Chapter 18: Surprise, Sweet Potato!(Ask for Collection, Ask for Recommendation Votes!)

Airplanes~!

As Xiao Ling swallowed the Spirit Beast Life Continuation Pill, the scratches on Xiao Ling's body that had been scratched by the mirrored body and the obvious injuries on his claws recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the hair that had been injured and bald grew out one by one.

Seeing such a scene, Zhao Yiran was amazed, and couldn't help but admire the miraculous effect of this spirit beast's life-sustaining pill.

After a short period of effort, Xiao Ling's injuries recovered as before, and even the slight traces of injuries left after the mysterious battle with the chair disappeared without a trace.

"The effect of the Spirit Beast Life Continuation Pill is really worthy of ten spirit beads to exchange. ”

Zhao Yiran was slightly excited.

"This time the evolution of the little spirit, my own spiritual sea has also changed, and the spiritual power that can be stored is more!"

Zhao Yiran left with Xiao Ling, feeling the spiritual sea at the center of his eyebrows as he walked.

At this time, under Zhao Yiran's feeling, the spiritual sea had about two fist-sized spiritual power storage space.

"In addition to the expansion and doubling of the spiritual sea, it is ......"

Zhao Yiran felt that his whole body was filled with a sense of strength.

At this time, there was only a small amount of spiritual power stored in the spiritual sea, which was just the spiritual power replenished by eating hamburgers before.

This feeling of 'weakness' in the spiritual sea made Zhao Yiran's mouth bitter, and his stomach kept making a 'prompt' sound.

But there is still a lot of power in the body, which gives people a strange sense of gratitude.

But it really happened to Zhao Yiran.

Squeak squeak~!

As Zhao Yiran raised his arm and twisted his neck, the joints on his body made a crisp sound.

It was as if a powerful machine had been revived.

"At present, the two evolutions of Xiao Ling have a very standard limit for the improvement of my spiritual sea strength, but there is no accurate standard for the improvement of physical fitness!

It seems that after going back in a while, you have to take a good estimate of the scope of your own strength!

Well, to be precise, what is the maximum amount of my physical fitness at the moment......"

Zhao Yiran raised his fist the size of a sandbag, felt the power attached to it, and muttered in a low voice.

Licking his lips that were a little dry, touching his shriveled belly, and turning on his mobile phone, Zhao Yiran called Didi taxi service.

Otherwise, he felt that he would not be able to get out of this Linjiang area......

......

"Young man, you haven't eaten in a few days?"

The taxi driver, who looked at Zhao Yiran through the rearview mirror, asked with a grin.

At this time, Zhao Yiran was holding more than a dozen steaming pancakes in his hand and 'biting' vigorously.

Xiao Ling, who was lying on Zhao Yiran's body, looked at his master 'innocently' and curled his tongue.

The pancakes were bought by Zhao Yiran at a roadside stall when he came out of Linjiang District.

didn't care about what was delicious or not, Zhao Yiran just wanted to replenish his spiritual power.

"Hmm~! Driver, please stop at the roasted sweet potato stall in front of you, I want to buy something to eat." ”

Zhao Yiran wiped out the pancakes like a whirlwind and clouds, feeling the spiritual sea that slowly recovered his spiritual power, Zhao Yiran was still unsatisfied.

However, at this time, through the car window, Zhao Yiran's eyes were aimed at the steaming roasted sweet potato tricycle not far ahead.

Baked sweet potatoes?

Whatever it is, this is the second food stall Zhao Yiran has seen in Linjiang District besides the pancake stall.

If it weren't for the fact that it was close to noon, the old lady who sold pancakes had no pancake batter, and Zhao Yiran would have to buy one hundred and eighty pancakes......

"Okay! I said, young man, it's a pity that you don't eat this amount of food!"

The driver said happily and pulled over.

Along the way, in the car, he often heard the sound of Zhao Yiran's stomach growling.

Hearing the driver's words, Zhao Yiran smiled and didn't say anything, his eyes kept locked on the steaming roasted sweet potato not far ahead.

......

"Hey, this puppy is so spiritual!"

Glancing at Zhao Yiran, who got out of the car, and Xiao Ling, who was following behind, the taxi driver patted the steering wheel and exclaimed.

At the same time, I thought to myself: Where did I buy this dog? I will ask for a while, I will also buy one, what breed is this, why have I never seen it before?

......

"Uncle, how much does it cost to bake sweet potatoes?"

After getting out of the taxi, Zhao Yiran stepped forward quickly, sniffed the fragrance of sweet potatoes, and asked out loud.

Xiao Ling on the side also seemed to be attracted by the fragrance of the sweet potato, and kept curling his tongue, as if he wanted to roll the fragrance in the air into his stomach.

The old man who roasted sweet potatoes was wearing a torn jacket with holes, and there were still burnt marks on the cuffs, and he was sitting on the horse with his arms crossed and smoking, with a sad face.

Hearing someone ask the price, the old man hurriedly extinguished the cigarette butt and got up, and said with a smile on his face: "Fifteen yuan a catty, young man, don't look at my roasted sweet potatoes are expensive, these are good sweet potatoes, they are all home-grown, but they are sweet." ”

After the words were closed, the old man opened the tricycle in front of him, and took out a piece of sweet potato with honey on the grill drawer on a cylinder about fifty or sixty centimeters in size.

Without saying a word, he broke it directly and handed it to Zhao Yiran.

"Come on, young man, taste first, taste first. ”

The old man laughed.

Zhao Yiran wanted to shirk it, but because the old man pushed the steaming roasted sweet potato in front of him, Zhao Yiran took it easily.

Regarding the old man's actions, Zhao Yiran's heart throbbed: In these years, there are not many people who are so sincere, but fifteen yuan a pound is really expensive, let's taste it first.

Zhao Yiran often eats baked sweet potatoes, but they are all sold in chain stores around the school.

The price sold in the chain shop is the same as the price sold on the street by the old man, which is also fifteen yuan a catty.

Of course, maybe it's really as the old man said, he is a sweet potato, which is the best.

Although Zhao Yiran didn't understand these varieties, he felt sweet in his mouth just by hearing the name.

What Zhao Yiran didn't know was that the old man of this roasted sweet potato had not sold a piece of roasted sweet potato since he came out of the stall in the morning.

This time, the old man also looked at the free tasting on the truck selling fruit not far away, so he learned from it.

......

Zhao Yiran put the hot sweet potato in his hand into his mouth, and looked at the old man and the 'oven' on the tricycle.

There was still cracked mud on the cylinder.

Obviously, the 'equipment' for this roasted sweet potato was made by the old man himself.

However, this does not affect the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes in the cylinder.

He, Zhao Yiran, is not such a picky person.

However, when the hot sweet potato was just like his mouth, Zhao Yiran suddenly noticed that something was wrong, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Sweetness is the first taste, followed by lubrication.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yiran felt that the spiritual sea was shaking and boiling, as if it had been ignited.

As the sweet potato was completely swallowed into his stomach, Zhao Yiran only felt that his whole body was full of excitement, which led to his eyebrows and hearts.

Whew~!

Whew~!

Zhao Yiran exhaled deeply, looking like he was enjoying it.

A handful of spiritual power in the belly swirled straight into the sea of eyebrows and hearts, churning in the sea of spirits.

It took about ten seconds for this feeling to disappear completely.

"This sweet potato ......"

Zhao Yiran looked at the old man who roasted the sweet potato with some surprise, did not hesitate, and swallowed the remaining sweet potato directly into his mouth without hesitation, regardless of the hot potato in his mouth.

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