From 10 o'clock in the morning to dinner time, the panda people who bragged about it ended up drinking too much. When Carlos begged his mother to invite the pandaren to dinner, the pandaren had already fallen asleep less than a minute after he had stopped talking. In the end, he was carried by the consul into an empty barn and slept for the night.

At breakfast the next day, Carlos miraculously discovered that the pandaman was already sitting at his table and drinking an aperitif.

"Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Elucia. Good morning, Master, is the cider still to your taste. Carlos couldn't help but stare at the pandaman after saying hello. Yesterday's blowing competition was too exciting, and Carlos was also fascinated by it, and only now did he have time to take a closer look at the live-action version of Kung Fu Panda.

"Well, the best way to cure hangover is to have another drink. The older the grain wine is, the more fragrant it becomes, and the fruit wine is still freshly brewed and has a taste. The panda man in front of him has a lingua franca accent in the Lost Island dialect with a natural rap effect, and Carlos was also stunned, and he didn't discover this specialty after listening to him for so long yesterday.

"Hold, I'm sorry, don't drink, drink, I'm drinking~~~~ a little, stutter ~~~." The panda man explained when he noticed that all three members of the Barov family were staring at him.

This is hIP-RaP, stutter an egg, you also crossed over, your English name Columbus, Chinese name Magellan, your stage name Jay Chou. Carlos felt like he was going crazy if he didn't change the subject quickly.

"I haven't asked the master for your surname yet"

"I'm Stormstorm of the Storm Family, you can call me Storm. Storm, you can also call me Brother Storm, and the name that the master gave me is **, you can also call me Brother Storm. ”

Hug a bear? Carlos remembered that in his previous life, there was a tile warrior monk T in his wow guild wasteland development group, and he was a little unbearable.

"Master, I heard you're from the Lost Isle? Is the body of Lost Island really a giant turtle? Carlos continued to change the subject.

"Yes, Shen Zhenzi is the mount and good friend of Liu Lang, the first explorer of our panda people, when it was so big." Storm. Storm looked left and right, stood up and took two steps back, and then returned to his seat and sat down. Listening to the mournful sound of the solid oak chair, Carlos quietly moved his chair back.

There is no doubt that everything must go through the process of starting from nothing, from small to large, and the same is true of God's true son. Back then, it was just a little cutie, but now Kamiko is the entire Lost Island, where the panda people live and are self-sufficient. "Storm. Storm said proudly.

"Ava, go and urge the second young master and the third young master to get up, and let the guests wait is not the way of hospitality." Janis instructed the head maid.

"So, Master, are you a Windranger or a Brewmaster or a Fog Weaver?" Carlos asked curiously?

"Brewmasters are all S13!" Storm. Storm suddenly raised his right hand and shouted ((1)).

"I'm sorry, this is a habitual reaction, I don't have an aversion to the Wine Immortal School, but the master is a die-hard member of the Popular School, and he lost to his senior brother of the Wine Immortal School in a crucial martial arts competition, and since then he has no relationship with the uncle and uncle of the Weaving Mist School. That's why I've been shouting this slogan hundreds of times a day in my career, and over the decades, I've developed a conditioned reflex. "Storm. Storm touched his head and smiled innocently.

It's a little more informative, what is the difference between this and the last words of the Sunnis ((2)). And you just broke out your master's love and hatred like this, is it really good? Your master's story is enough to write a novel for three million words, and it should be made into a TV series with at least fifty episodes.

Carlos took a deep breath and adjusted his mood, calming the grief that was full of grooves but he couldn't spit out.

"Master, what is the difference between the several schools, I'm curious."

"It's too esoteric to explain, after all, it's hard for you humans to understand the principle of true qi." Storm. Storm thought about how to express it.

Carlos nodded understandingly, but he was irritable inside, I can understand it!

"To put it simply, we Windrangers are good at fighting and running away, Wine Fairies are good at getting beaten and drinking, and Fogweavers like to study strange things." Storm. After Storm finished speaking, he nodded with satisfaction.

This is the black bar, the naked black bar, who just said that he is not disgusted with the wine fairy school, and he slapped his face, fat panda.

"I once read an anecdote in a book about the panda people warrior would use two branches as a tool to eat."

Storm. Storm eyes brightness rises.

"And the warrior monks have a special way of training, which is carried out during the meal."

Storm. The brightness of the storm eyes continues to rise.

"This cruel way of practicing fully expounds the law of survival of the jungle."

Storm. The Storm Eyes have self-glowing.

"So can the master show us a hand."

Storm. Storm couldn't help but praise: "Little brother seems to know us panda people very well, this is indeed a traditional project." ”

"Master, can you show us with your left and right hands?" Carlos unleashed a shining attack with wide eyes.

Storm. Storm was stunned for a moment, he thought Carlos wanted to compete with him. However, the host's warm hospitality, this little request of the children is nothing. After saying a faux pat to Janis, the pandaman held a knife in his left hand and a fork in his right hand, and his left hand and his right hand began to fight for food.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"Is this a new trick for the circus?"

At Ava's urging, Alex and Wildon caught up with the show. Although the storm. Storm's left and right hands are inextricably linked, but food always ends up falling into the storm. Storm's mouth.

After breakfast, the hostess mentions yì to the storm of wind and dust. Storm made new clothes, and the panda people happily accepted it.

"Carlos, where did you get this knowledge?" Jenniz asked, confused.

"Mom, if you read less magic books and care more about the family library, you'll know too. Storm. Storm isn't the first Pandaren to come to Lordaeron, but the Warrior Monk is definitely one of the best warriors, and I want to worship him as a teacher. Carlos digressed lightly.

"Mom was originally a mage!" was underestimated by the eldest son, and in the snickering laughter of the daughter and the two younger sons, Jennis quickly forgot the previous doubts.

"You want to learn martial arts with this panda man?" Janis straightened his collar, looked at Carlos and said, "I thought you were more interested in magic." ”

"It's not a conflict, Mom, every skill has its strengths, I don't feel like being a warrior monk, but a panda man with such a lingua franca, it's a pity to miss it." Carlos explained.

Note: 1.s13: s everyone understands, B is 13 when separated.

2. The last words of the Sunnis: Shiites are all s13.