Reborn Just To Be a Big Shot Family Freeloader

   Chapter 492 Attacked

  Baby is only ten years old, the Emperor of Europe sighed.

The lament returned to lament, but her subordinates were not slow at all, especially the beef of the one-horned bull demon that was hunted during the day. She picked the most tender part, cut a large piece, and then sliced ​​the meat with her superb knife skills. It is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it can be eaten as soon as it is placed in the pot.

After she had finished processing the ingredients, took out the juice and wine, took out the mandarin duck pot, put on the base, and then poured the chicken soup that was cooked while processing the ingredients into the pot, and lighted the bamboo charcoal, then she gave herself a dust-cleaning technique and went to the wooden house. Li asked her master to come over to cook the pot.

   went in and saw that her master was holding her pier and slept soundly.

   "Master, dinner is ready, come out quickly."

   Actually, Drunk Hou really slept for a while, and there was nothing he could do. Holding the fleshy little body of Babai Xiaodanzi was really relaxing.

But before Qixun entered the house, the aroma of the hot pot ingredients had already awakened him, and even the little dumpling in his arms snorted and moved. When Qixun called, the drunkard opened his eyes and said in approval. : "It's really fragrant, what kind of hot pot is this, it must be very delicious, I'm a good boy after hard work."

   Feeling that he was deviating from the track of his life, carrying too many Shihiro for no reason, he hummed angrily: "Of course. It's a pity that there is no beer, otherwise this meal will be more beautiful!"

   There is no cold beer to eat hot pot, and there is no soul.

   Well, in the future, let the second brother and the third sister find a way to see if they can make some.

   Another day to miss my brothers and sisters.

   decided to turn his sadness into appetite. When he was rinsing the pot, his little chopsticks flew up, and the two master and apprentice went back and forth, and they didn't give in to each other.

  When the last piece of beef was snatched away by Qixun, the drunkard who missed his love widened his eyes: "A scoundrel!"

   Qixun proudly took a dip in the spicy soup pot, then threw it into his mouth, humming, come on, hurt each other. Obviously prepared so much, I had to compete with the young me to eat. Is this what a human master should be like?

  The drunken hitter: "I will continue to eat this hot pot tomorrow, and use the seventh-order wind dog meat I hunted."

   Seven Searches: .

The fourth-order unicorn beef, it stands to reason that she can't get angry at the sixth level of Qi refining, but because of the reason of the nine-turn Xuangong, although she is not exactly the same as the second brother's path of physical sanctification in her previous life, she is a martial artist. A fellow practitioner will only be stronger than simply taking the physical path, so her current physical body is comparable to a foundation-building stage physical training, and it is no problem to eat fourth-order monster meat.

   But she can eat the fourth-order unicorn beef, and can refine it. If she dares to eat the seventh-order monster meat, she must be prepared to explode and die.

   I heard that the meat of the Shuangliufeng dog is super delicious, and it is considered a rare item in the meat of monsters.

   Qixun looked at her master resentfully: "Old man, do you think you did it on purpose?"

  I know that the meat of the wind demon dog is delicious, why can't I get one that your disciple and I can eat when hunting the wind dog?

Although the Drunken Hou was annoyed by the harassment of the female nun because of his face, and for this reason, for more than a hundred years, he had to show people the rough image of a big man with a beard and a beard. It's irritating to be called an old man.

   He shaved his beard, and now he looks like he is in his twenties at most.

   Besides, he is more than 100 years old, but his 2,000-year-old Martial Sovereign Realm is less than one-tenth of his lifespan. Among the monks, he is just young!

   The master and the apprentice stared at each other for a long time, and both hummed, thinking that although the good slices of beef are gone, they can still slice dozens of kilograms. Isn’t it just a matter of knife work?

   So, isn't it a waste of time to stare at it?

   figured it out, the two reconciled after humming, Qixun smiled and said, "Master, wait a moment, my disciple will slice a few dozen kilograms of beef, you can eat it."

   Knowing that her master is a rice bucket, she prepared more beef.

  The Drunken Hou had a kind expression on his face: "Bring the meat, and make slices for the teacher, and the knife for the teacher is faster."

   When your film is ready, when will I have to wait? Influence Lao Tzu to cook, do it yourself, and put it in your mouth earlier, isn't it delicious?

  Qi Xun happily took it out, thinking about waiting for Master to slice the meat, eat some other dishes first.

   Drunken Hou picked up the meat, thinking that there are still a lot of ingredients, let’s eat a few bites and then slice the meat.

  Master and apprentice were dumbfounded when their eyes returned to the mandarin duck pot and the ingredients on the table. There are dozens of plates in that layer, and in such a short time, it's all gone?

   The two of them stared at Babai, the dry cook.

  Babai's small eyes are innocent: "嘤嘤嘤?"

  What are you looking at? You were so serious about grabbing the meat just now, and you didn't eat other dishes. Dun thought you didn't like it, so he just ate it all by himself.

Isn't    that waste is shameful and saving is glorious?

   Both master and apprentice were defeated by her innocent little eyes, and they prepared their own fate. Qixun took the vegetables to wash and cut skewers, and Wu Zun took the knife and flashed like lightning.

   This time, Wu Zun didn't want to **** food from his scoundrels, so he gave himself two large plates of seventh-order wind and dog meat, determined to be beautiful alone.

   Qixun looked at the two large plates of meat, and thought to himself, if you cook the seventh-order monster meat, can we still use this pot of soup?

   Seventh-order beast meat, can her cultivation level eat it? Let’s not mention it, the seventh-order monster can transform into shape, right? If you change shape, that's your body. Is it really okay to eat meat like this? Are you not upset?

  Qixun shivered for a while, and quickly took out another mandarin duck pot, made a new soup pot, and carried Babai to his side: "Dun, let's eat this for both of us, and Master's meat, we can't eat it."

  Babai really wanted to go to Master's side to try it out. After trying several times, Qixun ruthlessly dragged her short legs and pulled her back. Helpless can only give up.

   Drunk Hou is very proud. No one robbed the deity now, right?

   Qixun slandered, the old man is quite scheming.

   Finally, there is no need to grab meat, and the scene was once very harmonious.

But smelling the aroma of the seventh-order demon meat in Old Man Jun's pot, Qi Xun couldn't help expressing his resentment: "Master, if you don't eat the meat quickly, if you have to eat it so slowly, then the two of us. The boat of friendship has to be overturned."

   Don't be so deliberately greedy.

   You offend your meal ticket like this, is it really okay?

  The Drunken Hou ate fragrant meat and drank fine wine. He was delighted. After listening to his disciple's words, he gave him a disinterested look: "What kind of friendship boat? No big or small!"

However, looking at the resentful eyes of Tu'er and Xiao Tuanzi, Master Wu Zun finally felt a little bit cautious. After eating a big mouthful of meat, he finally expressed his kindness and hummed: "You and Xiao Tuanzi are here to cultivate with peace of mind at night, for the sake of Master, go out and find you a wind dog that you can eat."

   The little dumpling had a puppet cat's face, and suddenly it was cute: "嘤嘤."

  Two!

   Qixun also smiled and rolled his eyes: "I know that Master is the best."

The scene of    is a moment of filial piety to the father and son.

Thinking of getting a Liufeng dog to give his disciple a tooth sacrifice, after eating the hot pot, the drunk Hou flashed, Qixun packed up the pots and chopsticks, and after setting up the formation, he started to make talismans. As a result, only two talismans were drawn, and he found himself The formation method was attacked.

  Qixun found out his spiritual sense and saw that there were five monks, three men and two women, and he couldn't help frowning.

   To dare to directly attack other people's formations, is it a disease of the brain, or is it self-sufficient?

   (end of this chapter)