Around the collapsed Thorn Wood Fist, those other Thorn Head Wood Fists did not have the slightest pity for their companions, and they all bent down and tried their best to absorb those nutrients. Those who are far away stretch out their arms vigorously and try their best to absorb the green water they can reach, and those who are close simply lean down and lie down with their ridiculous big faces, and suck in their mouths. The green juice all over the ground was absorbed after a lot of effort, the ground returned to a dry state, and the wooden fists that had been fought over all stood upright, and one by one they became more majestic and upright.

Looking at this scene, Joan of Arc said with a little emotion: "Although I have seen this kind of picture many times, I am still a little uncomfortable. Most animals don't eat the carcasses of their own kind, and these thorny wooden fists are cold. ”

"There's no way around it, don't you think it's very abnormal for a creature as big as the Thorn Head Wooden Fist to gather and grow together?" Ling Mo explained: "The evolution of this creature depends on devouring the remains of the same race, and every once in a while, the Thorn Head Wooden Fist, which grows slowly and is not fierce enough, will be hammered and exploded by the companions around him, turning into a puddle of green water, and being absorbed by other companions. ”

"This evolutionary method ......" Joan of Arc smacked his lips and shook his head, but finally didn't say anything to evaluate, just raised the green lump in his hand and asked Ling Mo:

"How should I eat this thing? Can I just eat it raw?"

"Of course it's okay to eat it raw, but it feels a bit wasteful. Ling Mo said with a regretful tone: "This kind of prickly wooden fist is the ninth of the nine that I have discovered after living in the Warcraft Rainforest for more than ten years...... One of the eight foods that can be cooked without losing too much energy, so I still prefer to eat cooked. But now there is no such condition, so let's just eat it raw. ”

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he heard that this thing could be cooked, Joan of Arc suddenly became interested: "Let's eat it! The Headless Horseman has been in office for a long time, and his nostalgia for cooked food is increasing day by day! Speaking of which, if you are lucky enough to meet Mr. Ling, you are still attracted by Mr. Ling's fragrant roasted skull grass!"

"But this thing is only delicious when it is stewed, and it doesn't taste as good as it is eaten raw, now where can we find the pot and ......?"

Ling Mo couldn't say any more, his eyes widened, and he was surprised to see Joan of Arc turn the hilt of the giant sword in his hand, and took out brand-new pots, bowls, scoops, basins, salt, vinegar, and soy sauce from it......

Sensing that Ling Mo's expression was really a little incredible, Joan of Arc said a little shyly: "I really wanted to eat cooked food before, so I asked a friend to buy all kinds of cooking utensils and spices in a border town of human society, but after buying it, I found that the energy of the cooked Warcraft ingredients was lost, and it could not meet the needs of the body at all." So I never used it again, and I have been putting it until now. ”

I don't know if it's better to complain about Joan of Arc's dedication to cooked food, or if it's better to complain that she actually uses space equipment to load soy sauce, Ling Mo twitched the corners of his mouth, laughed dryly, and his eyes rolled unconsciously: "Ah...... It's a sad story, but since it can't be used, why are the other seasonings full, but there is only half a bottle of soy sauce left?"

I didn't expect Ling Mo to notice such a small detail, Joan of Arc was even more ashamed, and her face was flushed and her head was about to hang down to her chest: "That's because ...... Mr. Ling, don't laugh at me...... For a while, I wanted to eat cooked food, but I really didn't have a place to get it, so every day when I ate, I poured a small half cup of soy sauce into my neck and lied to myself..."

Ling Mo: "......"

Very wisely, he didn't delve into it, Ling Mo waved his hand weakly, and said: "Don't mention the previous things, although the ball in your hand is about five catties, it should still not be enough for the two of us to eat, I'll make a few more balls." You can pick a few poisonous fly umbrellas nearby, this thing stewed mushrooms is the most delicious, if there is another chai chicken, it will be delicious enough to make people swallow their tongues!"

Joan of Arc nodded slightly, swept her eyes around, and after walking a few steps, she squatted down and turned into a little girl picking mushrooms. Poisonous fly umbrellas are mushrooms that can be found everywhere in rotten places, but they are quite easy to pick. It seems that she has found the wild fun of childhood from it, she is inexplicably a little happy, and it doesn't take long to pick a full pot, and when Joan of Arc was about to show off to Ling Mo, when she turned around, she saw a scene that she will never forget!

Ling Mo found an excellent position, jumped high, and pounced towards those thorn-headed wooden fists from top to bottom! And directly below near his landing point, there were six thorn-headed wooden fists already in a stance, two arms raised, and Mach stabbing fists were ready to attack! Just wait for Ling Mo to fall into the attack range, and then give him a terrible lesson!

It's close, it's coming, it's here!

At that moment, the tallest wooden fist below made the first move, the fist flashed vaguely, and the next moment, the fist as thick as a locomotive had already hit Ling Mo's face! The interval between the front and back could almost be counted in milliseconds, giving people the feeling that if it was hit, it would not be strange to become a meteor and fly out of the atmosphere!

With the preparation in advance, and from the perspective of a bystander, Joan of Arc discovered that the speed of this 'Mach Sudden Jab' was really incredibly fast! With her current strength, she could only rely on predicting in advance, and when the Thorn Wooden Fist made a move, it would be too late, and she would inevitably be hit! Ling Mo's rank was about the same as her at this time, and Joan of Arc was really a little curious, how would he deal with this situation!

Unexpectedly, Ling Mo didn't make any movement at all, just gently raised his hand and slapped it on the side of Mahe's stabbing fist as if slowly!

Something happened to Joan of Arc's surprise, the arm that had been patted, as if it had lost control, carried terrifying kinetic energy, crossed a graceful trajectory, and punched the slightly thin wooden fist next to it, and with a click, the fist broke through the opponent's hard shell and fell deep into the opponent's body!

Green juice splashes!

The stinging wooden fist that was hit let out a painful wail, and the tallest thorny wooden fist was stunned, and the simplified version of the human face showed an obvious bewildered expression, as if he didn't understand what was happening at all. However, it was rare to insert a fist into the body of the same clan, this was a rare and good opportunity! Suddenly, this tallest thorny wooden fist forgot about Ling Mo and began to happily absorb the nutrients of his companions.

Ling Mo also concocted the other Mach stabbing punches in the same way, and with a slight slap, the attacks of these stabbing wooden fists turned into cannibalism. The screams were continuous, and the piercing wooden fists that were penetrated naturally had no time to care, and the piercing wooden fists that were absorbing their companions were also absorbed and forgot themselves, and they didn't even know that Ling Mo had fallen on their faces!

In this way, Ling Mo easily hollowed out the brains of the six thorny wooden fists, jumped down with a large number of 'brains', and landed in front of Joan of Arc. Behind him, the six Thorn-Head Wooden Fists collapsed almost at the same time, and the green water poured down, forming a small pale green lake on the ground! This time the amount was too much, even if the remaining Thorn-Head Wooden Fists were absorbed with all their might, it would take a while for the green water on the ground to be sucked up.

"Hey, come back to your senses!" Ling Mo threw the 'brain tissue' in his arms into the pot, shook his hand in front of Joan of Arc, and said, "What's wrong with you?

"That tap just now, Mrs. Mrs. is too handsome!" Joan of Arc came back to his senses, and his mouth was immediately full of beautiful words: "Mr. Ling, I feel that even if I can learn your humble beat, when I face that imposter again, I will have a ninety percent chance of winning!"

"Don't dream!" Ling Mo said angrily: "My shot seems simple, but in fact, it has already involved the core part of martial arts, that is, the mastery of 'power', you a headless horseman wants to use it, according to the fact that there is no door!

"Eh, that's ......" Joan of Arc was slightly disappointed, looked at the thorny wooden fists that were desperately absorbing the heritage of their kindred clan, looked at their top flowers that were more and more budding, and asked curiously: "After absorbing so much nutrients, will the remaining thorny wooden fists bloom?"

"Probably, right?" Ling Mo said uncertainly: "I heard that as soon as the top flower blooms, a humanoid demonic beast with leaf wings will emerge from it, it seems to be called a flower fairy beast or something, I haven't seen it with my own eyes...... What am I wiping you for?"

While Ling Mo was speaking, Joan of Arc quickly built a stove out of the surrounding rubble, put the pot on it, and then took out a ...... from the hilt of the giant sword After the cartoon apron was unfolded around her body, she tied the hair on the back of her head into a ponytail, rolled up a small section of her sleeves, revealing a small half of her white arm, and said with a bright smile:

"Before learning the ultimate move, I want to cook a good meal for Mr. Ling, just treat it as a bundle for apprenticeship! Don't look at me like this, in fact, I used to cook a lot when I was a child, and I'm quite good at this! Mr. Ling, you just need to tell me how to deal with these two ingredients, and leave everything else to me!"

Ling Mo was speechless for a moment, and said, "How do you feel, you are quite interested, is it necessary to be so formal?"

"Of course!" Joan of Arc peeled the mushrooms with great interest, with a big smile on her face:

"After this meal, I'm going to fight for that imposter, and it's clear that I can't beat her. Maybe this is the last meal of my ghost life, and I want to be perfect. ”

“......”

Ling Mo was silent for a moment, popped out a little spark and placed it under the pot, and then said:

"Although there are some strange abilities of the thorny wooden fist, as an ingredient, it still does not depart from the essence of the cactus, first pick out the fine thorns on the tissue, then wash them with water, cut them into horizontal strips, the thickness should be moderate, too thin and rotten when stewed, too thick to taste. ”

Then throw it into the pot and stir-fry it quickly over a fierce fire, and during the stir-frying, a large amount of mucus will ooze out of the thin slices, which is the root of the cactus' bitterness, and must be fried until no more mucus flows. ”

"Subsequently, if it is an ordinary person, it needs to be soaked in water for a day to completely remove the bitter taste, but we don't need to refine the body, we only need to hit the thin sheet quickly and evenly, and beat it into cotton wool inside. ”

"At this point, the slices of the thorny wooden fist have no difference from ordinary ingredients, the pot is oiled and seasoned, the thin slices are added after the incense is stir-fried, the soy sauce is poured and stir-fried evenly, and then the thick slices of poisonous fly umbrellas are added, and the poisonous fly umbrellas continue to stir-fry until the poisonous fly umbrella flows out of the light red venom, skim off the venom, add water and boil for ten minutes, these two things are originally fresh, so sprinkle a little fine salt and eat. ”

Ling Mo spoke slowly, and Joan of Arc followed his command, methodically handling the ingredients, carefully completing every step. A strange atmosphere permeates the two of them, especially Joan of Arc wearing an apron, which adds to the warmth.

Many sailors couldn't bear to spoil the atmosphere, except for a very few 'large-scale Ling Shiniang was brushed by the barrage of the green scene', the live broadcast room was much quieter for a while.

When Ling Mo finished speaking, Joan of Arc also happened to fry this 'mushroom stewed cactus', and his movements were skillful and smooth, and he could see that he was indeed not a novice.

Add water to cover the pot, increase the fire under the stove, Joan of Arc took off her apron, cut out a flat stone table with a few swords, wiped the tabletop, and diligently clothed the dishes, chopsticks, plates and spoons, just like a virtuous wife.

Seeing that Ling Mo did not resist and sat silently beside the stone table, Joan of Arc's face was even happier, she also sat down, sitting opposite Ling Mo, supporting her face sideways, looking at the pot that was constantly bubbling with white gas, kicking her little feet like a girl, and humming a children's rhyme from her hometown in her mouth, very happy:

"Frog Frog~~Frog Baby~~"

"Frog frog frog is adult~~"

"Little tadpoles are still frog babies~~"

"I'm going to gnaw on my old legs~~"

"If you grow your front legs, you'll rebel~~"

"Green ......"

There is no melody here, the lyrics are particularly bad, and the single is still looping, even if it is interpreted by Joan of Arc's extremely ethereal voice, it still sounds indescribably heartwarming. For the sake of her being happy, Ling Mo endured it again and again, and when he was about to hold it back, Joan of Arc suddenly stopped, snorted, and said happily:

"The meal is ready!"

She walked briskly to the pot, lifted the lid, and took a deep breath with an intoxicated expression on her face. The steam is gone, and all the water friends in the live broadcast room can see it clearly, the dishes in the pot are red and green, and the soup is clear and transparent, which is pleasing to the eye.

Serve it to Ling Mo first, and then Joan of Arc couldn't wait to get herself a bowl, regardless of whether the soup was still hot, she just picked it up and drank it in a big gulp, and after a while, she put down the bowl and sighed with a comfortable face:

"It's bitter!"

"Yes, it's bitter, and it's salty. Ling Mo tasted a little and gave a pertinent evaluation: "The mucus was not completely forced out, the venom of the poisonous fly umbrella was not skimmed clean, and in the end, the salt was sprinkled too much, and you still boasted of your cooking skills, I really believe in your evil!"

"Don't be so demanding, after all, I haven't cooked for more than two hundred years, and it's normal for me to be rusty!"

"Whew——! it's so bitter! It's so unpalatable! But I still want to eat it again! Mr. Ling, when I have time in the future, my skills will be restored quickly, and I will cook for you every day!"

Ling Mo didn't answer this question, and Joan of Arc didn't care, and swept away all the dishes in the pot as quickly as possible, and then very carefully brushed the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the table, put these things away in the same way, and bent down to help Ling Mo wipe the corners of his mouth, and finally straightened up, smiling and full of energy, and said:

"Let's go, Mr. Ling. ”

"Go back to Dalongshire, let me meet my fate!"