Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 864 Traveling to Tianyuan

Those dark red meats have just been cooked in the flames, with white smoke and a magical temptation.

"Do not worry, look--" Professor Paul picked up a kebab and smashed the scales of some creature from one piece of meat: "This is a special kind of Warcraft on the East African plateau - the thunderweet." This is a non-toxic lizard meat, which is six times more protein than beef. Although it tastes rough, it is still edible."

By the fire, the werewolves looked at the dark red things in disbelief. Indeed, they occasionally attached lizard scales as if to explain their innocence to Bedyville. The connection between the scales and the flesh is natural and does not seem to be artificial.

Is this really lizard meat? ! If you mistakenly eat this thing, then you will find that it is human flesh.

"Well, it's delicious!" Palamidis had already picked up a skewer and smashed it. The ferocious look was like a wild leopard.

"Paramy!"

"I care if it is human flesh. Oh, I am not a human being. I was half a beast!" Paramitis said indifferently: "The fish and dried meat of the previous dinner were not filled. Now, if you have a chance, you will eat more. If you have enough, you will have the strength to fight. If there is any unexpected situation, we can cope with it."

(This is what I said. But -)

"If you are afraid, don't dare to eat," the Leopard warrior stretched his clutch to Bedyville's plate: "I will even eat your share?"

"Eat! Of course you have to eat!" The werewolf took a shot and drove the big cat's paws. He grabbed a kebab and chewed it.

The meat is very rich and thicker than beef, but the tendons are very strong. It is impossible to even chew it without enough tooth power. The werewolf couldn't help but glance at the fangs protruding from the front of the Pygmies. It seems that the fierce looks of these guys are to adapt to the local life.

More meals were brought up, this time it was a mushroom stew broth in a stone bowl.

By the fire, Bediville can see that the meat is white meat - perhaps the meat of birds, in short, since it is white meat, it will not be human flesh - human hemoglobin will cause the meat to become bright red.

The mushrooms in the soup are not much different from ordinary white mushrooms. The texture and shape are almost identical except for the wonderful black texture on the umbrella.

"Hey, this thing is not recommended for you to drink." Professor Paul said: "For the first time to eat this, this thing is not very good."

"Hey, what?" Bedieville was confused by the ambiguous words of the old professor: "What is wrong? Is this meat poisonous? Or is the mushroom poisonous?"

"Take it! Drink it right!" Palamidis has already picked up the stone bowl and grumbled for a long time to drink the soup. Even the birds and mushrooms in the bowl were not let go, all went into the stomach. .

"Hey, he ate all--" Professor Paul's face changed dramatically.

"What?! Is he poisoned?" Biddyville was shocked.

Paramitis looked calm and calm. As a green knight, he is very resistant to poisons. It is impossible to pose a threat to the Leopard warrior. Just because he is almost intoxicated, he dares to be so arrogant.

However, the big cat soon regretted it. Or, his face soon rose red. He only felt a stream of heat flowing down his body, making his body suddenly very excited.

"Hey, stupid. Who told you to listen only half?" Professor Paul concealed his face: "It is a special mushroom growing between cliffs and stones. The scientific name is [骷髅菇]. It is not the most famous. Vicious - in fact it is not poisonous - it is best known for its aphrodisiac effect."

"Strong, aphrodisiac?!" Bedyville's voice has changed.

"The soup that you take this mushroom all year round can make your body increase." Professor Paul looked at Paramitis with pleasure. "But if you take it in a short time, there will be other effects." You continue to be in a state of excitement."

"噢天——" The leopard warrior is like drunken wine, and the whole body can't be balanced: "This is the numbness, the station is not stable, how to fight - how long will this thing last?"

"I don't know, depending on the constitution?" Professor Paul sneered: "It's usually between two and ten hours."

Bedyville looked at Paramitis with a cold eye, a little gloating: "I don't want to be poisoned and let go of it. If you really recruit, you know the convergence. You are really dead and deserved."

"It’s really awkward." The big cat’s face rose into red: "I will handle this thing well, just need to smear the toxic ingredients from the body and excrete them."

This guy is really totally drunk. It is not a toxin, at least not completely harmful.

An anesthetic substance such as alcohol, when it enters the bloodstream and travels to the whole body, has a very high degree of binding to cells. Whether the body of the leopard warrior [drunken] can distinguish these anesthetic substances and exclude them is still unknown.

auzw.com It’s bad! Bedieville’s heart sank, as if a huge stone had been pressed down.

So, isn't their situation awful? ! ——

If Paramitis can't fight, in the event of an emergency, only Bediville will be left alone.

The werewolf looked at the movements of the surrounding Pygmies: they were still dancing the indigenous dances with joy.

The flirtatious twisting movement, the strange kicks and swinging arms, at first glance, stunning and cursing, but they are also like ghosts and flurry under the bonfire, this situation is scary.

Bedyville swallowed another sip. He only hoped that he would pass safely this evening and not reproduce anything.

Of course, that is just the unwarranted hope of the werewolf. How can they be unlucky?

About half of the banquet was held, and the great elders of the Pygmies stood up and read out loud in the native language.

He said two or three sentences and immediately turned around and kneeled in front of Bedyville and Paramitis. Other savages have also come up and bowed to the ground neatly.

"Saha! Dosso! Sola Hasta!" the wild people cried, and the pronunciation was as neat as pre-rehearsal.

"What are they doing?" Bedieville cast a look for help from Professor Paul.

"Well--" Professor Paul has changed his face when he started his speech. Now his face has become iron blue: "They want you to fight with another evil spirit, the legendary one - [the demon in the sky]."

"You must be joking with me!" Bettiville stood up in anger: "We are not obligated to help this savage! Not to mention this dangerous opponent!"

In the past, that ability was fully open, and there was a fully armed Armediville, and he was still afraid of the three points of the spirits. It was still very difficult to fight with the evil spirits and the dark spirits;

And now? Not only have they been sealed with magic, but they have no decent weapons on their hands! Under this state of mind, what do they do with the "devil in the sky"?

Seeing that Biddeville suddenly stood up with anger and anger, the group of Pygmies below was horrified.

"Well, if you just said, would you like to swear by the translator?" Professor Paul had a hard time: "If you translate them, things will be irreparable. They may suddenly kill you?"

"Beddyville, calm and awkward." The drunken big cat blushes, swaying and standing up, putting his arm on the shoulder of the werewolf, and taking advantage of it. He almost pressed the weight of his body on the shoulders of Bedieville.

"If you haven't started to negotiate, you can't talk about it, and you can't talk about it, right?" The big cat shook his head and said it was not.

Bedyville looked at the drunk Paramitis, and really wanted a slap in the face: "You are drunk, Parami. Here I will hand it over to you, you can say a few words."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." The more drunk the guy, the more he refused to admit that he was drunk, and the leopard warrior is the same: "Come on, let's discuss it first. They won't want [God of God] for They work in the white, right?"

The leopard's cat cavity began to come. Bedyville knew that there was no good thing.

"The monks know what you mean. They will try to convey them." Professor Paul looked at the scorn of the drunk Paramitis, and the slutty nature of the big cat was revealed in the drunkenness!

The professor said a few words to the elders, and the Pegmi elders stood up and whispered a few words to the people around them.

"Oh, they are going to be in trouble!" said Bediwell nervously. Rather than being nervous, it is better to say that his "heavy burden" on his shoulders makes him a little nervous.

Even Professor Paul is nervous: "The meaning of the transfer of the monks should not be misinterpreted."

A few minutes later, several Pygmies came. From their feather hats that are slightly smaller than the big elders, these people should also be the veterans of the family, second only to the elders.

A large group of people were discussing in awkward manners, and the speed of speech was so scary that they spit out dozens of syllables in one second, allowing the onlookers of Bedieville and others to open their eyes. There are creatures in the world who can turn their tongues. so fast!

"What are they talking about?" Betteville was more and more surprised when he was surprised.

"The monks also don't understand. This is the secret language of their family. They are not taught by outsiders." Professor Paul's face showed a bitter smile: "But even if the monks can understand, they say so fast, the monks can't understand." "

He also said before that the short sentence of the Bigmi language can contain the meaning of three or four sentences in English, and the amount of information is very large. Now these elders are driving debates at the speed of God, not the insiders in their families can understand!

However, since they are so serious about driving the meeting, instead of directly tying the werewolf and the leopard to cook, that is, there is still room for discussion?