Chapter 2053 A Man’s Romance Lies in Digging His Own Grave

"Are you sure this time?" Learning from the past, Lal became cautious, as if what I took out was a time bomb.

"Yes, yes, that's it." I carefully opened the bag, showing a solemn expression, and glanced at everyone mysteriously: "Look, Azmodan's hair."

Countless pairs of eyes focused on the mouth of the bag, and they saw dozens of short hard hairs and two finger-long hard thorns inside.

"It seems like that's really what happened." Doug stared left and right, his face full of confusion, and then he looked shocked.

"Is it true?"

"Let me have a look, everyone, let me have a look." Malagby, who loved to join in the fun, immediately got in and wanted to see enough.

"Wait, I always feel... it seems a little bit..." Seatik, with his bright eyes, touched his smooth chin and entered a state of deep thought, which made me feel tight. I forgot that this guy is not a fool like Doug. barbarian.

As for Carlos, after taking one look at her, he immediately turned back to look at Kajie, with a look that said, "I already know the truth, you can go make trouble on your own, it has nothing to do with me."

What a great assist, Brother Carlos! It wouldn't be fun if he revealed the truth now.

"Is it really that magical?" With a skeptical spirit, Honest Man stretched out his hand to get the root, pinch it, and study it, just like an old pharmacist twisting new herbs that he has never seen before.

"Wait, get your dirty hands off!" Lar slapped the back of Gefu's outstretched hand with a deep look, asking him to wear a pair of glasses now, which would make him even more majestic than Commander Ikari. Full.

"I hate you unprofessional people the most." He hummed condescendingly, looking at us with contempt and instruction, as if to say, watch out, this is the way to go.

He took out a pair of white gloves and a white mask that he got from nowhere, and put them on respectively. His exposed eyes showed a sharp gaze, instantly giving people the aura of an enigmatic researcher.

Then, he turned his hand, and a pair of tweezers came out of nowhere. He carefully put it into the bag and accurately pulled out a piece of hard short hair. His eyes glanced at us again, full of excitement. The superiority of higher creatures looking down on lower creatures.

"Boss Lal is really professional." Doug and Geoff exclaimed, showing admiration and exaggerating the atmosphere.

"Ahem, so-so, it's a trivial matter. This is just very superficial knowledge." With an unfathomable look in his eyes, Lal coughed several times, but he couldn't hide his elation.

Far away, Sarah and Aunt Lisa, mother and daughter, were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing whether it would be better for such a father (husband) to give up as soon as possible.

Hey, Lal, we are about to face a big family crisis. Is it really okay to continue?

"Look at this hair. There is silver in the brown, gray in the silver, white in the gray, white with light yellow, light yellow with brown, it is really wonderful."

"Best regards, boss." Doug and Geoff continued to flatter.

"Listening to what Laer said, I seemed to smell a deep evil breath hidden on this short hair." With Laer attracting so much attention and shining so brightly, Lao Ma seemed to want to grab it and split up quickly. added.

On the contrary, I, the protagonist, seemed to be forgotten and squeezed out of the circle.

It’s really a headache. When these guys start making trouble, they can’t even tell the difference between east, west and north.

The discussion circle became more and more heated. In the end, for some unknown reason, even Ricken and Hans joined in the fun and commented. Judging from this shiny short hair, the owner of the short hair - let alone It's not Azmodan, but one thing that's certain is that its staple food for three meals a day must be fried chicken legs, and Hans said it should be hamburgers.

Seeing the two people arguing over this, they were about to start a cooking showdown again. In the sky dyed red by the fire, a green dragon and a red dragon seemed to rise slowly. Rickenhans sat on each side, facing each other with a kitchen knife and a spoon in his hand. With.

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Ahem, all in all, it seems that I have nothing to do with it this time, and it is already in full swing without me fanning the flames.

"Humph, look at the good deeds you have done, you bad guy." The little fox came up and took a look inside the bag. He seemed to recognize what it was immediately, and gave me a white look with his wrinkled nose.

"You can't blame me, I haven't said anything yet." I showed innocent eyes.

"Didn't you say this was Azmodan's hair?"

"It's just suspicion, nothing more than suspicion." The words of this little Tianhu made me cough and laugh.

"You have to be careful, you bad guy, if you lie to me like this in the future."

"Where can I deceive you?"

"It's not possible, I definitely can't be deceived normally, but..."

"But what? Is there any unusual time?"

"Hey... I'm sorry, I didn't say anything, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid." For some reason, the little fox suddenly turned red, gave me a soft pout, and ran away.

Being hit three times by an idiot for no reason made me quite...enjoyed a lot. This little sky fox is really cute. I really want to hug it. But having said that, I am still very curious about that unusual one. What on earth was she thinking about and why was she blushing?

Turning around, I suddenly found Tia standing next to me with a smile on her face.

"What's wrong, little girl, with a bad smile on her face." I pinched her nose. It seems that the only one I can bully now is Tia.

"I hate it, you're not a little girl, and you don't have a bad smile either." She glared at me, and soon, this cheerful little girl showed her energetic and energetic smile again.

"Great, Fanfan's appetite has finally become more adaptable to the environment."

She suddenly said something incomprehensible, which made me think for several seconds before I realized. Could it be that this little girl also figured out who the owner of this hair was?

"I can't help it. Eating these is a must here. It's already considered the best food." Seeing that I couldn't hide it from Tia, I said with a wry smile.

"Yes, that's it. We Horadric tribe are the same. If we don't eat everything we can, we will starve to death. Food is very precious. Don't waste it, let alone be picky about food." Dia felt deeply. He nodded and suddenly showed a brighter smile.

"Since Fanfan has had such a valuable experience, let's make something more special for Fanfan next time. How about vulture jerky? Although it is a bit hard, the smell is removed because the spices are used during the drying process. In fact, It tastes pretty good.”

"This...this...haha...ah hahaha, then I'll look forward to it a little bit." A feeble laugh came out of my mouth, and I suddenly realized that this battle for local specialties was digging my own grave.

In fact, Dia's cooking skills are quite good, but due to the extreme lack of food before the Horadric tribe was rescued, she still likes to make some strange things, such as sandworm meat, sandworm eggs, and scorpion meat. Rat meat, lizard meat, snake meat, tree bark, cactus, etc. are all materials she is very good at.

Tia, you are almost becoming Mr. Bei, do your family members know?

At this moment, a white light flashed, and our little saintess woke up. I really want to know, she went back to the room to sleep last night. When did she sneak back into the necklace? I don’t know. , this little saint, being a saint is too humiliating, she should be an assassin.

"It's so noisy that I can't let anyone sleep, ha ha meow~~" The cute little saint girl stretched out and rubbed her eyes. After she appeared, she threw herself into my arms without saying a word and started complaining.

"You blame others for waking up. You little pig saint, if you can be woken up, the sky is falling." I flicked her smooth and lovely forehead and sneered.

"Nonsense, this saint's nerves are very delicate and can be easily woken up." The little ghost arched her arms in dissatisfaction, half-squinting her eyes, as if she felt very comfortable and wanted to sleep, so she looked more like One little pig.

So slender...

I was speechless. Recently, even with the rapid and crazy carousel attack (just spinning the necklace desperately), I couldn't wake up this little saint.

"Oh, Alice showed up just in time." The noisy and bustling crowds on the other floor seemed to have yet to come to a conclusion. Suddenly, the sharp-eyed Seatik noticed this place, and quickly squeezed through the crowd because of his height. Run up and grab the tweezers from Lal.

"Alice, you have always been with Junior Brother Wu, so you have the most say. Can you help us find out what this is?"

The little ghost looked at the short hair clamped on the tweezers and tilted his head, as if he didn't understand why such a thing had to be clamped carefully and seriously.

Then, she spoke without thinking.

"This is the hair of a tough-skinned mouse."

This is the hair of a tough-skinned mouse.

The hair of a tough-skinned mouse.

Mouse hair.

Hairy.

Everyone was stunned, and only the voice of the little ghost revealing the truth kept echoing in their minds.

I tiptoed and slipped back home without anyone paying attention. I came to the kitchen and saw Vilas and the others busy at work.

"Vilas, find a place for me to hide." I looked for help.

"Even if you say so, sir, there is no hidden place to hide here?" Vilas responded with a troubled look.

"How is it in the stove?" I looked at the still burning stove and decided that it would be better to live in the fire forever than to be caught by those bastards and subjected to various tortures.

"Not to mention the issue of being suffocated and roasted, even an adult's size can't be stuffed in."

"So... where is this pot?" I pointed to a big pot that was steaming painfully in front of Willas. In order to prepare for many people, this big pot was naturally the biggest in the family. I shouldn't be able to hide one. question.

"There is boiling water inside, and the meat and bones are about to be put down to make soup. Are you sure you want to go down there?" Vilas tilted her head cutely, as if she was thinking about the taste of a pot of [Wu Fan Soup], what would it be like?

"It doesn't matter." I gave a shining thumbs up to Vilas. It is only natural that the wife's troubles should be solved by her husband.

"As long as I transform into a Hell Fighting Bear."

Yes, yes, this turns into a pot of bear soup. It turns out that Druid also has this function. This is the first time I realized it, and I was shocked?

In the future, if there is a lack of food during the adventure, just throw the druid in the team into the pot and cook it for half an hour, and you will have a pot of delicious (?) bear soup. Long live the Druid profession!

"No...it won't work..." As if she had imagined something in her mind, Vilas immediately stretched out her hand to protect the cauldron, shook her head repeatedly, showing a weak and crying look, and subconsciously touched the other little hand and placed it next to it. pan.

Girl, if you have something to say, let go of that murderous weapon! ! !

"Okay, I won't hide in the pot, let's just hide there." Seeing that Willas was about to evolve into Willas holding the pan, I quickly backed down.

"real?"

"Really, I promise it in the name of God!"

"..." The little hands that had already relaxed a little bit tightly protected the cauldron again.

"I swear in the name of integrity!"

The other little hand reached out to the pan faster! speed up! ! !

"I swear on your name." I said this subconsciously in a panic.

So, Vilas breathed a sigh of relief and stopped all movements.

By the way, Vilas's reaction just now made me feel empty in my heart. If something is missing, is it an illusion?

"There is no other way. There is only one last option." I sighed and showed a determined look.

"Is there any other place to hide?" Vilas asked curiously. She was not boasting. She knew everything about this kitchen, even if it was a small pit the size of a stone. Naturally, she also knew whether someone could be hidden in it. .

"Of course." I raised my chest and pointed my finger proudly.

"Lend me your pocket."

The place where the finger pointed was exactly at Willas's waist, to be precise, it was the middle pocket of her apron.

That pocket looks very familiar, it must be a fourth-dimensional space bag.

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