Li Xiang felt that he was very dizzy, and wanted to rest for a little for two minutes, but just squinted his eyes and realized that today was the birthday of Party A's father, Mr. Li, and hurriedly opened his eyelids.

A pair of thick thighs dangled in front of him, thick enough to be ironed in tin foil.

"Wake him up. A tired voice rang in my ears.

Aren't I still drinking and singing with Mr. Li in KTV, why is it so quiet all of a sudden?

I must have drunk myself. Li Xiang thought to himself.

Before he could see the owner of the pair of thick legs clearly, a bucket of ice water suddenly poured down from the top of his head, and he was so excited that he almost didn't jump up directly.

"You're going too far, too. Li Xiang shouted in his mind, trying to open his eyes.

WHERE IS THIS STILL KARAOKE, SURROUNDED BY FOUR OR FIVE PEOPLE, IT IS COMPLETELY A EUROPEAN MEDIEVAL COSPLAY. All dressed in strange clothes, a sturdy young man next to him, still carrying a wooden barrel in his hand, looked at him with concern.

A middle-aged man in his forties forcibly broke Li Xiang's eyes, pressed them on his body again, and said with a sigh of relief: "It should be that I was injured by the tail of the dragon turtle, so I took it to the medical room to pour some honey, and I will be fine after two days of rest." ”

The man turned to look at the others and commanded, "You keep practicing." ”

The two of them brought a stretcher and carried Li Xiang to run like this.

Li Xiang felt that the stamina of the two bottles of Moutai made him have a headache, and he felt a burst of numbness stringing up from the soles of his feet and spreading all over his body.

"When did you get so bad about drinking?" Li Xiang's heart just moved, and a thought came to him.

The boy who poured himself a large bucket of ice water was called Kada, and he was the only handyman in the dragon arena. In addition, there are three teenagers whose parents spent all their savings and sent them to the dragon arena to seek a way to get ahead.

Walking ahead, the middle-aged man who has begun to emerge in his forties and fifties with gray hair is the owner of the Mitheus Dragon Arena and his current dragon fighting teacher, Horton Mitheus.

As for himself, he turned out to be the son of the Duke of Sunset City, and on the surface, it seems that he ran away from home because he couldn't get used to seeing his two brothers seize power, but in fact he was a poor creature who had been excluded from the family.

Although the two brothers are not very good in the West Asian kingdom with many talents, at least they each have the title of viscount, and they are poor creatures who are destined to be forgotten from the beginning.

Li Xiang wasn't sure if Duke Rosen still remembered that he had such a son, after all, the last time the two met was more than a year ago.

Before he had time to think about it, Li Xiang found that he had been thrown onto a very simple wooden bed, and then his mouth was pinched open by the stout young man, and a kind of grass juice with a fishy smell was poured into his mouth, choking him to cough violently, and his head became more and more painful.

The last words he heard before fainting were: "Three months are up, and I can't even last ten seconds, so when I get up tomorrow, let him pay for another three months, or I will drive him away." ”

I don't know how long it took for Li Xiang to regain a little consciousness, but he didn't expect it to be late at night.

His throat was dry, and he couldn't care about anything when his chest was close to his back, so he grabbed the kettle next to him and poured it a few times, which eased up a little.

"It can't really be crossed, right?" Li Xiang recalled the various information that suddenly came to his mind, looking at his blistered and calloused palms, and thought in a daze.

If you leave like this, I'm afraid that the project you just negotiated will be yellow, right?

What about next month's mortgage and car loan?

Li Xiang found that he hadn't gotten out of the drinking game yet, so he quickly shook his head and threw those bitter thoughts out of the clouds.

Not far away is a mirror, in which a boy who has just turned eighteen years old, has begun to show a beard on his face that has been exposed to the wind and sun, but he can see the three-dimensional and delicate facial features.

Li Xiang knew that this was the only teenager among the three brothers who had inherited his mother's beauty.

It's a pity that with the death of his mother, without the protection of his elders, his slightly feminine appearance is easy to become the object of ridicule of his peers in this world that advocates force.

"What should I do now?" Li Xiang touched his stomach, which was already hungry to the limit, and the first thing that came to mind was today's exam.

After coming to the Dragon Arena for three months, he didn't even pass the first round of exams.

The only image in my mind was of an adult-sized long-tailed turtle rushing towards him, and the tail with a ball of meat directly shook him in the face.

Li Xiang touched his forehead, it was still hot and painful, if he hadn't been wearing protective gear and a helmet on his head at the time, I am afraid it would have been a concussion.

Dragon!

A word that suddenly came out made Li Xiang's face change.

The thousands of years of human history are also closely related to the "dragon", and everything seems to revolve around the struggle against the dragon.

The dragon turtle that shook him in the face was a wurm species with only eight generations of dragon blood.

Of course, for the Mitheus Dragon Arena, it is also the only way to collect students. Without this tortoise, Mitheus could no longer be called a dragon arena.

The stomach barked again.

It was dark in the Dragon Fighting Arena in the middle of the night, Li Xiang looked around, there was not even a piece of dry food, he opened the door and ran over to follow the location of the back kitchen in his mind.

After looking around, there were only two pureed radishes left, apparently just pulled out. The charcoal fire in the stove still exudes residual heat, and you can start work as long as you add some firewood.

It's just that there are only two radishes in hand, and it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. What's more, how can Manager Li, who has always been meatless and unhappy, allow this kind of life without wine in the cup and meat in the bowl?

Maybe Mr. Barton will have it.

Li Xiang went straight to Barton's residence and shouted a few times at the door, but no one responded.

He was already hungry, and he didn't care about any politeness, so he pushed the door in.

I have to say that as the owner of the Mitheus Dragon Arena, this room is too shabbyly furnished. Li Xiang looked at the wooden bed in the corner, the workbench under the dim kerosene lamp, and the blunt instruments and protective gear randomly placed around, and couldn't help but feel that being the owner of the dragon fighting arena was not so easy.

He shouted twice, and it was empty, not even a figure. Only then did I remember that there were three rounds of exams today.

I haven't come back so late, is there really someone who has passed all three rounds?

Li Xiang rummaged left and right, but couldn't even see a piece of raw meat, and finally saw a half-human-high wooden box behind the dim workbench, which was actually locked.

It looks like the ingredients for tomorrow's breakfast are in it.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang found an iron rod, picked the lock effortlessly, and suddenly had a smile on his face when he reached out and touched it.

"As I expected. Li Xiang, who had an extra ostrich egg in his hand, finally had the first smile on his face after coming to this world.

He touched it for a while, and finally looked at the egg in his hand helplessly, thinking that forget it, let's have a scrambled egg with shredded radish.

Anyway, I'm going to be kicked out of here tomorrow, and maybe with Mitheus's current financial situation, he won't even prepare a breakfast for him.

No way, who can't even handle a big turtle.

Back in the back kitchen, Manager Li, who grew up in the countryside when he was a child, added firewood to the earthen stove, peeled and shredded the radish, poured animal oil into the pot, and waited until the shredded radish had been broken, holding the egg that was more than a pound of weight, and knocked it directly to the side of the pot.

"When ......" only heard a crisp sound, the pot was almost knocked over, and the egg was only cracked a small opening.

Li Xiang was dumbfounded, thinking to himself what kind of egg this is, it's a bit too hard.

Seeing that the fire in the stove was almost burning, Li Xiang's eyes lit up, and he ran out to pick a few leaves to wrap the eggs, put another layer of dirt on the outside, and then threw it into the charcoal fire that was already burning almost enough.

Half an hour later, when he knocked on the metal-like eggshell, Li Xiang's saliva was about to drip to the ground.

In the eggshell, an animal that looks like a roast chicken is already charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fragrance is fragrant.