Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 195 Eat Chicken Tonight
Seeing that the sand sculpture was shot, Stanley, who stuck out his head under the carriage to observe the movement, shouted excitedly.

"Oh!"

The sand sculpture shot in the chest fell from the air and landed on a small slope, creating a shallow pit.

Dust was raised, and its golden wings were still beating wildly on the red soil, obviously not dead yet.

"Shh!"

The knife flashed, blood splashed out, and the bird's head fell to the ground. Ren killed it neatly.

Then insert the Demon Hunter 7-style long knife back into the knife sheath on her back.

He picked it up by its wings and weighed it. It was quite heavy, estimated to be about 20 kilograms.

There is no doubt that this is a big eagle!

Suzanne, who was wearing a red leather jacket, trotted over, glanced at the beheaded sand sculpture, and moved her lips: "Little brother, you have good marksmanship."

"My little brother's marksmanship is really good. Once he hits the soul, he can kill people every time!" Ren shrugged and continued to tease: "You two are too stupid, don't you even use the original force gun?"

"Actually, it's not necessary. The feathers of the sand sculptures are not infinite. After one or two rounds of avoidance, they will retreat." Garcia lit a cigarette and walked over steadily.

Beautiful eyes rolled Ren's eyes, Susannah pouted, and added: "You must be the stupid son of a rich family, the original force guns are very expensive to maintain!

A demon hunting bullet costs one silver coin, so how much money do you make if you empty a few more rounds?People like us, unless we are content with the status quo and don't plan to get promoted, no money will go anywhere. "

Ren was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that although he came to this world, although he had moved bricks for two months, his path to transcendence actually had a very high starting point.

From the very beginning, he was regarded as a natural awakener at the beginning of the third level. Even if he only joined the outside of the Demon Hunter Association at first, the association gave the guidance method for free, and the equipment was half price.

This is actually a kind of investment. In the end, Rennes will choose to join the association, and there is also a reason why the Demon Hunter Association treats him well.

After that, he met Catherine, a rich woman, and took the risk of killing the Red Witch to make a fortune. The house was secured, and Catherine gave him the rune book.

Even the old goat took good care of him. When learning the Borag runes, Ren received his patient guidance.

But Suzanne and Garcia are different from him. They should have all started from the first rank, and they have had a rough journey along the way, and they have been living on a budget.

In this world, he is obviously smoother than before. Although the battle is dangerous, the road outside the battle is very smooth. Now, even princesses like Kesha are his girlfriends.

Is it a change of luck to leave Africa and enter Europe?

"I'm not a big dog, but I'm lucky. By the way, can this thing be eaten?" Ren held the sand sculpture in his hand and changed the subject with a smile.

Eyes lit up, Susanna licked her lips: "Of course, I've eaten it a few times, and it tastes great!"

Ren's face was happy, and he yelled: "Good luck, chicken tonight!"

He has never eaten eagle meat, let alone an extraordinary beast. In the world of giants, the one who suffers the most is actually the Wu Zang Temple, which does not eat meat much.

"My God, why did you kill it?"

Holding a camera, a folklorist in a blue suit hurried over, his face paled with shock: "The head has been chopped off, it is completely hopeless now, this is a precious animal!"

The scholar took a photo of the sand sculpture with a camera, looking heartbroken.

Ren rolled his eyes, threw the sand sculpture on the ground, and pointed to the groom on the other side who was clutching his arm and crying: "Is it important to cherish human life?"

The folklorist was taken aback, and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses: "Although that's the case, but you have already shot it down just now, there is no threat, and it can be captured alive."

"Why do you want to capture it alive? This eagle is so big that it's hard to take care of it. It's not bad to kill it for a meal. It can only grow seven times a night if it can keep up with nutrition." Renn disagrees.

The folklore scholar's eyelids trembled, and he patiently explained: "The living sand sculptures are very valuable, and they are sold to noble masters for captivity, and they are worth a hundred gold!"

The expression on his face changed several times, trying to endure the pain in his heart, he stared at the dead fish and asked, "Then do you think it can be rescued?"

The scholar glanced at the headless sand sculpture, his face twitched, and he didn't reply. Is this so unclear?
Ren exhaled, pretending to look deeply at the headless corpse of the sand sculpture: "Brother Diao, I know that you are born with pride, your head can be broken, your blood can flow, and you will die if you are not free!
So I gave you a good time, don't thank me, go on the road to Huangquan! "

Sand sculpture: (○Д○)

Garcia, who was puffing, twitched slightly, and coughed because of the smoke: "Ahem, it's too cold, I can only beat my teeth."

Thinking of this made him a little angry, Ren slapped his thigh, glared at the scholar, Susanna and Garcia, and couldn't help complaining: "Why didn't you remind me earlier! I missed [-] million!"

Folklorist: "..."

Garcia: "..."

Susanna chuckled and covered her mouth: "You just rushed over and chopped off its head with a knife without any politeness. You moved so fast that we didn't even have time to react!"

This is one hundred gold coins, money that can't be earned by moving bricks for a year!
Ren took a deep breath, forced a smile and shouted:
"An extra meal! An extra meal!!"

The intestines are green with regret, but there is no way, Brother Diao has left, so it can only be used to wrap the stomach.

The red sun is setting in the west, the sky is getting late, there is no rush on the journey, after passing the canyon, it is not far away, and there is no need to drive overnight.

If everything goes well, we will definitely be able to reach Orange Town tomorrow afternoon, and the group will start preparing dinner.

The little old native doctor took out a gray handbag from the carriage and bandaged the wound of the groom who had been hit by a feather blade.

He first disinfected it with alcohol, then took out several bottles and jars, applied a black viscous ointment to the groom, and then tied a bandage.

Not to mention, the effect is quite good, and the groom's pale face, which was caused by a lot of blood loss, looks better.

Ren paid special attention to this skinny little old man. This man is not an ordinary doctor. There are slight spiritual energy fluctuations in his body, and he is probably a first-order extraordinary person.

As for Brother Diao, leave it to Suzanne. She is very familiar with the terrain and has good cooking skills. Ren can also cook, but he has never handled this kind of food after all.

She took the sand sculpture to a small pool in the canyon to clean it, plucked its feathers, and removed its internal organs.

Time passed slowly, and at 7 o'clock in the evening, the night had already shrouded, a silver moon hung in the sky, the stars were bright, and the bright moonlight poured down.

The cool evening wind blew away the heat, and everyone sat in a circle around the campfire, each carrying a small bowl, looking eagerly at the sand sculpture meat being stewed in the pot.

The pot was owned by the caravan, and Stanley and the others didn't eat dry food every meal, and occasionally they would make some game and vegetable soup.

The firewood was picked up by Ren and the others nearby.

Suzanne added some seasonings one by one, turning the spoon from time to time, and waited for an hour.

The rich aroma is overflowing, arousing everyone's appetite. After the stew is cooked, everyone can't wait to start eating.

Really fragrant!

Ren gobbled it up, his mouth was full of oil, without him, this pot of meat was worth a hundred gold coins!
It hurts to think about it, it's too extravagant, and he will feel unbalanced if he doesn't eat more.

After eating and drinking, everyone sat around the campfire with their stomachs upright and chatted.

Cowboy Garcia covered his stomach, burped, and said with emotion: "It's been boiled for more than an hour, and the meat is still so firm. It's really strange!"

He had never eaten sand-carved meat before, and thanks to Tuoleen, he had a taste of it today.

"Isn't it better to be tighter? It's more emotional, isn't it?" Ren interjected quietly.

Garcia's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that these words had profound connotations, were subtle and meaningful, out of vulgar taste, and full of philosophical thinking.

He focused his attention on Ren, and met those unfathomable eyes.

I checked my eyes, it's my own!

The two looked at each other and smiled, everything was in silence!
Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)