Beichuan Yang said a lot of compliments, although these words had already been thought of when he sat on the big bluestone and watched the scenery.

But really, it's a bit difficult to say such shameless words.

But fortunately, it went well, and Beichuan also had every reason to believe that the dead fat man with an IQ of less than twenty-five would definitely accept his compliment like a landslide.

After all, who wouldn't want to hear that? Even in the world before him, wasn't his homeroom teacher the same?

No matter how naughty Beichuan is, as long as he remarks a few nice things afterwards, the head teacher's face will instantly turn from cloudy to sunny.

So, let's take a look at the performance of the three in front of him after experiencing this piece of foaming stars in Beichuan.

The two soldiers' eyes widened, staring at Beichuan's thin body in disbelief, and the spears in their hands were a little unstable.

This level of compliment they had never heard before, and it was used on this kind of guy, which really subverted their worldview.

And as the main character, our dead fat man, Lord Darsle, doesn't seem to have reacted yet, sitting on the chaise longue with a big belly and shaking, and there seems to be a trace of crystal clear things flowing down the corners of his mouth.

However, he didn't speak, and Beichuan's heart was also unsound, standing in place in fear, and all that came to his ears was the heavy gasps of the laborers not far away.

"Boy, lift your head. ”

Thankfully, Darsel, the fat dead man, finally relented and slowly highlighted these words.

Beichuan hurriedly raised his head as if he had been amnestied, and the taste of waiting was really uncomfortable, especially in the face of this moody dead fat man.

Beichuan was afraid that this dead fat man would cut off his head without even saying a word.

Shall I make a list?

Beichuan raised his head, startled by the scene in front of him, only to see the dead fat man holding one of the fruits that Beichuan picked back with burning eyes.

Greasy laughing, the corners of his mouth felt like they were grinning to his ears.

"Well, it seems that I misunderstood you, boy, I didn't expect the meaning of these fruits to be so big, no wonder I have a special appetite when I look at them~ Although these words you said are a little exaggerated, they are still roughly accurate! Lao Tzu accepted it! Hahaha!"

Darsel's eyes when he looked at Beichuan suddenly became much gentler, which also made Beichuan secretly breathe, and when the north wind blew, Beichuan felt a cold back.

What do you old people look at without appetite?

Forget it, just see if I have an appetite, Beichuan thought secretly, and at the same time secretly made up his mind, since the dead fat man eats this set, then continue to attack it, anyway, I don't need money for saliva.

Maybe one day he really said happy to the dead fat man, and directly waved his pen, relieved himself of his slave status, and let people send him to the rear, then it was really blessed by the Buddha, after all, here is a battlefield, maybe he will come back tomorrow.

Over there~

Thinking of these two words over there, Beichuan's eyes dimmed.

After all, it used to be just a familiar name in Beichuan's heart, but now, it seems to have become a life-saving brick.

Demacia!

But the place where the hell Lao Tzu is standing is Noxus!

This is not a game!

Real swords, real guns, swords and swords, you don't need those gorgeous skills in the game, as for all of a sudden, Beichuan will die and can't die anymore.

Darsil didn't notice Kitagawa's expression, and stuffed the fruit in his hand directly into his mouth and began to chew it, not caring about the juice running down the corners of his mouth and his fat neck to his armor, experiencing the sweetness of the fruit.

"Boy, you're very... Well, well, this.... Fruit... It's so sweet! I'm so good.... Satisfied. ”

The dead fat man muttered, snapping his mouth, causing the two soldiers behind him to swallow a mouthful of spit, this guy looks really fragrant when he eats.

How can this mountain fruit be like some mountain and sea delicacies in his mouth, otherwise, tomorrow Lao Tzu will also go back and taste a few of them?

Here's what they think.

"Lord Darsel, it's good that you're satisfied, as long as you're satisfied, then you've lived up to my sincerity to you!" Beichuan continued to pretend to be very serious and said shamelessly.

Oh, forget it, I still don't go to pick fruit, this kid is so disgusting to talk, I don't even want to eat tonight's dinner!

This is a new idea for the two soldiers.

The dead fat man accepted Beichuan's compliment calmly again, nodded, continued to chew a few times, swallowed all the fruits into his stomach, wiped his mouth with a big grin, glanced at Beichuan and said

"Well, your kid has merit today, Lao Tzu is very cool! There is a reward, well, what is the reward? Let Lao Tzu think about it!"

Why don't you give me a bunch of fast horses and let me get out of this place quickly! I don't want to die here, I want to go back to my parents alive!

As soon as he heard the reward, Beichuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the dead fat man contemplatively with great hope, and at this moment, the greasy fat face seemed to be much more handsome.

"Well, I'll reward you for not having to do manual work today! Go to the kitchen and find Old Bond to cook! Give me some snacks! Don't be like those untouchables!"

Darsil thought for a long time, and then pointed to the busy crowd and said an inexplicable way to reward.

Nani?

Beichuan was dumbfounded, he couldn't imagine that the dead fat man would come up with such a genius reward method so ingeniously.

Is this a reward?

Anyway, you said it would be better for me to go down and rest and wait for dinner. What kind of reward is this for going to the kitchen, big brother?