God's Taoism is free and easy, starting with taking in the clam girl

Chapter 80
The corner of Fang Kan's mouth twitched slightly. He was indeed suffering from internal injuries, which was the backlash caused by the collapse of his belief not long ago.

However, to be pointed out face to face, there is a feeling of being provoked by others in one's own field.

If he had encountered this kind of provocation in the past, he would probably have had to fight a lot. Fortunately, his mentality is extremely stable now, he has placed himself in a correct position, and he can do his role as a veterinarian with peace of mind.

What's more, he recognized the speaker...

It is to add a little performance to himself, the half-immortal Zhang Daoqi who is known as the iron mouth.

He already knew how powerful this half-immortal was, so he didn't dare to be negligent, so he hurriedly went up to meet him.

After a while of pleasantries, he shifted his gaze to the swordsman in linen beside him, cupped his hands and said:

"Fang Kan in the next Huichun hall, I don't know the last name of senior Gao..."

As Fang Kan approached, Zhao Pingan only felt that the disgusting aura on his body became stronger and stronger, and his brows were furrowed more tightly, trying to hold back a trace of unhappiness in his heart and not attack it on the spot.

The swordsman in linen didn't answer, and Zhang Banxian smiled and introduced:

"He, like you, is a temporary guest in the village."

"But there is one thing you guessed right, that half of the evil dragon was made by him."

Although he had guessed it for a long time, after hearing it with his own ears and confirming it with his own eyes, Fang Kan still took a deep breath.

He was born and bred in Anyuan, and was once a priest of the God of Plague, so he was not ignorant of the famous river god Evil Jiao in the county.

The Seventh Grade River God who reigned supreme in Anyuan County was cut off by the person in front of him, and reduced to the point of being stewed and eaten.

This kind of sword cultivator beheaded the dragon without any trace of injury, so his cultivation must have far surpassed the opponent.

'So, this senior is at least a sixth-rank power! '

Fang Kan was surprised, sighed and sighed, the fate in the world is really unpredictable.

What surprised him even more was that the people who killed the evil dragons lived temporarily in the village like him. There must be some secrets that are unknown here.

And what is the strength of the earth spirit who guards the village and controls everything silently?

The villagers heated up the pot, and pieces of dragon meat fell into the big iron pot out of thin air. As time went by, a seductive fragrance drifted farther and farther in the air, and the fragrance reached a certain cold pool in the south of the village. place.

In this cold pond, crabs are seen coming in and out from time to time, and they go to the farmland not far away along the path. They prey on insects, devour weeds, and turn a blind eye to the best growing vegetables and grains.

The villagers who were farming were also used to their village. When they saw crabs, they didn't catch them, but let them wander around in the fields on the slopes.

When the alluring fragrance spread to the cold pool, several crabs in the cold pool also gathered together, and the tentacles at the corners of their mouths kept trembling.

"Sixth brother, I heard that the Lord killed that evil dragon, and today I want to invite the whole village to eat dragon meat and drink dragon blood..."

"Yes, I also went to the mistress's place on behalf of the lord. Even the vicious old carp couldn't help but want to come over to share a piece of the pie when he heard about it."

"The old thirteen is careful, you have finally gained the trust of the water god, you just need to know some things yourself, don't leak the news from your mouth."

"Didn't I think that they are all my brothers, Sixth Brother?"

"Your lord's matter, even your own brothers can't reveal it. If there is a next time, I'm afraid you will lose your position as a servant, old thirteen. You're lucky if you can find some jobs to help in the fields." Slightly."

Xie Shisan froze when he heard the words, and for a while, the tentacles on his mouth also forgot to vibrate.

Seeing that Xie Shisan was lost in thought, the crabs stopped talking to him and continued the discussion.

"Sixth brother, you said that we are the spirits of the aquatic tribe. It is a great fortune to eat a mouthful of dragon meat and drink a mouthful of dragon blood. Now we are also members of the village, will the master give us a little bit of meat and blood soup? ?”

"As far as I know, Shen Zunzhai has a kind heart and treats all living beings equally. He probably won't forget us..."

Speaking of this, the few crabs are silent. Although they have said so much, they have only joined the village not long ago and have not made much contribution. Whether they can get the meat or not, everyone is not sure.

It is emotional and reasonable not to get a share of the flesh and blood. If you can get a share of the pie, then you will make a lot of money.

Just when everyone was feeling apprehensive and expectant, several objects the size of washbasins were suddenly thrown from the air, and smashed heavily into the cold pool, splashing waves of water.

Caught off guard, a few crabs were hit by the object, and their bodies were carried by the water to sink, turning around a few times before they managed to stabilize their figures.

His whole body was in pain from being hit by the heavy object, but the crabs were not surprised but rejoiced, and surrounded him at the fastest speed.

Soon, countless cheers resounded in the cold pool.

On this day, a stone village was silent in laughter and laughter. No matter any living beings, even a few yellow cattle in the village ate meat for an unprecedented time, eating the crushed dragon's flesh and blood mixed with forage.

In Qinquan Shuifu.

A man and three women sat around an iron pot, and there were slices of Jiaolong meat on a plate beside the table. At this time, the Jiaolong meat was extraordinary in appearance, the meat was crystal clear, and bursts of fragrance wafted from the meat.

Pick up a piece of jiao meat as thin as cicada's wings, put it into the boiling iron pot, rinse it casually a few times, then put it in the mouth, when the jiaolong put it in the mouth, the two eyes coincided Lighted up, and sincerely praised:
"This jiao meat is really a rare delicacy. When paired with the hot pot method invented by the master, the delicacy of jiao meat is brought to the extreme."

After eating a piece of jiao meat, she scalded several slices one after another regardless of her appearance, and said with emotion:
"I never imagined that today, I would be able to sit with the two sisters so leisurely, chatting about the romance, and eating the meat of the river god that I could only look up to before."

"Speaking of which, I think this evil dragon is much more popular as a piece of meat than as a river god..."

"Puff." Yun Xi was eating the jiao meat with relish, and when he heard the words of holding the pearl, he immediately spit out the jiaolong from his mouth.

Seeing that the mouse god reacted so strongly, Zhuanzhu looked at her in surprise, and asked in puzzlement, "Could it be that younger sister Yunxi disagrees with Zhuanzhu's words?"

"No no no..."

Yunxi quickly waved his hand, "Yunxi just thinks that what my sister said is too reasonable. Who would have known that the most valuable thing for a dignified seventh-rank god is to become slices of delicious dragon meat. "

"I knew that the dragon family is so delicious, I'm afraid I couldn't help but try it secretly. Hey, sister Ao Qing, why don't you eat it? You still look at me with such strange eyes..."

Among the one man and three women, apart from Wei Wu, who had no physical body and could not eat, did not do anything, Ao Qing also silently watched the tumbling iron pot, but never burned a chopstick.

As soon as Yunxi said this, the eyes of the other two fell on her at the same time.

I saw that Ao Qing's face did not have a trace of joy of devouring the soul, but instead looked sad, as if remembering something sad.

(End of this chapter)