"Does the old man want to be tender, or tough, or is it old and chewy?"

The old man asked with trepidation, his mouth trembling, his teeth clattering.

"What?" asked Chuanting didn't understand, and he didn't know what the old man called tender, tough, and chewy.

"It's a tribute to the master!" the old man repeated.

Wen Chuanting's face was pale, and this time he understood that his arrival made the old man think that he needed some supplies and some food.

"You...... Do you dare to take a living person as a tribute?" asked Chuanting's fingers trembled, his heart was burning with anger, and he couldn't wait to slap the respectful old man in front of him to death!

"Living?" the old man raised his head suddenly, his eyes dazed and then turned to fear, "The old man spares his life, don't dare to take the living to pay tribute! This must let those high and high immortals know that they have to skin the little old man!"

Seeing that Wen Chuanting was silent and did not answer, the old man knelt and moved, rushed to Wen Chuanting, hugged his legs tightly and cried, "Master, you will spare our group of small people, spare the little old man, except for the living, as long as the old man points out, even if the little old man is desperate for his life, he will try his best to prepare it for the old man." ”

"It's good not to be alive, it's good not to be alive!" asked Chuanting suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, seeing the old man's crying grief, he couldn't help but reach out and pat him on his rough shoulder.

"Get up!"

"Master, don't, just let go of the old and young in this village, let them go, let them go, please!" The old man hugged Wen Chuanting's legs, a handful of snot and tears, and he couldn't get up, "As long as you let them go, the little old man will do whatever you want!"

It's very tragic, and it has the courage to let go of everything!

Let you be tortured in a thousand ways, and I will die a lot!

Asked Chuan was quite helpless, and suddenly his eyes rolled, "Get out!"

A solemn sound, full of majesty, and a heavy momentum crushed the old man, pressing heavily on him.

The old man trembled, beads of sweat rolled, tears rolled up, mixed with snot, the old man's feet trembled, slowly stood up from the ground, every point of height, his body trembled, his face was inexplicably sad, with the grief of death and heart, his fists were clenched, his nails were cut into the flesh, and under the old and dry sebum, thick muscles and bones erupted.

Wen Chuanting glanced at him, and the thought in his heart turned, "It's not good to say it, you have to be hard!"

"Tell me, what are the tender, tough, and chewy ones?" asked Chuanting to look up at the sky with his hands behind his back, looking like no one in his eyes.

"Huh?!, sir, don't know?"

"Should I know?"

"No, no, no, yes, yes!" sweat rolled down his stunned face again, "Little Lao'er means that before the adults played the world, the elders of the clan did not instruct?"

"What kind of entrustment, less nonsense!" asked Chuanting frowned, pretending to be fierce.

Where did he come from the elders, and it was just a mistake to come here, so how could he guess the old man's thoughts.

If you don't know, then say less, and if you don't, then do less! After all, there is nothing wrong with that.

"Yes, yes, yes! The old man bowed down and admitted his mistakes, humble to the limit.

"There are some chickens and dogs in the little old village, if the old man needs to eat blood food, the cubs are tender and smooth, and the flesh and blood are moist; just adults, the muscles and flesh have grown, the qi and blood are vigorous, the meat is tough, and the mouth is crispy and delicious; the elderly, the qi and blood are decaying, and the meat is old, but it is also the age of the age, the meat has been moisturized and nourished by the qi and blood for many years, and it is the most great tonic, the flesh and blood are chewy and oily but not greasy!"

The old man nodded and bowed, and said the head and head of the way, raising his eyelids from time to time in the middle, and sneaking a glance at it, to check the expression of Wen Chuanting.

Wen Chuanting was dumbfounded, his pretended fierce expression stiffened, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, in the old man's opinion, this was a manifestation of heartbeat.

"Which one does the old man want to eat?" the old man stepped forward and approached to ask Chuanting, a smile squeezed out of his old face, and the big bags under his eyes squeezed the old eyes into a slit.

"Blood Food!" subconsciously muttered, and asked Chuanting to look at the old man in front of him who was squeezing out a smiling face, and a sentence appeared in his heart nonsensically, "I don't know if the wrinkles on this old face are squeezed out like this?!"

The spirit shivered, the muscles on his face trembled, soothed the stiff nerves, and then put on a serious face, "Raw or cooked?"

"What does the master want?"

A sentence of inquiry, let the question pass on the faint conjecture in his heart. However, it is only a preliminary determination, and he needs to be further determined.

"What kind of will other passing masters choose?"

"Other masters?" the old man's face instantly appeared a little unnatural, and in an instant, it disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by the same humble smile as always.

"Most of the old men are still used to being raw, but there are also some old men who choose to taste the cooked ones. ”

The cold hairs all over the body stood on end, and the shiver spread from the internal organs to the outside of the body, and from the inside to the outside, there was really cold and shivering.

"Do you come and go too often?" asked Chuanting or asked a question that he was more concerned about.

"There are always so many times in a month!" the old man smiled bitterly, as if he realized that his expression was wrong, and immediately covered it up and changed it to his usual smile.

Looking at the old man with a lower waist, Wen Chuanting shook his head helplessly, and caught a glimpse of a few paparazzi tied to every household, the fat hens in captivity in the cage, and the chickens that were shaving everywhere.

"It seems that all their food is fed to these animals, and they are fattened just to save some more lives!"

Endless sorrow welled up from the bottom of my heart, "This is the human race, the human race that is struggling to survive, groveling just to preserve life and keep the fire." ”

The humble smile of the old man in front of him was no longer hateful, but full of bitterness, no matter how bright he smiled, he couldn't hide the sourness under the smile.

"Why, no one cares about this...... The old man of the game world?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and waved his hands one after another, "Don't you dare to care, the old man has an extraordinary background, how can we lowly people dare to take care of it." ”

"Master, don't be merciful, don't embarrass us little people!

The answer is not what is asked, the donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth, and the communication cannot be carried out.

Ask Chuanting is quite helpless, full of desolate helplessness, can't fight, can't scold, soft words are easy to say, the old man is going to start to be frightened again.

Asked Chuanting's gaze to turn on the old man, "Can this body withstand the violent beating of the liver?"

He deeply doubted that as long as he behaved gently, the old man would definitely not be able to stand on his feet.

At this moment, he wanted to say to the old man, "Old man, you are mistaken, I am not the demon cubs you imagined, but a pure human doll!"