Two bowls of roe deer soup were already on the table.

But Beshu didn't move......

He looked at the two bowls of soup and felt very embarrassed.

He still hasn't figured out the details of this big fat man...... He claimed to be not a member of the Di tribe, but he was able to have a house of his own and build a fenced courtyard here.

His skills are unpredictable, and the wireworms can't hurt him.

stewed a large pot of roe deer soup, but asked someone to exchange it with his head.

Can you drink such a soup?

"I love to drink! I love soup the most...... It's just that I can't drink two bowls, and I'm willing to drink with others......"

There is nothing to be afraid of ordinary moths, but how can my moths be those mortal things?

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and glanced at the fat man:

"How? Does that count as four heads? ”

"Why don't you drink it yet? Don't you like soup? ”

The soup is actually very good, the aroma is overflowing, and the meat is stewed soft and rotten and deboned, which makes people appetizing.

They have the largest group of people, and there is only one lonely family in Fancheng, and there are a few Zhou Clan disciples who are controlled by the wireworms by Beshu's side.

With Beshu's tragic death, the bodies of the three Zhou Clan disciples who were controlled by him with a wire worm also fell to the ground.

The face is full of expressions that are not too big to watch the excitement.

Unexpectedly, this person actually vomited out the wireworm.

Jiang Ran and his entourage just sat there and watched.

Behind these ghost ants, there is an extra line of blood.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing this, Ah Mei subconsciously glanced at Jiang Ran.

At first, he was still condescending, but after a while, he suddenly shrank back, wanting to get back into Jiang Ran's sleeve.

Immediately, my eyes lit up:

"You have been sitting here for a long time, and there is nothing to eat at the table...... How about I make a bowl of soup for you? ”

"You're not afraid?"

"Another bowl of soup, and I can smell the aroma from afar.

The middle-aged man nodded and said with a smile:

"I see......"

"So, I probably don't have a way to prove that this bowl of soup is mine."

Beshu suddenly looked up at the sky, his mouth was wide open, and swarms of black moths flew out of his mouth, eyes, nostrils, ears, etc.

"You!"

When the man said this, he smacked his lips, and as if he hadn't had enough of it, he came to the empty table next to him and sat down:

When he made his move, a nematode was attached to the bowl.

Just now, he flew the soup bowl and sent the soup to Jiang Ran, because he wanted to give the soup that might be poisonous to others to drink.

The middle-aged man suddenly said something shocking, which made Beshu's pupils shrink suddenly:

"You ......"

But this is not the case...... This middle-aged man is arrogant and doesn't take everyone present seriously.

I feel that if I don't drink this bowl of soup today, I probably won't be able to leave.

The middle-aged man was busy working non-stop, drinking soup and eating meat, so unhappy.

"It's like ...... It's a little more pattern. ”

Ah Mei saw that the man who spoke was about forty years old, full of ruggedness and unkemptness.

They were not particularly afraid of the powder spilled by the moths, but they still couldn't gain the upper hand in the fight, and with this mouthful of blood, they had the confidence to fight desperately.

The moths fall separately and attach themselves to the carcass of the wireworm, slowly gnawing on them.

"In the past few days, I have been killing people in the forest every day, and a bird is about to fade out of my mouth, and the fragrance is really scratching the itch...... Hurry up, give me another ten bowls and eight bowls. ”

The big fat man smiled:

"Fancheng, can I invite you to drink soup?"

Therefore, he moved his shoulder, directly shaking a Wing Clan disciple on the opposite side to take a few steps back.

"It's okay, seventeen bowls of soup, I'll be right away."

He then took out a dagger from his waist and drew a crossed cross on his arm.

As he spoke, he took out a large tobacco pouch pot from his sleeve, stuffed it with tobacco leaves, and began to swallow clouds and spit out smoke.

Beshu hurriedly said:

I shoved the ghost ant into its mouth.

He didn't know the depth of Jiang Ran's martial arts, so naturally he wouldn't do something weird.

"I don't know the head...... When will it be paid? ”

"I see."

"I didn't eat it in the past...... Xu has eaten too much messy things recently, and he has become a meat and vegetarian taboo. ”

Some burst, some were wounded, and they couldn't even take a step forward.

"The nematodes of the Babes?"

He began to count one by one:

"One, two, three, four...... There are seventeen heads, including people and corpses, and you will serve me seventeen bowls of soup.

It looks vicious and hideous, and compared with normal ants, it has many angular spikes on its body.

"Stay!"

Forget about others, even if he doesn't even look at himself, how can this technique be tolerated?

Therefore, the internal force of the current hand is far from being comparable to before.

Beshu's face can't be said to have changed...... The whole person stiffened on the spot.

Ah Mei's pupils shrank, and one by one scorpions came out of their sleeves, crawled onto their arms and shoulders, ready to shoot at any time.

Beshu sneered, pressed lightly on the table with one hand, and under the vibration of the internal force, the bowl full of broth flew out again, heading straight for the middle-aged man.

"Go and wait for the side first, I'll finish this bowl and send you on your way."

chuckle:

"Everyone, work harder, and someone is here again. If you can't tell the winner, you may be profited. ”

Jiang Ran smiled slightly, and with a slight force, he directly pinched the little white snake's mouth.

The ghost ants around him actually broke through his defenses.

The man looked back at Jiang Ran, grinned, and showed a mouthful of big yellow teeth:

"You said it was yours, that's it? You call it a call, and it promises you? ”

Countless wireworms swam out of them, and the wireworms that were carried by Beshu also poured out one after another, covering the entire ground.

Beshu understands that he underestimated this person.

His eyes were red, his veins jumped, and his body suddenly stiffened and writhed involuntarily.

There was no more blood on his face, and it turned to a layer of jet black.

Jiang Ran glanced thoughtfully at the battle with a unique style in the field, and after muttering for a while, he suddenly shook his sleeves and drilled out a small white snake.

The middle-aged man looked helpless and said to the big fat man:

"Shopkeeper, add five more bowls of soup."

At first, they were black moths, but later on, they were stained with a layer of blood.

The man of the Wing Clan landed a punch and struck his companion in the body, spurting the blood of his companion.

The middle-aged man chuckled lightly, his tone was unruly, and he didn't pay attention to everyone around him.

The middle-aged man glanced at the environment in this small courtyard, and suddenly smiled:

"I see...... However, there seems to be almost enough heads in this courtyard.

"When you breed these bugs, don't you think about how delicious they are other than their aggression, stealth, or poison?

The middle-aged man suddenly looked at Jiang Ran.

"Okay, just bring it."

Tang Huayi pursed his lips and glanced at Jiang Ran:

"He's counting all of our heads, right?"

"Fart, what's going on with that bowl?"

Together, there were exactly seventeen of them.

After being silent for a while, Beshu smiled:

"As the saying goes, it is better to be happy alone than to be happy with all......

The blood spurted out sprinkled on the ghost ant's body, and the ghost ant became more and more crazy.

gesture and eyes, do not take the people around you in your eyes.

was about to say no, when he heard Jiang Ran say:

"Yes, thank you."

The cigarette pouch pot in Yeqiong's hand turned, and with a bang, it first smashed on the back of the hand of the first punch.

"Yes."

It was caught by Jiang Ran with chopsticks, and wanted to struggle and twist, grinning and wanting to bite off the chopsticks.

The belt fell, but he caught it with a cigarette pouch and pot.

The middle-aged man knocked on the cigarette pouch, and his face was full of displeasure.

"If you want soup, you can.

It's a person who knows that this bowl of soup is not right, how can she agree.

"You're not qualified to talk to me......"

Jiang Ran touched his chin:

The little white snake couldn't resist, so he had to swallow the ghost ant.

When the middle-aged man drank the soup, the moths had already eaten away the nematodes on the ground.

This sudden change made everyone present a little stunned.

Ah Mei's head shook like a rattle.

Suddenly, a black moth flew out of his mouth......

"Apparently so."

The group was silent and stepped into the small courtyard.

"Zunjia's tone is too big, seventeen bowls of soup, and I'm not afraid of killing you.

A bowl full of roe deer broth immediately flew away and went straight to Jiang Ran.

The ghost ants on the ground flew up and fought with the moths in the sky.

Tons and tons, a bowl of soup immediately went down.

The big fat man was not the slightest impatient, and explained in a fifteen-ten:

"Now that this bowl of soup has been drunk by you, if you want to drink it again, you will have to spend your head."

This battle seems to be somewhat evenly matched.

It's like the beginning of everything.

I just hope that Jiang Ran can drink this bowl of soup smoothly.

I have a little speculation about the identity of this big fat man in my heart.

"They're getting more bloodthirsty, and they're getting easier to use."

A huge soup bowl turned endlessly on his cigarette pouch and pot, but the soup in the bowl did not flow out at all.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jiang Ran found that the flowers in the two flower pots where the human heads were originally placed seemed to have become more enchanting.

Beshu's face sank, and between the light of his eyes, he heard the big fat man wondering:

"Come on, come on, you can serve me soup...... I count ......"

Yeqiong chewed the roe deer meat in her mouth, and waved her hand without raising her head:

"But I didn't expect to be cut off by you."

caused Yeqiong's face to change slightly:

"Your Ghost Ant ......"

"But I didn't drink this soup for nothing, I need to buy it...... A bowl for each head. ”

Jiang Ran smiled:

"How can a man be afraid of a moth?"

"Still drinking soup here?"

Ye Qiong sighed when he heard this, he didn't know if what Jiang Ran said was true or not, but it was indeed inappropriate to continue to entangle with the people of the Wing Clan.

Don't even think about it, just raise your head and drink.

Seeing this, Beshu did not become angry, but a sneer leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Someone came again......

"No need...... You just enjoy it yourself. ”

Jiang Ran stared at it for a while, and was curious about what would happen, when he heard that night Qiong snort.

The middle-aged man shook his head lightly, and replied seriously:

"Not really."

One of the Wing Clan spoke slowly:

"Yeqiong, you've lived long enough, damn it."

After Jiang Ran glanced at it twice, he asked Ah Mei:

The moment the powder sprinkled by the moth's wings touched the nematodes, the insects twisted and struggled, and in the blink of an eye, they all died.

A chewed rotten nematode was spit out by him:

"This nematode is hard to chew and unpalatable...... I don't know how you guys did it.

"Count slowly, don't rush."

People who go to the Di people always pass through here.

Don't be overjoyed, and shake your sleeves:

"Here you go!!"

I want to kill people through this......

Yeqiong sat alone, with bright powder beside her, flickering bright and dark.

When the next sentence came out, a pair of small eyes on the big fat face flashed with a cold luster.

"No ......"

Jiang Ran was amazed:

Thoughts came to the minds of several people at the same time.

But at this moment, the black moth, which had already covered half of the sky, suddenly fell in volley.

The big fat man didn't stop him, and his small eyes moved in the direction of the soup bowl, seeing that the bowl of soup was about to fall in front of Jiang Ran.

What a fart!

Fancheng is not a fool, and immediately shrank back:

Without further words, the pitch-black ghost ants 'flowed' from the bodies of several Wing Clan disciples to the ground, like a tide, surging towards Yeqiong.

Just as they were fighting with each other, Jiang Ran suddenly glanced back at the outside of the courtyard.

Blood streaks, to be exact.

Layers of glowing powder floated down, but they were blocked by the black robes of the Wing Clan.

"Eat this thing even after a moth?"

"You, for example, are not qualified to know my name...... Hey, the soup is coming! ”

The big fat man's eyes rolled, and he suddenly nodded:

“……”

He scolded secretly in his heart, and when he looked up again, he found that Jiang Ran and his party were looking forward to him.

At this point, his sleeves flicked, and countless black moths sprang out, covering the sky and the sun in the blink of an eye.

One of the ghost ants jumped away, was caught by Jiang Ran with chopsticks, and came to look at it.

"Okay, the guest officer uses it slowly."

The people of the five wing clans besieged Yeqiong, and they also punched to the flesh, and the sound of bumping was endless.

Jiang Ran was helpless:

There were five people in this group, all of them wearing black robes and looking mysterious, and they were the Wing Clan who had killed people in the forest at night before.

As soon as you finished speaking, I saw the middle-aged man suddenly snort.

The moths and the ghost ants fight, and it is difficult to distinguish them, causing the sky to be covered with black fog, and I can hardly open my eyes.

The location of this small courtyard is really unique.

At this point, looking at the city of Nafan, it has shrunk to a corner of the courtyard.

"Yours?"

It wasn't until the whole bowl stopped turning that he reached out and took it, and drank it on his back.

"It's scared ......"

"That's what the guest officer bought...... He said that one person could not drink two bowls, so he gave one bowl to the guest officer.

The big fat man said, picked up the kitchen knife and began to get busy, cut off four human heads, and put them in the flower pot.

This thing is actually not familiar with it, but it is quite spiritual, because it is afraid of Jiang Ran, so it seems to be very well-behaved.

The big fat man nodded again and again:

"Drink soup, drink soup, we still have thirteen bowls of accounts left."

He had no choice but to stuff the cigarette pouch rod into the man's arm and turn it, hang the other man's arm with the arc of his arm, drag it and turn it, and shift his shape.

Directly hit the fist and couldn't hold it anymore, followed by the cigarette pouch and pot one by one, and it seemed that it was about to be pointed at this person's heart, and the other punch had already arrived.

"Count, naturally!"

"This is my soup."

The middle-aged man suddenly looked up, and saw the big fat man holding a big tray in his hand, and there were big soup bowls on the tray, and the soup bowls were stacked on top of each other, full of them, and they all jingled when they walked.

Jiang Ran glanced at the visitor, a little helpless:

"Head ......"

"The head will be served later."

Died of exhaustion.

"Look at this, is it a little different from the previous ones?"

"After eating all this mess, have you changed these moths?"

Jiang Ran was amazed, a group of bugs fighting, inexplicably it made people feel a little excited.

The people of the Wing Clan were scattered around the middle-aged man with a tacit understanding, faintly forming a state of encirclement.

Seeing him reach out to the bowl to get meat to eat, he shook his head slightly, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

After drinking the soup, he reached out and grabbed the roe deer meat from the soup bowl, and ate it with relish, but his face seemed to be a little impatient:

"The flavor of the meat is in the soup, this meat has no taste, it's almost meaningful, it's almost meaningful."

The moment it touched the ghost ants, it was like cooking oil on fire, and the entire ghost ant colony boiled.

And the person who came this time, Jiang Ran was not a particularly stranger.

This thing is actually not too small, each one is the size of a soybean.

The first question is still pleasant.

“…… Fisherman. ”

"In the future, when the mountains and rivers are really exhausted, these things can barely be taken out, and they will be paid...... It's not going to starve to death, is it? ”

Seeing that the big fat man standing next to him was staring at him, Beshu's brows were tightly locked.

At this point, he saw that Beshu's face suddenly changed, as if there was something in his throat, he bent down and wanted to spit it out, but he couldn't spit it out, he reached into his mouth and wanted to buckle it, but no matter how he dig, he couldn't pull out the things in his throat.

Soon, he came to the table, and the big fat man put the soup bowl down:

"Guest, your soup has arrived.

At the same time, the five figures stepped forward at the same time, each punching a punch straight to the key points around Yeqiong's body.

The little white snake tilted its head with a pair of cold eyes and looked at the ghost ants.

Beshu immediately spoke, glanced back at the middle-aged man, and said with a smile:

The whole snake was as if it had lost all its strength for a while, and it was paralyzed in Jiang Ran's palm.

A hand suddenly stretched out diagonally, and he took the soup bowl in his hand.

As he spoke, he glanced at the middle-aged man.

"I'll pay you back first."

"I still have a bowl here, why don't you drink it first?"

"That's enough."

Jiang Ran took the chopsticks and brought the ghost ant to it:

"Come, taste the saltiness."

Jiang Ran nodded:

Jiang Ran nodded:

saw the middle-aged man smile, the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand turned, and there was a soft click, and the soup bowl suddenly rose to the sky.

After all the moths flew out, Beshu's body crashed to the ground.

Blood flowed, but he closed his hands, and the dripping blood accompanied him with his hands, and suddenly scattered all over the sky:

"Moths are bloodthirsty, Night Lotus Blossom!"

(End of chapter)