Drunken Wind - Well, Drunken Wind is Drunken Wind, and he has recognized the name. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning, Zuifeng once said that if this game is suspended, his Panda Man Warrior Monk must set up a big table in the Valley of the Four Winds, and go offline after eating the big meal.

Who knew that he had come to Azeroth so suddenly, and became a pandaman.

Mantis Demon is not an NPC in World of Warcraft, let alone 432 in Hearthstone, these truly terrifying creatures have torn the parents of this panda man's body to shreds.

The drunken wind, who was hidden by his parents, tried not to make a sound.

No system, no benefits - Zuifeng even suspects that he is the deceased who forgot to drink Meng Po soup and is reincarnated in another world.

Drunk at a loss.

Luckily, Drunken Wind has an uncle, Yan Iron Palm.

Yan doesn't know that he is a traverser, so he wholeheartedly wants to make Zuifeng happy.

Maybe in Yan's opinion, he has experienced too much sadness and pain, so he hopes that Zuifeng can be happy.

Every day, Drunken Wind can lie on the window, see Yan ploughing the ground with a hoe not far from the foot of the mountain, and then when he comes back, he will sell himself and today's newly picked vegetables.

Pity...... Vegetables don't have much value in Mid-Levels.

Drunken Wind likes to eat meat.

So Yan consulted the herbalist master on what herbs were most valuable—from then on, when Yan had nothing to do, he would wander around, hoping to find the Golden Lotus.

Just when Yan sold the Golden Lotus for the first time and bought raw tiger steak for Drunken Wind to eat, looking at Yan's busy and tired figure in the kitchen, Drunken Wind finally found his goal in life, and completely accepted the identity of Drunken Wind Iron Palm.

Zuifeng began to learn cooking skills, and changed from a foodie to a foodie who could cook.

But Azeroth's calamities have always been a thorn in the heart of the drunken wind.

When Zuifeng expressed his desire to go to Kunlai Mountain to learn the way of a warrior monk, Yan was silent.

Drunken Wind didn't know what to say - just when he thought Yan would keep him, Yan nodded in agreement.

The next day, Yan went to the market early and bought a lot of giant mantis shrimp and a nice incubator. For a whole day, Yan locked himself in the kitchen, picking shrimp meat, chopping stuffing, and making shrimp dumplings......

It was these shrimp dumplings that accompanied the drunken wind all the way, leaving the mid-mountain, passing through the farms, coming to the sea of grass, climbing the hundred-step path, passing through the ancient road, and arriving at Bin'an Village.

In the Sunny Peak, the drunken wind practiced martial arts hard, and finally spent ten years, chasing the yak people in the deep mountains, breaking the demon ancient clan in the wilderness, and the praying mantis demon was even more collapsed because the drunken wind led the shadow raid camp to break through the heart of fear.

Gradually, the whispers of the old gods sounded in the ears of the drunken wind.

Time is running out, and Drunken Wind, who has just enjoyed a year of happiness in the mid-levels, has to set off again.

This time, there is no need to be strict to prepare shrimp dumplings.

Afraid that Yan would be sad, Zuifeng decided not to say goodbye.

But Yan had expected it and left the market early to wait for the drunkenness.

"I won't stop you, boy." Yan showed a kind smile, "If you've had enough, let's go home." ”

"Hmmm! Don't worry, I'm not Liu Lang, my home is in the Valley of the Four Winds in Pandaria, halfway up the mountain! ”

In fact, every wanderer who leaves home knows that leaving home is just to get home better.