But not now, now people are old, and they don't have that kind of spirit.

Seeing that Jiang Wudao recovered so quickly, the old owner didn't bother to care about this man, who was perfect if he didn't have a mouth.

Soon after he left, Jiang Wudao barely got up from the tatami mat, and he could barely walk, but he just walked three steps and shook two steps.

These problems are not big, Jiang Wudao no longer plans to train today. The first reason is that I have reached my limit and overdrawn my body.

The second reason is that he is going to meet the man who calls himself Bourbon tomorrow and join the black-clothed organization, Jiang Wudao is still very interested in APTX4869, in order to remember it for himself, he labeled this drug with the name of the shrinking medicine in his heart.

Removing the white practice clothes on his body and putting on his original clothes, Jiang Wudao walked out of the martial arts hall.

Pulling out the few small coins from his shriveled wallet, and then getting on the tram, Jiang Wudao thought in his heart whether to go to the bank tomorrow to withdraw some money.

If you don't go to some money, you really won't be able to eat, but in this small island country, maybe you have stolen all the savings of a family, and you should be forgiven for bowing and apologizing sincerely.

Just kidding, Jiang Wudao is still an ordinary person and still has a conscience. It won't be said that he was devoured by a powerful force, just kidding, what power does he have.

After returning home, Jiang Wudao took out a diary from his wide sleeve. Since the kimono of this country is similar to the hanfu, the sleeves are relatively wide, and Jiang Wudao will use this place as a storage space for things based on the principle of making the best use of things.

Of course, Jiang Wudao's personal space is still there, but he can't use it in public, but in the future, he can become a magician like the true identity of the first generation of monster thief Kidd, so that he can use it openly.

Without further ado, Jiang Wudao took a black carbon pen and wrote down what had happened in the past two days on his diary.

On July 23rd, Natsu, today is the first day to travel to the world of Detective Conan, and I am very happy, because the upper limit of martial arts in this world is very high, and I can meet his brother Kyogoku Shin through Kyogoku Fake in the future.

Xiaolan can also take a look if she has time, not that she is curious about her strength, but she just wants to know what the situation is with the little black horn on his head. If it's confirmed to be a ghost, warn her.,Ask her not to eat people.,At the same time, it is restrained.。

December 23rd, winter, it's not that it took me half a month to write the second diary, it's just because there is a problem with the time of this time, yesterday it was still summer, and today is already winter.

Remember! Do not reveal that you have a correct understanding of time, otherwise you may be imprisoned in a mental hospital as a mental illness.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to learn the martial arts skills of this world, it would be good to be locked up in a mental hospital, the environment inside should be good, and no one would disturb him......

After writing here, Jiang Wudao took out the macho powder clamshell machine he had just bought, as if he wanted to do something, and then he was stunned.

"I don't know the old owner's phone number yet...... Even if you want to ask him what is going on in the mental hospital, there is no way, he is not even a trick in the plot, how can he have a phone number. However, he has never been in a psychiatric hospital, so he should not know. ”

Forget it, Jiang Wudao didn't bother to think about these troubles, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly withdrew from the rotten state.

"I blanched, I almost forgot that I still have a white plastic bag containing the black blood of the monster in my hand, I asked the eldest mother to learn to make duck blood, but the eldest mother has been eaten by the younger brother of this monster......"

"So I just learned how to make duck blood delicious."

Jiang Wudao's face was sluggish, and he scratched his messy hair: "But too much time has passed, I have forgotten how to do it, forget it, do whatever you want, anyway, no matter what, it is poisonous and immortal, and I am naturally sacred." ”

"Of course, whether it's good or not is another story. But whatever, I made it myself, no matter how undelicious it is, I have to eat it, and after eating demon blood, it can definitely increase my strength. ”

"It's strange to say, the monsters of that world know that eating people can become stronger, but why don't humans know that they can become stronger by eating monsters?"

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. Since you can become strong by eating me, then you can also become strong if I eat you, weird, weird! ”

Jiang Wudao took out the previous bag of monster blood from his personal space. This portable space was opened up by Jiang Wudao's old father, but he asked the power who was proficient in the way of time to stop the time inside.

This is the greatest support that Jiang Wudao's father can give, not that he can't give him the treasures he cherishes more, but just that he has to experience what kind of strength he has experienced after giving these?

Jiang Wudao didn't bother to wear these shoes, and walked barefoot on the wooden floor to the kitchen step by step.

"Wait, wooden house? What if there is a fire in the kitchen, will it kill me on the spot? ”

Jiang Wudao complained in hindsight, but fortunately, the person who designed the house still has a little brain, the floor is a white and flawless marble floor, and these things should not happen.

Turn on the fire, put the pot, put the oil, and wait until the oil is almost hot, Jiang Wudao directly throws the monster blood into it. Then take a kitchen knife and cut some chopped green onions, some onions, some diced ham sausages, and some tomatoes from the cutting board on the side.

"Oh, by the way, don't you want to put some water in there?"

Jiang Wudao, eighteen years old, is a kitchen idiot.

In order to prevent this thing from exploding directly, Jiang Wudao found a lid and closed it.

The sound of gurgling sounded from here, and I don't know how long it took for the gurgling sound to finally disappear.

When the lid of the pot was opened, a strong smell suddenly invaded Jiang Wudao's nose.

This made Jiang Wudao very disgusted, and pinched his nose with two fingers.

But I've already said it before, even if it's unpalatable, you have to endure the discomfort and eat it, there's no way, as a person who wants to save face, you have to do what you say.

As for why no one heard it and did it, Jiang Wudao pursed his lips, he didn't believe that his old father was not spying on him and eavesdropping on his words.

It was still the familiar white "plastic bag", but it was an enhanced version, a white lunch box, and after putting the unknown objects in the pot, he felt that there were countless things lurking inside.

With a ruthless heart, Jiang Wudao raised his head and swallowed it directly, gurgling, Jiang Wudao's throat surging violently.

After eating, Jiang Wudao wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiled happily, and then foamed at the mouth unconscious......