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"Are you sure this time?" As a lesson from the past, Ral became cautious, as if I had taken out a ticking time bomb.

"Yes, yes, that's it." I carefully untied the mouth of the bag, revealing a solemn look, and glanced at everyone mysteriously: "Look at it, Azmodan's hair." ”

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

"It looks like that's the case." Doug stared left and right, his face full of confusion, and then looked shocked.

"Is that true?"

"Let me see, let me see, let me see." Maragby, who loves to join in the fun, immediately got in, and had to take a look.

"Wait, I always feel like I'm looking at it...... It seems to be a little ......" Seattle, whose eyes were like torches, touched his smooth chin and entered a state of contemplation, which made my heart tighten and forget that this thing is not a stupid barbarian like Doug.

As for Carlos, after he took a look, he immediately turned back to look at Kajie'er, full of the truth I already knew, you guys are making trouble, and you have nothing to do with me.

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

"Is it really that amazing?" The honest man was skeptical, and reached out to pinch the roots. Studying it is like an old pharmacist twisting a new herb that has never been seen before.

"Wait, get away with your dirty hands!" Ral slapped the back of Gerf's outstretched hand, revealing a deep gaze, asking him to wear a pair of glasses now, fearing that he would be more majestic than Commander Ikati.

"I hate you unprofessional people the most." He snorted condescendingly, looking at us with contempt, instruction, as if to say, look good. That's the way it should be.

Take out a pair of white gloves that you got out of nowhere. A white mask, worn separately, with bare eyes revealing a sharp gaze. It instantly gives the air of an unfathomable researcher.

And then. He flipped his hand widely. I don't know where to conjure up a pair of tweezers in my hand, and I carefully clamped it into the bag, and accurately pinched out a hard short hair. His gaze swept over us again, filled with the superiority of a higher creature looking down on a lower creature over it.

"Boss Lal is really professional." Doug and Geve exclaimed, revealing adoring glances that rendered the atmosphere to the fullest.

"Ahem, so-so, a trivial matter, this is just very superficial knowledge." With an unfathomable look in his eyes, Ral coughed heavily, but couldn't hide his smugness.

Sarah and Aunt Lisa, who are far away, are talking to each other, as if discussing whether such a father (husband) should give up sooner.

Hey, Ral, we're 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, light yellow in the white dew, light yellow through the brown, it is really wonderful."

"Boss Takami." Doug and Geef continued to pat on the back.

"Hearing Ral say this, I seem to smell a deep evil aura hidden on this short hair." Will Lal all the attention, full of light, the old horse seems to want to grab a split, and hurriedly added.

On the contrary, it is me, the protagonist, who seems to have been forgotten and squeezed out of the circle.

It's really a headache, these guys, when they make a fuss, they can't even tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest.

The discussion became more and more intense, and in the end, for some reason, even Ricken and Hans joined in the fun, played soy sauce, and announced that judging from the smooth and shiny short hair, the owner of the short hair, whether it was Azmodan or not, but one thing is for sure, its staple food for three meals a day must be fried chicken thighs, and Hans said that it should be a hamburger.

Seeing that the two were arguing endlessly, and they were about to start a cooking duel again, on the sky red by the fire, it seemed that a green dragon and a red dragon were rising, and Rickenhans sat on it, holding a kitchen knife and spoon in his hand.

Although this time the copyright infringement is very hidden, please respect yourself.

Ahem, all in all, this time it seems that there is nothing to do with me, and I don't need to fan the flames on the sidelines, it's already in full swing.

"Hmph, look at the good things you bastard did." The little fox leaned in, glanced at the bag, and seemed to recognize it at once, and gave me a white look with a wrinkled nose.

"You can't blame me for that, I haven't said anything yet." I looked innocent.

"Didn't say it was Azmodan's hair?"

"It's just suspicion, suspicion is." This little sky fox, I choked on a word, coughed again and again, and laughed dryly.

"You have to be careful of you scoundrel, you can lie to me like this in the future."

"Where, can I fool you?"

"This may be a good idea, and you can't fool it in ordinary times, but ......"

"But what? Is there anything unusual about it? ”

"Hello...... Long-winded, when Ben Tianhu didn't say anything, stupid. For some reason, the little fox suddenly blushed, snorted at me, and ran away.

Being hit three times by a stupid guy for no reason, it made me quite ...... Quite enjoyable, this little sky fox, it's really cute, I really want to hug it, but then again, I'm still very curious, what did she think of when it wasn't ordinary, why did she blush?

When I turned my head, I suddenly found Tia standing by with a smile on her face.

"What's the matter, little girl, with a wicked smile on your face." Pinched her nose, it seems that the only person I can bully now is Tia.

"I hate it, I'm not a little girl, and I don't have a bad smile." She glared at me, and soon, the cheerful little girl showed a vigorous and energetic smile again.

"Great. Fanfan's appetite finally became more adaptable to the environment. ”

She suddenly said something inexplicably, which made me think for a few seconds before I reacted, could it be that this little girl also saw who the owner of this hair was?

"No way, there, eating these is a must, it's already the best food." Seeing that I couldn't hide it from Tia, I said with a wry smile.

"That's right, that's it, and so are we, the Heradiks. Don't eat what you can eat. You have to starve to death, food is very precious, don't waste it, and don't be picky eaters. Tia nodded with deep feeling. Suddenly, a brighter smile appeared.

"Since Fan Fan also has such a valuable experience. Then next time. Let's make something more special for Fan Fan, how about vulture jerky? It's a little hard, but the smell is removed by spices during the air-drying process. Actually, it tastes pretty good. ”

"This ...... This one...... Ha ha...... Aha, then I'll look forward to it a little. With a weak laugh coming out of my mouth, I suddenly realized that this time the battle of local products was not digging my own grave?

In fact, Tia's cooking skills are quite good, but due to the extreme lack of food before the Heradik people were rescued, she still likes to cook some strange things, such as sandworm meat, sandworm eggs, scorpion meat, rat meat, lizard meat, snake meat, tree bark, cactus, etc., which are all materials that she is very good at.

Tia, you're about to become a master, do you know in your family?

At this moment, the white light flashed, and our little saint woke up, saying that I want to know very much, did she go back to her 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 condescending, should be an assassin.

"It's noisy, and I don't let people sleep, woo haw meow~~" Stretching her waist and rubbing her eyes, the cute little saint girl's shoes appeared and threw herself into my arms without saying a word and complained.

"Wake up and blame others, you little pig saintess, it's really the sky falling to be woken up." I smacked her lovely forehead and sneered.

"Nonsense, the nerves of this saint are very delicate, and they are easily woken up." The little ghost arched in my arms dissatisfied, half-squinting, as if he felt very comfortable and wanted to sleep again, so that he looked more like a piglet.

Delicate......

I was speechless, and even if I attacked with a rapid and crazy merry-go-round (even if I threw the necklace desperately), I couldn't wake up this little saint.

"Oh, Alice showed up just in time." The noisy and bustling crowd there seemed to have not come to a conclusion so far, and suddenly, the sharp-eyed Seattleck found this, relying on his tall and big head, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and ran up, snatching tweezers from Ral.

"Alice, you have been following Senior Brother Wu all the time, and you have the most right to speak, help us see what this is?"

The little ghost looked at a short hair on the tweezers, tilted his head, and seemed to not understand why such a thing had to be carefully clamped up.

Then, she didn't want to speak.

"It's the fur of a crusty mouse."

It's the hair of a crusty mouse.

The fur of a crusty mouse.

Rat's hair.

Mao.

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

I crept back to the house without anyone noticing, and came to the kitchen, where I saw the busy Veras.

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

"Even if you say so, my lord, there is no hidden place to hide here, right?" Veras responded with a troubled look.

"How's it going in the stove?" I looked at the still burning stove and made up my mind that it would be better to live forever in the fire than to be caught by those bastards and tortured in all kinds.

"Let's not talk about being suffocated and roasted, and I can't fit it in with the size of an adult."

"So...... What about this pot? I pointed to the cauldron in front of Veras that was steaming with pain, and in order to prepare for many servings, this cauldron was naturally the largest in the house, and it should not be a problem for me to hide one.

"There's boiling water in it, and you're going to put down the meat and bones to make soup, are you sure you want to go down?" Veras 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's okay." I gave Veras a shining thumbs up, and let the husband solve his wife's troubles. This is a matter of course.

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

Yes, yes, yes, this becomes a pot of bear soup, it turns out that the druid still has this function, and I am also conscious for the first time, and the whole person is stunned?

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

"No...... No, ......" seemed to have something in mind, and Veras immediately reached out to protect the cauldron. Shook his head again and again. Showing a weak and crying look, the other small hand subconsciously touched the pan placed next to it.

Girl, there is something to say. Let go of the murder weapon!!

"Good. I don't hide in pots. Let's not hide there. Seeing that Veras was about to evolve into Veras holding the pan, I quickly backed down.

"Really?"

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

"......" has already loosened its little hand. Hold the cauldron tightly again.

"I swear in the name of discipline!"

Another little hand, reaching out to the pan faster! Accelerated !!

"I swear in your name." I was in a hurry and subconsciously said this.

Veras breathed a sigh of relief and stopped all her movements.

In other words, Veras's reaction just now made me always feel empty in my heart, and if I was missing, was it a delusion?

"There is no way, there is only one last option." I sighed and stared at me with determination.

"Is there any other place to hide?" Veras asked curiously, not that she boasted, this kitchen, even if it was a small pit the size of a stone, she knew it clearly, and naturally knew whether there were people in it.

"Of course." I lifted my chest and pointed at it with a look of vigour.

"Lend me your pocket."

The finger was pointing at Veras's waist, on the middle pocket of her apron to be exact.

That pocket, which looks very familiar, must be a four-dimensional space bag.

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