his WOW guild wasteland reclamation group in his last life. He was a little bit unbearable.

“Master, I heard that you are from the Wandering Island? Is the body of the Wandering Island really a big turtle?” Carlos continued to change the subject.

“Yes, the god Shinji is the mount and good friend of our Pandaren’s first explorer Liu Lang. It was only this big at that time.” Storm. Storm looked around, stood up and stepped back and gestured. Then go back to your seat and sit down. Listening to the scream of the solid oak seat, Carlos quietly moved his chair back.

“There is no doubt that everything must go through the process from scratch, from small to large, the same is true for the god Shinji. Back then, it was just always cute. Now the god Shinji is the entire lost island, and the panda people live on it. Above, and can be self-sufficient.” Storm. Storm said proudly.

“Aiva, go and urge the second and third young masters to get up, so that waiting for the guests is not the way to entertain the guests.” Janis told the maid.

“Then master, are you a Windrunner or Brewmaster or Mistweaver?” Carlos asked curiously?

“Brewmasters are all S13!” Storm. Storm suddenly raised his right hand and shouted (①).

“Sorry, this is a habitual reaction. I am not disgusted with the Brewmaster School, but the master is a diehard member of the Popular School, and he lost to his master brother of the Brewmaster School in a crucial contest to recruit. The teacher and aunt of the fog weaving school have no destiny. So I have to shout this slogan hundreds of times every day in my academic career. After decades, a conditioned reflex has been formed.” Storm. Storm touched his head and smiled honestly. NS.

The amount of information is slightly larger. What is the difference between this and the Sunni dying words (②). And you just explode your master’s love, hatred and hatred like this, is it really okay? Your master’s story is enough to write a novel of three million words, right? It should be made into a TV series at least 50 episodes.

Carlos took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and calmed down the sadness that was full of grooves but couldn’t vomit.

“Master, what is the difference between these schools, I’m very curious.”

“It’s too esoteric and can’t be explained. After all, it is difficult for you humans to understand the principle of innocence.” Storm Storm thought about how to express it.

Carlos nodded in understanding, but his heart was grumpy, I can understand!

“To put it simply, we windrunners are good at fighting and running, the Brewmasters are good at being beaten and drinking, and the mistweavers like to study some weird things.” After the storm was finished, he nodded with satisfaction.


This is the black bar, the naked black bar, who just said that he is not disgusted with the Brewmaster School, slapped his face, hey, fat panda.

“I once read an anecdote in a book that the panda warrior would use two branches as a tool to eat.”

Storm. The storm’s eyes are brighter.



“And there is a special way of training monks during the meal.”

Storm. The brightness of the eyes of the storm continued to rise.

“This cruel way of practicing fully explains the law of survival of the weak and the strong.”

Storm. Storm’s eyes are already self-illuminating.

“So can the master show us something.”

Storm. Storm couldn’t help but praise: “Little brother seems to know us Pandaren very well. This is indeed a traditional project.”

“Then master, can you show us with your left and right hands?” Carlos opened his eyes and launched a shining attack.

Storm. The storm was stunned. He thought Carlos wanted to compete with him. However, the host’s hospitality is warm, and this little request from the children is nothing. Saying disrespectfully with Janis, the Pandaren held a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand, and his left hand and his right hand began to fight for food.

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

“Is this a new trick for the circus?”

Under Aiva’s urging, Alex and Wilton caught up with this good show. Although Storm Storm’s left and right hands fought indiscriminately, the food always fell into Storm Storm’s mouth in the end.

After breakfast, the hostess proposed to give the wind and dust servant’s storm a new dress, and the pandaren happily accepted it.

“Carlos, where did you get this knowledge?” Janis asked suspiciously.

“Mom, if you read less magic books and care more about the family library, you will know. Storm. Storm is not the first Pandaren to come to Lordaeron, but the monk is definitely one of the best warriors. I want to worship him as a teacher.” Carlos dismissed the subject lightly.

“Mom was originally a mage!” looked down upon by the eldest son, and amidst the secret laughs of his daughter and two younger sons, Janis quickly forgot the previous question.

“Do you want to learn martial arts with this Pandaren?” Giannis straightened his collar, looked at Carlos and said, “I thought you were more interested in magic.”

“This is not a conflict, mom, every skill has his strengths. I don’t seem to be a monk, but a panda with such an outstanding lingua franca, it’s a shame to miss it.” Carlos explained.

Note: 1.S13: Everyone knows S, and B is 13 if it is separated.

2. Sunni’s last words: Shiites are all S13.

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