Chapter 311 The Strongest Monster Catcher (71)
Mansha seemed to want to say something more, but then changed the subject and asked.
"There is a batch of good wine in the store, shipped from abroad. Come in and have a drink?"
Zhou Ye paused slightly, and Mansha laughed. Her voice was crisp and sweet, like a lark singing in the mountains.
"Come in, there is freshly cut braised donkey meat. There is only one hind leg left, just for you."
Zhou Ye's characterization is basically zero. Compared to catching monsters, she obviously wants to drink and eat meat.
The little monster rarely kills animals, and the meat he buys is marinated. The dishes are exquisite and healthy, and he feels comfortable eating them, but there is something missing.
When Zhou Ye sat down in the shop and looked at the large pot of wine in front of her and the large chunks of braised pork on the plate, she knew that something was missing from the food cooked by the little monster.
Zhou Ye couldn't eat meat or drink alcohol, and Zhou Ye felt panicked.
So before she had even taken two steps out of the house, she turned around and entered the shop of the proprietress.
Aowu was also chewing a piece of braised pork and couldn't speak clearly.
"Don't tell me, although humans are low-level, their cooking skills are really good."
People in the gods and immortal realms have basically gone away from the world, and can rarely see mundane things.
Aowu was born as a little divine beast and only needed to absorb the essence of the sun and moon to thrive, so he had never eaten these things.
Compared with gods, the cultivation of immortals is all about state of mind and merit, and caring too much about anything will affect your cultivation.
Those who ascend the fastest are those who are born without desires and pursue the Tao. The immortal world likes such gods.
Part of the reason for Aowu's slow cultivation is that he was born with rich emotions.
My brothers have never cried since they were young, but he will be depressed and sad for a long time because of trivial things.
Both his father and mother dragon said that he was born stupid, but he really had a stone head and would never be able to enlighten himself in this life.
Aowu was so sad.
Originally a family of five, all the brothers have ascended to immortality, but now only the father dragon and the mother dragon are left and are about to ascend. Ouch, urgent.
He didn't know what the ascension was for, and he never thought about what he would get after practicing.
He just wants to keep up with his family.
Well now, he followed Zhou Ye.
He spends all day in this mortal world looking at flowers and grass, and also watching Zhou Ye fall in love. Now that the task is completed, he can be free from desires, which is a bad idea.
Wow, now all I can think about is how delicious donkey meat is, when can I find the little female dragon, and will Zhou Ye cause trouble today.
Whether he was cultivating immortals or ascending, he could spend almost twenty-three hours a day without remembering his original intention of coming here.
Because the mortal world is fucking 10,000 times more interesting than the divine world! !
It's really boring to be pure and devoid of desires. Human beings are so fun.
They are bad, good, good, have complex emotions and different lives. Aowu never participates, but from the perspective of a bystander, it is simply a wonderful movie.
So now, he hugs the donkey meat and mumbles as he eats it.
"If someone tells you to drink, just drink. You are not afraid of being drugged or poisoned to death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ye, who was holding the cup and drinking with his head up one second, fell down on the table with a "bang" the next second, the wine glass in his hand slipped, rolled around two or three times, and finally bumped into a foot.
When Aowu saw this, he was so frightened that the meat in his hands fell off.
Damn me.
He was really drugged!
Zhou Ye is such a brainless person! Do you still think this body is as invulnerable as her real body? !
It's okay now. No matter how strong Zhou Ye is when he's awake, he's just a pile of meat when he's passed out, ready to be slaughtered.
Mansha, who was standing aside, bent down slightly, picked up the wine glass on the ground, put it in front of her eyes and rotated it gently.
(End of chapter)