Cynical Master of the City

Chapter 1) 0 Mutton Steamed Buns

When Lei Long came to Lei Tianba's study, he saw not only Lei Tianba himself, but also Alchemist Linggong and Alchemist Lingyu, which made Lei Long's nerves suddenly tense.

It was almost morning, and a red sun appeared in the sky above Bingquemen. Although the sun also emitted light and heat, it still had no effect on the extreme cold of Bingquemen, as if the warmth of the sun had not yet reached the ground. , has been assimilated into ice cold, so even if you go out to bask in the sun, you still feel that the sun is cold, not warm.

Zuo Yao, who has been imprisoned in the firewood room for several days, can no longer tell the difference between a human and a ghost. Originally, he was dressed as a human monster, and his heavy makeup made people afraid to approach him. After a while, his hair and clothes became dirty and messy, and his face, which he used to call himself coquettish and charming, has now turned into a big painted face. In a place like the woodshed where even animals are too dirty, the pampered Zuo Yao really suffered. wronged.

In order to make Zuo Yao not so arrogant, and also to make him completely submissive, Zuo Yao's treatment is quite pitiful. Every day, there are only raw and cold miscellaneous grains and cold water to satisfy his hunger. In an extremely cold place like Bingquemen, crops are basically unable to grow. , so a lot of food is purchased from outside, which is why most people in Bingquemen eat meat. Of course, this also means that the food in Bingquemen is very precious, how could it be given to Zuo Yao? This kind of prisoner eats it, but even though meat is very common in Bingquemen, most of it is the meat of divine beasts, let alone Zuo Yao.

So the people from Bingquemen came up with another method. They used old miscellaneous grains, mixed them with straw, bran, and even bark, and made a big pot of special cornbread for Zuo Yao. This kind of cornbread Harder than a rock, worse than shit, and because of the cold weather at Bingquemen, it is even more impossible to warm up food when delivering food to Zuo Yao, so what he eats every day is raw and cold corn bread and cold of water.

This inhuman treatment made Zuo Yao unacceptable. At the beginning, Zuo Yao chose to go on a hunger strike, neither eating nor drinking, in order to demonstrate to the people of Bingquemen, but the people of Bingquemen were not only not angry On the contrary, he didn't care about it at all, and still brought him corn bread and cold water on time every day. Until three days later, Zuo Yao was so hungry that he was dizzy and couldn't stand up. His stubbornness gradually faded away, and his arrogance was also weakened. For the rest, in the face of the unbearable hunger, the desire to survive made him let go of all his pretense and restraint.

The more people are in the state of dying, people will not care about anything. That is to say, why must there be material to be spiritual, because if a person can't even eat enough, what else can he do? In spiritual life, if the skin does not exist, the hair will not be attached.

When Zuo Yao, who was so hungry, could no longer bear the torture of his body, he gnawed on the blunt cornbread like crazy. It fell off abruptly, he didn't care about the toothache, the strong feeling of hunger had already made him a little crazy, and he bit down hard again, the blood had already seeped out and soaked into the nest, just like that, left Yaorumao forcibly ate the cornbread like drinking blood, but there were not many teeth left in his mouthful.

He didn't care about so much, because he was really hungry. After eating a cornbread, he couldn't stop his hunger, so he hurriedly grabbed another cornbread, stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word, crunching. As he began to chew, part of his teeth fell out, and the rest of the teeth became loose, so the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, and sometimes there was the sound of teeth collapsing, as if he was eating raw meat.

In this way, until he ate the third cornbread, the intense pain brought Zuo Yao back to his senses. He knew that it would be impossible for him to eat it under the current situation, but he was still very hungry, looking at the hard Wotou, he loves and hates at the same time. Although it is within easy reach, he is still afraid.

Suddenly, he saw bowls of water next to the firewood pile, and suddenly came up with some ideas. He crawled over like a dog, drank a bowl of water first, and then crawled back with another bowl. In the same place, I stumbled and stumbled along the way, and a lot of water splashed out of the bowl.

Zuo Yao knew that the water source was precious. Looking at the water that fell on the ground, he anxiously lay down and licked the ground, reluctant to let go of the last drop. Even so, he was reluctant to rinse his bloody mouth.

After he picked up the cornbread, he put it directly into the bowl and soaked it in water.

It seems that Zuo Yao is still very wise. After regaining his senses, he also realized that the water can soften the steamed buns and make them less cold and hard. It is also more convenient to eat. At this moment, he is also a little Regret, if I had done this earlier, this mouthful of white teeth would not have disappeared for no reason.

However, he also told himself that he would not live long after he came to the Bingquemen anyway, and his life was almost gone, so what teeth did he care about? So, while comforting his wounded heart, he put away the things he had accumulated in the past few days. All the steamed buns were soaked in a bowl of water. It seemed that Zuo Yao was preparing for sustainable development. He kept soaking them all the time and could eat them whenever he was hungry. He was really a smart person.

Moreover, it is more nutritious to eat and drink like this. If you put some mutton in it, this is simply a mutton steamed bun.

"Mr. Feng, the firewood room in front is where Zuo Yao is imprisoned." Sikong Dong pointed to a dilapidated house not far away, and said expressionlessly.

When Li Miao looked over, the first thing that caught his eye was not how simple the woodshed was, but that there were four or five cultivators of the third level of immortals planted around the woodshed, which suddenly hit his self-esteem a little bit.

"Is it necessary to mobilize so many people to imprison a left demon? Presumably with his ability, he can't fly out of the Bingque Gate even with wings?" Li Miao said to Sikong Dong who was beside him.

Sikong Dong chuckled, and said with some pride: "They are nothing in the Bingquemen. The previous Sikong Yan was a servant of the Bingquemen who managed the firewood room, but his strength has already reached the second level of fairy spirits. So, as the person who guards Zuo Yao, the third-level fairy is really nothing."

Hearing this, Li Miao's self-esteem was hit even more, and he was already a little depressed, but Sikong Dong made it look like he was worthless.

Seeing Li Miao's expression turned a little bit bad, Sikong Dong also realized that his words had hurt Li Miao virtually, and hurriedly said apologetically, "Mr. Feng, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on you at all. On the contrary, they used It took decades, or even longer, to reach the current level, but it took only a few months for Mr. Feng to reach the first level of fairy spirit, and they are not at the same level as Mr. Feng at all."

These words reached Li Miao's heart, and it was extraordinarily comfortable. It seemed that Sikong Dong was worthy of being the chief steward of the Bingquemen, and he was very good at flattering.