Be a psychic in a star card game

Chapter 110 11000

The cook is probably quite patient.

There is no amount of time in the pot, and the outside world cannot be contacted. He Yan can only judge how long it has passed by the degree of hunger.

Of course, this is not a problem, just be hungry if you are hungry, his body can store energy for a day or two without losing weight, is it because the smell of rabbits around him is too strong?The fatal thing is never hunger, but the temptation when you are hungry!

He Yan kept glancing at Jiang Wu with small eyes.

Jiang Wu noticed it immediately, thinking that he had discovered something new, so he got closer and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"...Oh." He Yan withdrew his small eyes and swallowed dryly, "It's nothing, I want to eat charcoal grilled rabbits."

Baked rabbit?Jiang Wu was helpless: "Okay, if you can go out this time, you can eat the roasted rabbit for as long as you want." But there is a high probability that you won't be able to go out...

Jiang Wu didn't think too much about it at all, and he also forgot that he also has the blood of Yutu. In fact, he...maybe he can be regarded as a rabbit.

Of course, he forgot, it doesn't mean that the cupboard outside the pot can't be seen.

Perhaps the cooks also have certain skills in distinguishing bloodlines. For example, He Yan’s prototype is the Golden Crow. The cook didn’t know the Golden Crow, but he found a chicken with a similar image. He suspected that He Yan was a close relative of the chicken.

And Jiang Wu, from the moment he entered, the cook knew that this man could make a roasted rabbit!

But... at this moment when He Yan mentioned "charcoal grilled rabbit", the cook hesitated a little: "charcoal...what do you mean?"

Her muttering voice was actually quite loud when it came into the pot, and the echo echoed round and round. He Yan was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he was still cooking, and he had never even eaten charcoal-fired food. It was strange, but strange. Did not discriminate against each other.

"Why tell you?" He Yan just said, "I'm not happy to say it."

"You are food, does it make any difference if you are happy or not?" The cook seemed to be stunned, he had never said such a thing before, a little confused, "You are just a chicken."

Chicken, isn't it the difference between grilled chicken, stewed chicken, and fried chicken?

Are you still in the mood for a chicken?

He Yan was even more unhappy: "Can you stop calling me a chicken?"

"You are, I can't be wrong!"

"Everyone said no!"

"It doesn't matter what you say, you are a chicken and have no right to speak."

"I……"

"Even if he is a chicken." He Yan's voice was suddenly snatched by the man behind him. He Yan was stunned, and turned his head to look, only to see Jiang Wu who was lying in mid-air with an unfriendly expression: "He is a chicken, so what?" ?”

He Yan's face also turned blue, "..." Jiang Wu!

He rolled his eyes.

What are you talking about?

Why admit it for me?

You have made my previous defense seem extremely weak in this way!

Brother, am I a chicken, don't you know, do you think I smell like roast chicken now?

"He is a chicken, but for more than ten years in the human world, he has brothers and friends, is admired by thousands of people, and brings hope to countless people. He is a chicken, so what?"

Jiang Wu's question echoed in the pot.

"In the human world, I have seen people who are not like humans, I have seen people who are clearly human but want to turn themselves into ghosts, and I have seen people who are darker than maggots in the ground. I hate it, I like it, but I don’t have particularly strong emotions, just like wandering outside this world, so what I haven’t been able to understand is why he stands in front of tens of thousands of people when human beings are in catastrophe. When the crowd retreated in panic, he was going retrograde in the river, why do you say?"

why?

It's really hard for Jiang Wu to understand, he can understand the choices of many people, but He Yan... No matter in terms of identity or personality, it is impossible for him to be someone who is willing to stand on the front line and fight for the survival of mankind.

He Yan doesn't need to take on such a responsibility, because in some respects, He Yan's sense of happiness or social satisfaction from birth to now is not as good as that of ordinary people.

And these aristocratic families are born with superior status, and at the same time undertake the mission of protection. It is only natural for Jiang Wu to stand up, and it is his destiny.

But He Yan...is different.

He was a miracle that came by accident.

"Your Excellency, walk out of this cemetery and find someone to ask. If you compare him with He Yan, which one do human beings most want to accept, who do they most want to be the same kind, and who do they agree with more?" Jiang Wu raised his eyes, facing the mist The general front said: "You are a human being—probably you are a human being, but how noble are you in front of him?"

The gray mist in the pot rolled up, and there was a gurgling burning sound.

"What are you talking about?" The cook's voice came out calmly and clearly from the gray mist this time, as if the old woman holding a hot pot was right in front of her eyes.

"He's a chicken, he's an ingredient. You say he's brave with thousands of people, fighting with thousands of people, and he's nobler than human beings. He's not convinced!"

The cook laughed hoarsely: "What is he capable of? A chicken is a chicken, and when it is burned, it is a meal on the human plate. Such a weak existence...how can you say that he can save human beings?"

At this time, the temperature in the pot suddenly increased by a few points, and black smoke rose from the special protective clothing on Jiang Wu's body. His face turned red and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

At such a temperature, it is already unbearable for normal people, and they have even fallen into a coma.

Even if Jiang Wu has the bow and arrow hidden in his body, after holding it for so long, he has already entered the state of exhaustion...

In this entire space, in the bottom of the pot gradually diffused by gray mist and fiery red, according to the idea of ​​the cupboard, in half an hour, at most an hour, there will be a roast chicken and a roast rabbit, because... the temperature Ascending, the bottom of the pot, including the closure of the pot, will become a cage like a soldering iron, and they have nowhere to escape!

"Really," the cook turned around in the gray mist, and said indifferently, "What about disobedient ingredients?"

How could she believe a rabbit and verify whether a chicken is a great person? It's so ridiculous.

Nearby, He Yan squinted his eyes, and his eyes glanced at the vague silhouette in the gray fog. The gray fog is not a cover-up, but real gray, so what he saw was also a silhouette covered by a layer of gray——

The man was thin and small, with a bowed waist, and a walking stick that was also the color of coal was in his hand.

Take a step, and there is a crisp tap of the crutch, and there will be one more spark in the pot.

The person next to him exhaled black smoke.

He Yan was sprayed all over the face suddenly, and regained his senses in a daze: "Jiang Wu?"

He quickly reached out to grab Jiang Wu's arm, "You won't die, Jiang Wu?"

Jiang Wu's handsome face was covered with dust, burn marks, and his throat from the corners of his eyes. It looked more terrifying than ghost movies. At this moment, the protective clothing on his body... exploded with a bang.

——with a part of Jiang Wu's skin and blood splashing.

In the blood foam all over the sky, He Yan was stunned. He touched the blood on his face. In fact, he knew that Jiang Wu was still alive. When he found Jiang Wu... he hoped that he could escape from here and be killed by himself. Take it out and live in peace forever and ever.

He doesn’t have many ideas, brother Yiwan, he doesn’t quite understand, but he can imitate others, as long as it is good for the other party, he can go back and do it as much as he can.

But He Yan never thought that one day Jiang Wu would become such a nagging person.

He knew very well that Jiang Wu was not this kind of person, and the other party just let him go to convince the cook.

In fact, He Yan is not as good as Jiang Wu said at all. He is not nobler than anyone else, nor is he braver than anyone else. He is willing to rush out in the face of puppets, maybe for the people around him, maybe for his friends and himself, but in the end ...It's just because he was lonely from beginning to end.

He exists, he exists, he does not exist, and he can disappear well.

People like Jiang Wu, including Chen Cici, have lived in this era since birth, even though the latter has no relatives, but he still belongs to this era... He Yan is not.

And both of them are very clear that Jiang Wu is more important than He Yan. After all, He Yan is just collecting spirits and cards, while Jiang Wu is a puppet who has a bow and arrow to repel the whole nest.

But he put this credit on He Yan, he is willing to give up himself, and give all hope and light to He Yan.

It's a pity that the cook is indifferent, and the overly conceited old woman simply doesn't believe that the ingredients in her mouth will have any shocking power to reverse the fate of mankind.

"Even Daji in the age of conferring gods... Chang'e, the moon god in the sky, never felt that she was the role of the controller. Why can a human being be arrogant to such an extent? All things are equal. Since she is a spirit, she does not need Eat, but still burn every living being—" He Yan lowered his head, and slowly carried Jiang Wu's broken body on his back, "I'll take you out, and then eat her."

He raised his face, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, but there was some bloodlust hidden: "Anyway, I'm hungry."

Jiang Wu was half asleep and half awake, as if he saw a rising sun.

It was as if he had returned to that day when he traveled back to the ancient times and saw He Yan who was devouring dragon meat in the luxurious chariot in the sky, and the emperors around him who were as wanton as the sun.

——A demeanor so insolent as to be invincible, dignified and indifferently looking down on all living beings.